#ashidou mina

[cap00chino]

self-care is drawing mina after so so long.... i rly liked her look in the new chapter and wanted to draw my interpretation of it ^^ 

(ik it’s more likely that she’s just likely going back to a normal skintone but i like the idea of this better shhh)

[tteokdoroki]

ೀ⋆OCT 23RD JENIFER'S BODY ━━ eijirou kirishima + monsterfucking !

୨୧ — caution, you are now watching. eijirou kirishima + monsterfucking. there’s something weird going on with you. you’re like…actually evil. not college girl evil, and it’s kinda hot. (5.5K)

୨୧ — rated r. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, heavy smut, dark content, characters aged up to 20s, college!au, friends to lovers (?), mentions of death/murder, demons, gore, choking, gags, marking, blood play, knife play, creampies, cockwarming, monsterfucking, rough sex, unprotected sex, demon + fem!reader, monster-hunter!kirishima.

୨୧ — director’s note. back again for another week! sorry for the delay on this one! it's for sure one of the spookier fics so pls proceed with caution and enjoy <3 - m.list ⋆ kinktober m.list ⋆ taglist ✧

what does it mean to die?

by definition and according to the oxford dictionary — to die means to lose the life of a person or organism. any creature that breathes (to all capacities) the same components as air as yourself, that moves, that communicates, that exists. but what does it actually mean to die? 

death is a concept the most humans find difficulty in coming to terms with. there is fear in not knowing what comes after or how it might feel when the flickering flame of your life is finally blown out. do you really see every choice you’ve ever made flash before your eyes? does it hurt? what emotions do you feel? regret, sadness, pain or happiness? 

life can be so fickle, yet is always taken for granted and in a number of ways too. those that exist at this very moment don’t dare to consider the long run, they live in the moment — yes. but do they appreciate it? and then there are those that take life, disrupt the beauty of its natural course and take away a being’s chance to see the world for what it really is. to ruin their chances of love, longing and laughter. how cruel of a human do you have to be to want to hurt someone in such a way? 

these are the thoughts that have plagued eijirou kirishima’s mind as of late, haunting his every waking moment from the second his eyes open, every hour in between, and to the second that they close. death has been a constant theme across the campus of yueii recently. ever since the fire at the beginning of the school year had burned the college’s local bar — it’s been everywhere. 

the disappearances, the murders, the deaths. 

it started with that girl, ochako uraraka, from the college cheerleading team. she went missing after a match at home and was found in the woods later on. then there was kyouka jirou — some emo looking girl who liked to skip class to play her music obnoxiously loud outside of the campus library. her friends shinsou and kaminari had been deeply affected by that. 

and as of yesterday, mina ashidou. 

she was the kind of girl eijirou would have been into if it wasn’t for his long-term boyfriend katsuki bakugou. she was bubbly and loud, but never treated anyone without an ounce of kindness and warmth — mina loved mornings, loved being in class and loved caring for her friends. the redhead had gotten close to her over the course of last semester, mina having joined him for a portion of his major (sports medicine) that coincided with her psych course. during that time relishing in the gift of her friendship and the kind gestures she offered like coffees for nine AM classes or sharing her notes whenever kirishima found things hard to follow. 

she was found dead in one of the newly built frat houses just north of her last class with eijirou kirishima. and like most of the other victims, it looked as though she’d been chewed out by animals, as if she was scared right up until her last moments. 

everyone had begged the question, who would do such a thing? why would they do it? students begin to flee, head home despite the year of lectures and assignments ahead whilst parents sent angry emails demanding that the university do more to protect their children. the killer remained at large, without a pattern, without a trademark nor a trace of evidence. nothing that could give investigators the slightest clue was ever left behind. 

the only coincidence kirishima could come up with, was the very fact that you didn’t seem to care about what happened to mina even though you had been planning a date with her just hours before her death. he distinctly remembers your conversation in the halls, how you’d barely paid the pink haired girl any mind until eijirou struck up a casual (albeit, a little, flirty) conversation with her somewhere along the line. if there’s one thing that kirishima knows about you, his best friend, is that you hate when he’s the centre of attention.

he’s known you for practically as long as he’s been alive, you’ve been friends for the same amount of time too and through years of emotional bonding — eijirou has noted so many little oddities about you. things that he once adored, at least he thought that he did. you hated it when your outfits clashed, you had always jokingly claimed that it made you look like siblings rather than lovers. you were always so possessive, it took you months to accept bakugou as a partner and even more for kirishima to finally get over you… having the inkling feeling that you were leading him on. 

to him, you were everything. a blessing wrapped in the shape of a wonderful human being, worth more than any gold or money a man could find. he loved you more than he should have for a friend, something he was a little too ashamed to admit — he let you take advantage of the kindest parts of his nature because of it. sometimes it almost felt like you wanted kirishima, like you needed him despite swearing that you weren't into the burly redhead. though nowadays, there’s a sinister twist in to his gut whenever you’re around — a cool chill that settles in his bones and a pang of fright to his chest where his heart is. like a knife has sliced right through it. 

you’re not the same as you were before. 

he gets flashes, visions of thinks he feels like he’s not supposed to see — your eyes disappearing into your skull and reappearing in a twisted shade of dark red, deep enough to rival blood diamonds and rubies. oftentimes there’s a devil’s tail and demon fangs that drip with a viscous substance akin to the one that runs through his veins and carries oxygen to his lungs. and in the days after his visions, you seem more full of life, more confident and hotter than previous ones. 

that’s when it hits him, like a sturdy building coming down on eijirou all at once. rose tinted glass shatters around him, knocking his skin — making him bleed as it’s shards form a truth that he has been dreading. 

whatever it is that you are, whatever it is that you’ve become is the reason for all of this death. 

eijirou kirishima’s best friend… you… are a demon, a demonised college student that kills college girls for sport.

in one of his dreams, eijirou sees you soaked to the bone in blood like you've drowned in a rouge tainted oil slick. you’re still as ethereal as you’ve ever been, perhaps even glowing — and even though it’s just a dream and he knows what you’ve done, he still finds himself that boy who years for you and your body against his. on top of his. moving with his—

shooting up from the comfort of his sheets, kirishima palms the dull ache at the forefront of his mind as he tries to rid himself of all thoughts regarding you. funnily enough, you’re already there, waiting for him practically naked at the foot of his bed as if eijirou had used a demon circle to summon you in the middle of the night. it never used to be like that, where he’d call for you and you’d actually answer. 

you’ve been in his room more times than he can count — put posters up with him, had sleepovers, danced to old music on his stereo tapes. but this time isn’t the same. firstly, you’ve never been bare below the waist and secondly, you’ve never looked this insane or deranged. the hairs on the back of the redhead’s neck stand on end, his spiked pulse — elevated and alive steadily thumps through him so loud he’s scared that you might hear it… and yet….

“what are you even doing here? don’t you know it’s late?” kirishima yawns, stretching out his tired limbs as he holds his arms above his head for some relief in his taut muscles. 

peeking a crimson eye open to look at you, the smear of blood at the corner of your plump lips doesn’t go unnoticed by him, though, it still doesn’t elicit the reaction eijirou expects from himself. the innate human desire to survive. 

“i owe you an explanation.” the smile that you give him is too fast to be genuine, just barely reaching your big shiny eyes. there’s that feeling again, the knots in eijirou’s stomach — the ones that let him know something is off. “you know what i am, i want to tell you why.” your tone is sickly sweet like molasses in his ears, innocent as if you’re not a demon. 

as if you’re not the one behind all of this death. you explain to kirishima in detail about the night a group of bandmates sacrificed you to satan so that they could go global. how they mistook you for a virgin sacrifice. how the devil resides within you now. you tell him about the blood of your victims and the missing people. how it’s the only thing you can stomach. how it makes you grow stronger, how it heals you, how much you love the new version of you. the murderous you. 

he thinks you might have gone insane when you flip a lighter from your pocket to burn your tongue — showing how you recover almost instantly. it’s only then that fear strikes eijirou in the chest with the power of a lightning bolt — realising that he’s well and truly lost his best friend. to satan or to insanity. 

poor, gullible, eijirou kirishima — for doubting that his best friend could be capable of such heinous crimes. and while you stand there, looking more alive and more beautiful than ever… he just can’t fight the feeling that makes him want to run. 

the red head quickly realises that he’s no longer faster or stronger than you. for your demon powers have you reaching the bed before he can even throw off the sheets. your toned thighs swing around his waist to lock eijirou down to the bed, his back hitting the blankets with a dull thud and his wrist nearly crushed in your hand — wrestling his concealed knife away from your chest, just barely nicking you.

“why would you want to hurt me, eiji?” you comment softly, acting as if everything is as it were before you changed.  “it’s still the same old me!” the both of you are breathing deep from where your old friend thrashes underneath you, his pupils dilating and casting a dark shadow over his terrified red eyes. “i really don’t want to hurt you.” 

this could be it. he thinks. his life flashing before his eyes just like the stories say. “t-then don’t…” kirishima stutters, the pitch of his voice spiking as you shift on top of him — inspecting him as if he’s a piece of meat. you have him right where you want him, his blade under your control, his vital organs open and vulnerable. one wrong move and kirishima could be next on your list of life-force victims. “you don’t have to.” 

“you’re right… i don’t think i will.” cooing, you take your free hand down eijirou’s muscled body, tongue darting out to wet your lips while your hips grind down on his swelling erection — painfully hard from the mix of arousal and fear coursing through his blood stream. “on one condition,” you continue on, moaning lightly at the sensation of your clothed clit catching on his cockhead. “you let me feed from you.” 

“w-will you kill me?”

“only if you stop trying to kill me.” you’re not upset, from what he can tell — revelling in your best friend’s guilt and betrayal as his knife drags along your collarbones in a thin slice from where you’ve let your guard down. 

a crimson gaze flickers to all of the vital points on your face — searching for your innocence and any traces of who you once were. seizing the opportunity hiding within your hesitation and the crack in your resolve, kirishima tries once more to shove you off of him but makes the mistake of trusting your facade. he’s quick but you’re quicker, raking your nails over his toned stomach until they catch on the waistband of his shorts. as soon as his erection springs free — wetly slapping against his stomach whilst precum tangles in the coarse black of his pubic hair, you slither your hot cunt down on to him. 

straight to the hilt. 

your thighs either side of his angled hips keep the redhead anchored to his sheets and your hands splayed across his stomach stop him from writhing away from your quivering cunt as it clenches around him. not that he’d want to. pull out of you, of course. eijirou grows delirious, hot under the collar at the feeling of his weighty cock pulsing against your biscuits, squishy insides. a tender whimper bubbles up on his slightly chapped lips, his pointed teeth sinking into the swell of his lower one to try and muffle the pathetic sound. 

he can hardly believe this. that is best friend, whatever form you might be taking right now, is sitting on his fat, drippy dick like he’s always dreamed of. any guilt kirishima has pulsing through his veins (in regards to basically cheating on  bakugou, his boyfriend, no less) is replaced by white hot blistering lust. it burns at his nerve endings, painfully tremors through his erection trapped by your welcoming wet walls.  it leaks against pleasure spots in the form of sticky precum — white and thick as it paints your pussy while you cockwarm him. 

kirishima swallows and his adam’s apple bobs, he looks up at you through his dark long lashes without a word — afraid this his voice will fail him and end up in a moan.  

“please, eijirou,” you purr, completely devoid of any blame-worthiness or evidence of your wrong doings. you’ve killed people. innocent girls for your own bloodlust and now you’re where — seated on your bestie’s dick as if your crimes mean nothing. and with a pussy like yours, wrapped around kirishima so warmly and tightly, he might start to believe that you’re innocent too. “let me feed from you, promise i won’t hurt you. i just…need…”

leaning down towards his neck, your hips shift above his own, encouraging his heavy girth to sink deeper inside of you — walls rippling pleasurably around him. the sudden movement causes a low, and needy groan to take residence in kirishima’s chest — taking root in his lungs and other vital organs. his head tips back into the pillows, ruby, blood red locks tussled against their fabric as a bead of sweat rolls down his forehead and another down his chin. tracing the ridges of his adam’s apple and the column of his throat. 

his eyes don’t dare flutter shut, coasting over your every move as your lips ghost over his prominent collarbone and then his neck — pressing into his pulse pout where his heartbeat races, fear and adrenaline shooting through his body thanks to the steady thump of his heart. 

you hear it all, the frightened tune of eijirou’s bodily orchestra only causing your mouth to water. “just need to taste you…” pouting, you nudge the point at which his chiselled jaw meets his neck. “need you.”

slowly but surely, your hunger reveals your truest form — and instead of the sweet girl eijirou kirishima once new, you sprout demon horns and a tail, nails that could tear a throat out, teeth that could surely cause carnage and a feral grin proving to the redhead that you would eat him alive. in contrast, your tone is sweet like syrupy honey or hard candy, the kind that eijirou loves — it’s salacious and full of wanton and he knows that he should resist. but you’ve always had a way of getting what you want out of him — he can never say no to you. you are his girl after all. 

and no matter how hard he tries to escape your clutches — he will always be yours. 

“f-fine,” kirishima barks, albeit shakily. “t-take what you need. just as long as you promise not to kill me.” 

“pinky, baby.” comes your angelic coo, contrasting with the deep red of your own blood as it drips against kirishima’s golden boy skin. your hands massage over his sensitive pecs, smearing your hot blood over his nipples as they pebble under your fiendish touch. there’s a devilish spark in your pretty eyes once he agrees, and so, you latch onto his gorgeous, golden tanned skin ready to feed on kirishima to your heart's content. 

as the pointed edge of your teeth sink into eijirou’s neck, his hips instinctively turn upwards and nudge his thick cock against your womb while layers of your juices spiral down each prominent blue vein that decorates his shaft.  you bite down, hard, bruising him with shades of deep purple and midnight blue as if you’re creating a work of art.   you suck the life from kirishima, close to draining his blood as if you’re a vampire fledgling with her first catch of prey. 

there’s a weakness and a fuzziness that sits comfortably over eijirou’s brain, enhanced by the steady stream you set your hips — gently lifting and dropping them over the red head’s lap. the more energy, the more life force, that you drink from him — a mix of your blood and his glossing over your lips, the more turned on you feel. your cunt drips down his balls like a never ending tap, you’re so wet that a lewd slap echoes throughout your best friend’s bedroom. 

even though you’re the one in control, guiding the hum of ecstasy that courses throughout kirishima's entire body, the waves that make him tingle from the top of his head to the tips of his toes — there’s no doubt that he has you losing your composure. the delicious burn of his girth against the tight rim of your entrance every time you sink down on the redhead drives you up the wall and pulls innocent whimpers from the bloody seam of your lips. 

having him pressed up against your silken walls, bearing down on that special spot inside your swollen sinful pussy while you drain the man fry of his life force causes your jaw to go slack and tony spurts of his seed to coat your puffy folds. “oh fuck!” you drawl all high pitched, eyes disappearing into your skull as a bemused and blood-coated smile stretches across your angelic face. “you feel like heaven, eiji.” to pacify yourself, you lick over the puncture wound of your teeth that you’ve left against kirishima’s neck, grabbing him by the cheeks and tilting his head so you have access to the other side. “you taste so good, feel even better.” 

“y-yeah?” kirishima asks, his voice shaky and extra husky from the lust. against his better judgement, clouded by all that is you — his rough hands fall to your doughy hips, manoeuvring you on his throbbing dick to his liking. “i-i like the way you fuck me, baby. but please…please move a little faster…”eijirou feels like he’s going insane beneath you chasing your sweltering and souse sex like a man following a mirage to quench his thirst. he behinds to push upward where you bounce your ass and pull off his cock, your hips rocking together fluidly.  

his morals are completely abandoned, he could care less about the fact that you might be a killer, that you’re some kind of otherworldly being — especially when you ride him just like that. you release his raw bitten neck from your jaws of death, face and chin covered in blood and spit, while your hands dance down your chest and tweak at your nipples for your best friend’s viewing pleasure. he groans lowly at the sight, extending a thumb from your hip to reach between your doughy thighs and fat pussy lips so he can spread you wide open for him. 

“g-getting bold, are we eiji?” you simper, ruby red lips caught between your pointy teeth when the rough pad of his thumb grazes your swollen clit as it peaks from between your folds. feverishly, you grind against kirishima’s digit, leaving a treacle-like trace of your sweet nectar against his hand. “so nasty. trying to get me off while i drain you dry. you m-must be delirious. so cute.”

he hates the way that you mock him, poke fun at how fucked up kirishima is for you. even though he knows that you’re slowly but surely killing him, drinking his blood while you take a seat on his achy, wet cock — he can’t help but give into you. eijirou wonders if this is how your other victims went out, if your precious tits swaying in their hot faces were the last thing they saw before you took them out. it’s a crude thought, but it only serves to turn him on even more. picturing you this way above others, your skin shining in the moonlight from the perspiration that glitters over you along with your glistening slit that leaves webs of your slick in his pubic hair.  

while his thoughts escape him and his imagination runs wild, your next move catches the redhead by surprise. you grip his throat tight as leverage as you ride the man for dear life, pudgy thighs slapping against his strong ones, clit grinding  against his pelvis and fingers. “fuck me,” eijirou begs, face twisted in rapture and guilt, cheeks as red as his hair. “fuck me harder, take what you want from me. j-just give it to me.”

it must be the lack of oxygen to his brain that obscures his view of you — the cold hearted killer on campus. because eijirou only sees his best friend, the girl he’s wanted his entire life, falling apart on his creamy cock as it bullies it’s way into your womb. he doesn’t care what you do to him as long as he keeps feeling as high as cloud nine.

the way you fuck yourself down on him right now, it’s like an out of body experience. you’re hot all over, out of control, objects and and Knick knacks around kirishima’s room levitating with  the sheer amount of power and euphoria pulsating through your sweaty bodies as they move together in a shamefully slurry dance.

his head rolls to the side when you speed up, slamming your clenching cunt down on him with an erratic rhythm — a crude mix of your arousals flying about the place and wafting with the scent of metallic blood in the sex trained air. “you’re so needy, eijirou. bakugou hasn’t been taking care of you.” you tease through baited breath, throwing your hips down on him so that his milky precum spreads along your ribbed and sensitive walls. 

you sink your teeth into his perfectly poised neck once more, leaving your mark and draining him of that life energy again. kirishima wails at your comment, chest heaving and eyes watering, his lungs threatening to explode with blistering lust. the more you bite at him, take his blood and his life, the more powerful eijirou feels. because you seem to have forgotten one key element to your newly found powers. 

where your other victims were torn to shreds, the bites you leave on kirishima leave him with pieces of your demon abilities too. 

“you can’t even respond, s’kinda pathetic, don’t you think eiji?” your words are harsher, meaner, and the red head can’t tell if it makes him want to fuck you or hate you more. “that you’re willing to let me sue you like this. take your life just like every pretty girl before you…maybe when i’m done with you, i’ll pick on your little boyfriend next—“ 

you truly are the fucking devil. 

though everything you say is slurred and in the heat of the moment — you don’t have a chance to finish. every syllable ends in a salacious squeal when kirishima uses his newfound strength to wildly jackhammer into you. so fast and fucking hard that his weighty breeder’s balls smack against the jiggly flesh of your ass. his beefy arms snake their way around your shoulders, anchoring you to his girth while the bed creaks beneath the weight.

“will you fucking quit it?” in split second and surprising turn of events, eijirou has you flipped onto your stomach — sweaty chest to your back and cock so deep his pelvis barely peels away from your ass as it bounces for him. “you promised not to try and hurt me. but if you want it to hurt, then I’ll make it so.” 

cockwarming him hardly prepared you for just how big and blessed your best friend is. chubby, fat and drooly as his cock glides through the sugar glazed lining of your gushy walls. every time your creamy hole clamps down on him, he threatens to crumble. like a mountain with an avalanche, his girth doused in your sweet essence and his breath shaky against your ear. kirishima grips at your demon’s tail where it sprouts just above your ass, stroking it lewdly just to hear you yowl for him. 

the sheets below become victim to your pointed teeth, tearing through the soft linen in an attempt to calm your pornographic screams. “c’mon big guy,” you growl into the sheets, muffled, needy and amused, while you run your tongue over blood soaked teeth. “i thought you were going to make it hurt—“ 

“don’t test my patience, sweetheart,” your best friend snarls back as if you’re two animals fighting over land or territory — using his brute force, eijirou  grips you by the back of your neck in a similar fashion to the way you did him, and yanks you onto your knees so that you’re both kneeling in the bed while eijirou fucks your wet little cunt raw. “if ‘m gonna fuck you, it’s going to be by my rules. so do me a fuckin’ favour and keep your pretty mouth shut, alright?”

the bed squeals louder than you do with this new position, eijirou angling his hips up to meet your g-spot perfectly — letting your eager pussy swallow him down. you lose control quicker than your brain can even realise, overpowered by the way the  redhead brutally pounds into you, milky and heavy precum pearling along your ribbed walls like dew droplets in a black widow’s spiderweb. your sex welcome him home as if he was never meant to leave, clench on his bright red tip as you froth at his base and drop down his balls. 

equally, your mouth foams with copious amounts of spit, your head hanging low while eijirou ruts  you into a state of delirium. he licks the trace of drool seeping out of loud mouth and follows it up to your lips — generously feeding you his hungry moans and strings of spit. keeping you sedated, all for him while your tongues roll over one another in a fierce battle, neither of you knowing who will come out on top. 

“you’re disgusting,” kirishima barks against your nape, giving it a near murderous squeeze — he fumbles around in the sheets and somehow locates the knife from before, pressing its cool blade against your skin with his free hand. you can just about hear him over the pap, pap, pap of his Rick plunging in and out of your slick walls. “don’t you feel guilty? huh? for…fuck, killing anyone?” the metal against your skin makes you moan, makes kirishima light headed and the whole ordeal so much hotter. 

but you somehow manage to smirk in response, throwing it back into the red head aggressively— drowning in the pleasure. “don’t you feel guilty for fucking their killer?”

you grip the knife, pulling it closer to your vitality veins, light trails of blood from the wound smearing along kirishima’s skin meeting your skin. “why shouldn’t i kill you?” 

“y-you don’t have a reason not to!” you battle through the thick drool on your tongue, hyperfocus in the precum and slick slinging between your sore thighs. you’re wrecked and ruined, losing your demon strength to your goodie two shoes best friend. “i’m a god, death doesn’t s-scare me!” with the way his dick churns you up, eijirou stretches you beyond your limits and preps you to take his impending heavy load. “f-fuck! right there, k-kiri!”

it’s so good that your demon powers activate on their own, your insides that burn bright with ecstasy grow so hot that they heat the knife pressed against you — branding eijirou’s hand with your claim until he drops the hot metal. he falters, the rhythm of his thrusts going sloppy while a creamy sound echoes between your sexes. you’ve changed and you’re right. 

if eijirou kirishima really cared about your victims he would have turned you in and ended this all at the first chance. instead he dips into your demonic charm, afraid of what lies on the other end of this sinful ordeal. does he let you go? does he turn you in? does he keep his best friend here in his arms no matter what crimes you may commit?

“oh…oh eiji!” you whine, small and cute. “‘m gonna cum! please cum for me…cum with me.”

gone is his precious best friend, replaced with a slutty demon trying to selfishly such down his cock. lost in the moment of the ecstasy, you reach back and rake your talons across his skin in one last attempt to leave your mark and it’s only then that eijirou has had enough. using all of his strength, he roughly pushes you down to the sheets once more — forcing the sheets into your mouth to keep you quiet. 

“i can’t stand you.” he reiterates, huffing against your shoulder while locks of his hair stick to your hot, sweaty bodies. “you’re so fucking greedy. so evil…”eijirou shifts to press his hand into the pillow next to your head, smiling sadistically at your muffled screams as he puts the last of his energy into making you cum just as you want. because you always get what you want out of him. “y-you don’t even deserve this.” 

“b-but you’ll give it to me,” you pant around your mock gag, swallowing down thickly. “i’ll keep killing if i have to… you’ll still want me…” 

even if it’s true, eijirou always wanting you, he can’t shake the feeling that you’re no longer the girl he used to know. used to love. his warm and kind persona you once knew is replaced with a similar demonic beast full of lust. “yeah i will and you’ll fuckin’ take it.” he threatens, continually bucking into you and nudging your g-spot in a swaying dance of sacrilege. “s-shit, you’re gettin’ tight. are you really that close, so soon?”

all you can do is nod — grabbing and biting at anything to keep yourself calm. the world around you shakes furiously and white blinds your gaze as you cum, juices splashing back onto kirishima’s meaty girth. “let me give it to you, hm? cream this pussy. make you mine like you want…” comes the red head’s last simper before the dam breaks and your demon cunt drains him dry, milking him for every last drop of his potent white seed.

the two of you are reduced to shallow breaths and heavy eyelids — exhausted from the loss of blood and sharing of demon powers. 

but before you can turn around and sing kirishima your praises — the air is sucked from your lungs, a searing pain shooting through your back right through to the centre of your chest. thick, hot blood fills your lungs and the cavity in which they rest, it gathers at the corners of your cherry bitten lips and seeps through the knife wound kirishima has inflicted on you. 

he’s quite literally stabbed you in the back. 

he had no other choice, he couldn’t let you go on hurting people and tarnishing the image of his once best friend. you were different now, you had no place in the world anymore. it was your turn at death’s door, eijirou had decided. 

“i… i’m sorry,” he says carefully, pulling out and away from you as you lay dying beneath him. “i… i couldn’t—“ 

with the last of your energy you offer eijirou kirishima a weak and bloody smile. “s’okay…” your breathing slows in understanding, and he lets go of the knife in your back. “so by any chance… have a tampon?” 

of course you would find it in you to make a joke when faced with death. you weren’t afraid of anything. 

and now, neither was kirishima. 

with his newfound demon powers he wouldn’t let your death nor that of others go in vein. he would find the pro heroes who did his to you, made him do this to you, and make them pay. 

a life for a life. a death for the same price.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

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short story. Vulnerable Confessions

Class A had finally had enough of Monoma’s shit when you walked away looking sad one to many times. What they hadn’t expected was the outcome of making him cave into his insecurities. 

Monoma x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: This was completely self indulgent. I’m absolutely in love with Monoma and I wanted to share a second plot of a romance that I couldn’t comfortably fit in my SMAU. mentions of bullying, violence. if i missed anything please let me know. 

all works owned by @hinahaikyuu​— please do not plagiarize, copy or modify my works.

“Monoma?” You yawned into the phone. “It’s 3 in the morning, we have class in a few hours. Are you okay?” The phone stayed silent, you could hear heavy breathing on the other side and maybe a hick-up or two. “Monoma, are you okay?” 

“Yes.” His voice was broken, and he could hear you shuffling in the bed to sit up and turn on the light. “Ar-” you cut him off. 

“Come over.” There was a tone of authority in your voice, refusing to take no for answer and he had recognized that too. “Please?”

Within minutes, he arrived crashing into your arms so you couldn’t see his face. You were sure it was red, puffy, he tried to keep his composure while you ran your fingers through his hair gently, shushing him while you sat him down on he couch. “Can you look at me bubbie?” 

He looked up, taking a deep breath, “Bubbie?” 

“Do you not like it? Is it okay?” You didn’t want to push his boundaries, or make him feel uncomfortable. It was just a slip of the tounge, he heard you call the Class A boys bubs on occasion in casual moments. He smiled into your hands, holding his face. 

“No. I like it. It’s okay.” You smiled, putting your forehead on his. “I’m sorry...” 

“For what Neito?” You were confused, but you let him talk slowly while he lifted his head out of your hands, holding them in his lap. 

“For teasing you all the time, for making you feel so bad about yourself. For being a loser and a shitty person and l-letting my in-insecurities... a-and-” You cut him off. 

“Monoma stop that.” You held his face to look at you again, wiping the tears that began to run down his face. “You have no reason to apologize, I haven’t been hurt by your words in a long time. You are a human, we all have our insecurities but that doesn’t mean we can’t be okay.” 

“Am I worth loving?” He held your face in return, refusing to let you turn away when you answered, not that you would have. 

“Of course you are.” You held your hands over his, as they still rested on your face. Resting your head into his right hand, he stroked your cheek. “What’s brought this on Neito?”

“Some of your classmates this morning, were talking after you left when I was teasing you. They said that I wasn’t worth loving, and that I was such a horrible person for making you feel bad all the time. That I’m just an insecure little bitch who doesn’t know anything-”

“Stop. Stop it, this breaks my heart.”

“It breaks... your heart?” He was so confused, his grip on you loosened as he softened his gaze. 

“Of course it does. I had my fingers crossed you teased me because you liked me, especially since it was a little different than class A. Neito Monoma, I love you.” His expression was blank, he could feel his heart skip a beat, then another, before he found himself breathing again and just staring at you dumbfounded. “You don’t have to return my feelings, but just kno-”

You found yourself with him, his hands holding your face tightly again as he pressed his lips to yours. You wasted no time, holding his shirt and bringing himself closer to you. He tasted like mint toothpaste and it was instantly your new favorite flavor. You stayed like that, kissing softly, a gentle make out while you found yourselves in each other. That is- until you were interrupted. 

“What the fuck is going on here?” Bakugou stood there, glaring and growling. “What the hell is that class B basturd doing here, and why the hell are you making out with him?” 

“For one it’s none of your business Bakugou.” You stood, Monoma rising with you and standing behind you as you held his hand. For once, Monoma stayed quiet, watching you and watching Bakugou, but mostly you. 

“The hell it is, it’s 3:30 in the fucking morning on a school night, in MY dorm!” He tried his best to be quiet, anger seething from his voice. 

“It’s my dorm too, and I’m trying to help my boyfriend calm down from some shit you probably said earlier, you fucking asshole.” Monoma looked down at you, a blush hiding under his puffy red eyes. Nothing but surprise and admiration. 

“Boyfriend!? Since when!?” It took him a moment to register the rest of your words, “Asshole? You wanna start a fucking fight!?” His fists started popping, standing in position. What he didn’t expect was for your face to change, it was more angry than he’s ever seen. You let go Monoma’s hand, not noticing that we was still reaching out for you and took a step. Bakugou was quite surprised when you grunted and punched the wall next to him, activating your quirk and sending a strong shake though the building but not enough to destroy it. 

Soon enough, you were still breathing heavily and glaring at him. For once, Bakugou was to shocked to move or say anything, staring at you with shock. By the time everyone came running downstairs to see your fist still in the wall, your face at least relaxed. Nodding at Bakugou, you took a breath and walked back to Monoma, taking his hand again and standing in front of him. 

“What is the meaning of thi-”

“Shut it Iida.” You spat venom, looking at the whole class in a death glare. “Who the fuck told Neito that he wasn’t worth loving? Who the fuck told Neito, that he was an insecure little bitch.” Every word dripped. The class stayed silent, looking at each other in a small panic. “I’m fucking serious.” 

“It was me.” Bakugou stepped forward confessing to your assumption from a moment ago, but Denki right behind him.

“and me...”

“Why?” you motioned for the two to come forward. 

“We were tired of him always picking on you, making you look sad all the time.” Denki looked down, kicking the ground like a little kid. 

“Who else was with you? Who else said anything negative.” Denki took a breath, looking like he was about to cry. He admired you so much, of course this would hurt him and it hurt you too. Monoma squeezed your hand, turning you around to him. 

“Hey... it’s okay. I know the truth now. That’s all I could ask for.” He held your cheek again, rubbing his thumb across your cheekbone and leaning down to your height just enough. You took a breath and looked at the class again. 

“Look.” You started. “I’m completely ashamed of you. I know none of you like him a lot, but you all knew how I felt about him. I’m so hurt that my class, that my friends, would bully someone like that. I can see how with Bakugou its a little different, he’s an ass but no one takes it to seriously here- but this is Neito, my Neito.” 

“We’re sorry yn.” Mina looked up, stepping in front of the class. “We haven’t been very nice back to him, but you know why.”

“I do, but he’s never bullied us. He antagonizes us, pushes us as rivals but I would never classify it as bullying and you know how I feel about it.” You looked at your class broken, “You don’t have to like him, or be kind even if you don’t like him but to hurt him so badly? When you knew how much I loved him?”

“We know.” Bakugou spoke up, stepping forward. “There was a few times you were hurt over his words, and we just got kind of tired of it.”

“Bakugou, showing his emotions?” you teased and he flipped you off. “I understand, but please anyone who instigated tonight apologize. For me at least.”

It took a moment, but Bakugou apologized first, then Denki and Mina, Jirou was next though she wasn’t as bad as the other two boys and even Todoroki apologized for having said negative things even if they weren’t of bullying behavior. You smiled, hugging your class and apologizing yourself for waking them up and getting so pissed off. You told them you would talk tomorrow after school, being Friday. It didn’t take long for everyone to go to bed, Midoriya and Mina being sure to give you hugs and even Uraraka who always did encourage you to express your feelings. 

You weren’t expecting the three of them to watch around the corner of the stairs as you returned to Monoma, wrapping your arms around him firmly, his own arms holding you tight, afraid to let you go. You stayed like that for a moment, until he took another deep breath and looked at you teasingly. 

“So you love me huh? A little too soon you clingy child.” You chuckled, letting him rest his head against your forehead. 

“Oh shut up and kiss me. We can talk the details tomorrow.”

Mina snatched so many photos, and you could bet your whole future that these three wouldn’t let the rest of the class hurt your new relationship again. 

[ryo-genken]

Leaked photos of Class 1-A dance show for U.A. festival.

[mayabarley]

Kirivolution

For anyone who wants the whole picture ^^

[loversdelusions]

Rules: Matchups and requests!

🍑Rules🍑

🍑 No inappropriate relations:

- Underage ships are not allowed. If I get one I will age them up.

- No Incest, psuedo incest.

- No scat.

🍑 Match-ups: What to write?

- Name | Personality | Likes + Dislikes | Hobbies | Extra info you think might be important; The more I know the more accurate. | Villains, Heroes, students? | Fashion sense and struggles are encouraged. | INCLUDE LOVE LANGUAGE PLEASE. | Who do you want me to NOT include. |

IMPORTANT: Because of the volume of requests, I am only doing matchups as commissions.

- Suggest special scenarios you'd like to see how they'd react to, especially when it comes to you. (It'd make it more personal I think.)

🍑 Regulars:

- Sign your posts if you're anonynous! Fruit or name would be so cute to write.

These are my rules for now. Maybe upgraded later.

Match Up: MasterList!

Anon 1: ♡ Twins♡ Match: Yan! Shinsou/Deku

@veethewritier : 💥 Balance💥 Match: KiriBaku

🍐Anon: ◁ Reverse◁ Match: Shigaraki Tomoura

@sofylatte: 💤Oversleep💤 Match: Shinsou Hitoshi

@bimbodemongf: 💕Piña Coladas Baby💕 Match: Mina Ashidou

@qlassicc: 💜Starry Nights and Burning Roses🖤 Match: Dabi

@fictionsimp: 👁Sweatpants and hoodies👁 Match: Aizawa Shota

@miraclesilverlining: ☺️ Live, Sweetheart.☺️ Match: Bakugou Katsuki

@ajumierose: 🌟Lovely Virtues🌟 Match: Kirishimia Eijirou

[lovekatsukibakugo]

Subtlety is Key [Bakugo X Fem!Reader] pt. 3

This was a long time coming, but here it is! Part 3! 

Parts One and Two!

Warning for cursing and some limey content (?). I don’t know what’s considered a lime, but I know it’s a term, haha. In other words, slight NSFW content ahead. 

If you like what you read, please leave a comment with your thoughts. AND if you would like to make a request, the Ask Box is always open! I hope you enjoy! 

His lips battered yours as your rough kissing turned into a full on makeout. The small sounds of your smacking lips filled the empty classroom. The two of you weren’t stupid enough to do this in your own classroom, anyone could walk in and see the two of you, so using the Class 1-B room would have to do. It was so easy to keep your relationship with Bakugo a secret, but damn was it annoying. Your classmates, especially his friends, were always up your ass asking who you liked.

“(name), you have to tell us who you like.” “(name), it’s been weeks!” “How come Bakugo gets to know and we don’t? How is that fair?” There was literally no end to their questioning. They tried to deduce and figure out who it was, but that was slowly pushing you over the edge.

Bakugo pulled away from your lips and ran them down your jaw. You smirked, hearing him growl in your ear. “You make things so interesting,” he mumbled, kissing your neck.

“You think they’ve made any progress?” you chuckled. You were pressed against a desk, his thighs in his hands and pulled around his waist. You were holding up your upper body with your hands pressed into the desktop

“Those idiots don’t even know where to start,” he laughed, tickling your skin. You bit your lip to hold in your own laughter, but a few slipped out. He grunted. “What’s so funny?”

You pushed him back, taking his face into your hands and smirking at him. “How long are we really going to hide this from everyone?”

He slid his hands up your body and onto your waist. He pulled you close to him, flush against his chest, which made you smile. “Give them another week and if they’re too stupid to figure it out, then I guess we’ll tell ‘em.”

You slipped your arms around his neck and smiled gently. “Okay.”

Sitting through class was dreadful. It was boring and, for some odd reason, extremely hot. You took off your uniform blazer and draped it over the back of your chair. The last thing you wanted to do was to start sweating, which would ruin your day entirely. You were going to find the bitch who turned on the heat because you felt like you were dying.

Ashido ran over, sheet in hand as she started clamoring about not understanding a question. She slapped it onto your table top and started asking you if you’d help her. Being the good friend you are, you started explaining everything she needed to know. You didn’t want to frustrate yourself with leading her to the answer entirely and decided that the best course of action (and avoiding a headache) would be to just go into everything.

She slung her arm around you, thanking you one too many times. When she pulled back, she looked as thought her eyes were going to bug out of her head. “Oh my god! (name)! You have a hickey!”

You immediately glared at her, hand rushing to cover your neck. Damn him! “Say that a little louder, Mina, I don’t think Izuku heard you,” you growled.

“I heard it,” he meekly and embarrassingly squeaked out. You rolled your eyes as your hand was ripped from your neck.

Ashido started inspecting the spot, making you wish you could just kill her. “Mina!” you glowered, pushing her away. “It’s nothing special.”

“Yes, it is,” she argued. “Did you finally get with that guy? Why didn’t you tell me? You realize you have to tell me who he is, right?” She jumped right into the normal routine again. She would question you and you would ignore her.

However, today felt especially nerve wracking. You were hot, you were getting tired, and you were finally pushed over the cliff. You stood up, slamming your hands on the desk. This shut Ashido up immediately as she stared at you, looking as though she wished she could hide in her clothes. “(name)?”

“You are driving me insane with all of this bullshit!” you shouted, stirring Aizawa from his nap on the floor. You pushed past the pink girl and stormed out of the room, no one daring to follow you. In all honesty, Mina felt lucky to have only been yelled at, but she did feel a little bad for pushing you away. She was just curious. Was there really something wrong with that?

“It’s just my business. What’s my business should be my business and mine alone,” you complained, wringing your arms threateningly. You had been trying to study with your boyfriend, but when he asked why you had left class abruptly like you had, the can of worms had been blown to bit. Forget opening it. “If I want to tell someone about something, than I will. But don’t just expect me to. I’m a private person, Katsuki. You understand that, right?”

He looked at you. He had long forgotten studying and homework and had laid out on his bed. His arms rested behind his head as a makeshift pillow as he watched you pace the room and destroy a few pencils. “Yeah, I understand. I’m the same way.”

You looked at him, arms sore from your constant swinging and gesturing. You had even acted out choking someone to death at one point, which made you boyfriend only slightly concerned for your classmates. “I just wish they would shut up about it already.”

He pulled his arms from behind him and held them out. “Come here.”

You scurried over to him, crawling into his arms and letting him wrap them around you. You laid against him, nuzzling his neck sweetly. “They’re all just so annoying,” you mumbled, closing your eyes.

“Yeah, just like how every guy that tries getting with you is an idiot,” he grumbled. You picked your head up and gazed at him, smirking. “Well, at least now they know I belong to someone.” He saw the idea light up your eyes and that smirk grow into a grin. You dipped your head back down.

“What are you doing?” he asked lowly, hands tightening on your waist encase you did something he wouldn’t like.

“Showing everyone who I belong to,” you mumbled against his skin before pressing your lips into his neck.

He humed, closing his eyes and tilting his head into his shoulder, allowing you free range of his neck. “Whatever you want, baby.” He moved his hands to your hips and gripped them roughly as you kissed and sucked the spot on his neck. He let out little noises, trying to hold them back so as to not seem as though he was inferior to you. But when you bit him, he moaned. This made you smirk and pulled away from him.

“There, that should leave a good mark,” you hummed, looking down at your handiwork with pride.

Needless to say, the next morning was fairly calm. Upon seeing the marks on both of your necks, no one really questioned it. Not that they didn’t want to, but because they knew it was better for their health not to.

[bee-a-garbage-shipper]

BNHA Ships

OTPs: 

Shouta Aizawa x Izuku Midoriya Momo Yaoyorozu x Kyoka Jirou Mashirao Ojiro x Tooru Hagakure Enji Todoroki x Keigo Takami Katsuki Bakugou x Eijirou Kirishima x Ochako Uraraka

Love: 

Hitoshi Shinsou x Izuku Midoriya Toshinori Yagi x Inko Midoriya Shouto Todoroki x Hitoshi Shinsou x Denki Kaminari Shouta Aizawa x Hixashi Yamada Jin Bubaigawara | Twice x Himiko Toga Mezou Shouji x Fumikage Tokoyami x Tsuyu Asui Tenko Shimura | Tomura Shigaraki x Rumi Usagiyama Oboro Shirakumo | Kurogiri x Nemuri Kayama Oboro Shirakumo x Nemuri Kayama Kurogiri x Nemuri Kayama Danjuro Tobita | Gentle Criminal x Manami Aiba | La Brava

Like: 

Kouta Izumi x Eri Aizawa Hizashi Yamada x Izuku Midoriya Fumikage Tokoyami x Tsuyu Asui Tenya Iida x Yuuga Aoyama Keigo Takami x Touya Todoroki | Dabi Inko Midoriya x Rei Todoroki Tenko Shimura | Tomura Shigaraki x Touya Todoroki | Dabi  Tenko Shimura | Tomura Shigaraki x Izuku Midoriya Touya Todoroki | Dabi x Izuku Midoriya Izuku Midoriya x Ochako Uraraka Izuku Midoriya x Tsuyu Asui Katsuki Bakugou x Ochako Uraraka Katsuki Bakugou x Eijirou Kirishima Shouto Todoroki x Izuku Midoriya Yo Shindou x Izuku Midoriya Izuku Midoriya x Himiko Togo  Himiko Togo x Ochako Uraraka Mina Ashidou x Ochako Uraraka Yuuga Aoyama x Izuku Midoriya Mezou Shouji x Fumikage Tokoyami Hanta Sero x Denki Kaminari Katsuki Bakugou x Camie Utsushimi Tenya Iida x Ochako Uraraka Toshinori Yagi x Izuku Midoriya Shuichi Iguchi | Spinner x Tenko Shimura | Tomura Shigaraki Atsuhiro Sako | Mr. Compress x Rei Todoroki Kai Chisaki x Izuku Midoriya Tensei Iida x Nemuri Kayama Shouta Aizawa x Hitoshi Shinsou Mirai Sasaki x Mirio Toogata Katsuki Bakugou x Denki Kaminari Katsuki Bakugou x Mina Ashidou Katsuki Bakugou x Hanta Sero Character x Original Character 

Neutral: 

Tenya Iida x Izuku Midoriya Tenya Iida x Shouto Todoroki Denki Kaminari x Kyouka Jirou Kouji Kouda x Kyoka Jirou Shouta Aizawa x Tenko Shimura | Tomura Shigaraki Any Ship Not Listed 

Dislike: 

Katsuki Bakugou x Izuku Midoriya Mirai Sasaki x Izuku Midoriya Nezu x Anyone 

Hate: 

Enji Todoroki x Anyone  Minoru Mineta x Anyone 

[ibelieveinahappilyeverafter]

How do villains react to catzawa in to land on your feet? Are they all scared or does catzawa also meet some cat lovers that would love to cuddle with the biggest, fluffiest cat they've seen in their entire lives?

Depends on if they know if it’s Aizawa or not in that cat form. Villains would think he’s some escaped big cat if they didn’t know, but for those who do know they’re certain they can use this to capture a pro hero. A lot of villains forget that cats of claws,,, and teeth,,, and that Shouta can still use his quirk like this. The police find it fucking hilarious, though, that these villains are all defeated by a cat. 

As for the cat lovers... Let’s assume Class 1-A Knows. Shouta would either be just as feared as he normally is or would be cuddled within an inch of his life. Like, do you think Ashidou Mina feels fear like a normal person? She would hug Shouta with no fear and coo over how fluffy he is. She feels no fear. 

Todoroki would absolutely adore Catzawa without ever saying anything, but Shouta can tell pretty easily and would probably sit next to the kid in the dorm rooms because it seems to help him. The girls would try to brush his fur but a lot of them never owned a cat and so they’re doing it wrong. 

Now you get to imagine Hizashi coming into the dorms, dragging Shouta into his lap, and brushing his fur out as easily as he does his hair. The kids get to see Catzawa a dazed, purring, fuzzy little lump in Hizashi’s lap incapable of thought or movement. There are pictures taken. Shouta is not pleased. 

[cap00chino]

ACIDMAN: friendly edition! 

based on this concept that hori introduced on the vol 38 inside overs. can’t expect to give me mina acidifying her little overcoat and NOT have me run with the idea!!! 

[tteokdoroki]

✩࿐TRACK 06: BESIDE YOU. denki kaminari (2K)

about. upon finally escaping your toxic ex, your friends do a little scheming which leads to a hook up with an old high school friend looking for something more.

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! suggestive, sfw, slight angst, fluff, happy ending, weed mention, mutual pining, make outs, old friends to lovers, love confessions, fem!reader, pro hero!kaminari.

things to note. eee here it is!! the final fic, thank you for joining me on this journey. i’m quite proud of myself for completing a project like this!! enjoy my loves! special thanks to @maliciouslove for beta reading mwah - masterlist / series masterlist / series playlist ✩

you don’t go to parties. 

something about them makes it hard for you to find the appeal in bass boosted music and sweaty bodies complied into one uncomfortably tight space. the drinks are never to your liking, cheap and sour at house parties but overly priced and bitter at the clubs your friends drag you to on the weekends. 

you don’t go to parties because of the people too. 

sure it’s fun, when you’re dancing up on your friends, sharing a giggle and snapping selfies that’ll serve as reminders of your youth when your knees grow a little too fragile for the excessive ass shaking and grinding on your girls. but then as soon as you start to feel yourself loosening up, a drunk stranger who meets the bare minimum will start hitting on one of your friends and the other will be dragged away to dance amongst a circle of them with the promise of texting you when they’re safe (and done fucking randos) for the night.

one by one, they typically leave you to fend for yourself until you end up at the shitty bar getting pity drinks from the bar tender. often while another drunk stranger (who’s so pissed that they can’t tell their nose from their toes) tries to flirt with you until you feel physically sick. 

you don’t go to parties, because you’ve never needed them. your friends tell you that they’re a great place to meet people and mingle, perhaps even date — but you’ve had no need to ‘organically’ meet people up until recently, being tied down to your ex and all. the way you’d met had been super cute too, he’d worked at a coffee shop you frequented on the way to your 9-5 job and one day grew the confidence to leave his number on your cup. you had spent hours deliberating on what to text him, settling for a simple ‘hey :) <3’ and the rest had been blissful history. 

of course he started treating you like shit and dumped you for the next best thing. 

so lately (with the hope that you would start getting over him)  your friends have been hauling your sorry ass to whatever motive they could find — even if the event had been hosted by some rando on the street.

that’s how you ended up with an exclusive invite to a house party full of pro heroes. your friends had gone snooping into people you knew from high school and encountered mina ashidou, who you worked closely with as a student on the support course. she was more than happy to help you soothe your scars and find some new meat at one of her monthly rager house parties. and of course your friends snapped up the chance to try their luck with your old (now) pro hero friends.

to say you were nervous to see everyone again was an understatement, and for most of the night you kept to being a fly on the wall — watching the alcohol induced antics ensue. you don’t even want to be here, surrounded by people from your past who are clearly doing much better in life than you are right now. 

this is so stupid.

why did you even think that coming here would do you any good? listening to your out-going, party-goer friends was probably the worst decision you’ve ever made. who were you kidding? coming to this place to make your ex jealous? like that would work in a million years. you really should just leave before anyone notices, tell them you felt sick and that you couldn’t do this. mina would surely understand—

“there you are, cutie. i almost didn’t recognise you!”  looking up at the sound of a velvety, yet, chipper voice — you rack your brain to match its tone with the pair of sunrise-gold eyes peering down at you. “still stuck in your head i see. you remember me?” 

“k-kaminari!” you squeak out the syllables of the electric blonde’s name — shocked and surprised that pro hero chargebolt would even recognise you after all the time that’s passed since high school. from what you can remember about back then, denki kaminari was a friend of mina’s and so a friend of yours by extension. he was a good guy, struggled with his quirk but genuinely tried his best. “hi! how are you?” 

as if the blonde hadn’t heard your question, he swoops down to meet your height and presses an arm against the wall just above your head — asking you to repeat the question with a gentle smile. 

“what was that, sweetheart? 

you think you might fucking pass out from how close denki is. his citrusy cologne overwhelms your senses and from this close, you can tell how much he’s grown. through the smokiness of the party — the joints and the cigarettes, you can see that he’s much leaner and taller than when you were in school, with the right amount of muscle as well. his golden skin glows under mina’s party lights, his eyes are sleek and sensual but inviting too, and he’s so handsome you can feel yourself beginning to swim.

swallowing thickly, you stutter out. “i said…how are you?” 

“oh!” denki chuckles, the sound shooting straight through you warmly. “i’m doing good, better now that i’ve found you here cutie! mina told me you were coming.” cocking his head, he gives you the once over and that same smile from before returns to his pretty face. “you look good, i’ll admit, my jaw practically hit the floor when i first saw you from across the room.” 

what the fuck is going on here? 

while you’re flustered and certainly enjoying the attention from an old schoolmate — you can’t seem to piece together the puzzle, asking yourself exactly why he would be flirting with you. you haven’t seen denki since graduation aside from his TV appearances and marketing campaigns (which, by the way, his PR team are doing amazing at), so you’re confused as to what he wanted with you.

wishing the wall or the floor would swallow you whole — you press your hands gently into denki’s broad shoulders to push him away from you, surprised when he doesn’t budge. “uh…kaminari…”

“hmm?” 

grimacing, you avoid looking him in the eye, knowing you’ll melt into a puddle if you do. “why are you suddenly flirting with me?”

for a moment, the blonde looks taken aback but he quickly blinks the expression away and smirks down at you again. “‘cause i’m into you, duh!” you flinch when his soft hands (slightly rough due to his quirk) tilt your chin upwards and you lose yourself in his amber irises. “come on, lemme take you somewhere? i wanna be able to talk to you properly.” you frown in suspicion which only makes denki laugh cheekily. “promise i’m not a serial killer. i’m a hero now, remember?” 

relenting, you let the electric hero lead you away from the bustling crowd infiltrating the living room, hallways and kitchen — swallowing your heartbeat when he drags you up the stairs to one of ashido’s unoccupied bedrooms. kaminari has you seated on sheets with a thread count so high you fear they might cost half of your rent for the month. he clambers onto the bed beside you, so close that your shoulders bump and you can feel the warmth of his skin bleeding into yours. 

“so now that it’s just you and i… no other guys,” he purrs into the shell of your ear, coaxing you backwards into the sheets. there’s no interruptions, just you and him. “we can finally catch up a little, huh, cutie?” 

“uhuh…” you nod dumbly as you feel denki’s hand traverse up your thighs, stopping just under the hem of your shirt while he crawls on top of you. it’s nice, having someone touch you like this after so long, after your ex — but there’s a nagging feeling in the back of your mind telling you that this isn’t genuine or real. “w-wait!” you squeak when kaminari’s lips drop to your jawline, working their way up to your own.

denki, from what you’ve gathered, is a renowned fuck boy. now that he’s a little hotter (not that he wasn’t before) and more charming, he and his little friend sero hanta had been playing lucky dip with their dicks across the population right up until recently — when sero found himself in a long distance relationship. you had just gotten out of a long-term one yourself and you weren’t even sure if you could handle just having a bit of fun right now. 

the blonde peels away from you, faster than the speed of light, sitting back on his haunches. “hey, are you okay?” 

“yeah i’m just—“ you’re sure that you look a mess, clothes askew and chest heaving — but you have to make sure that this won’t be a mistake. “how do i know that you even like me, kaminari? we haven’t spoken in years, i just got out of a relationship and you’ve got this reputation now—“ 

it’s like kaminari can sense that you’re nervous and hesitant but just as easily as he can do that, he can also tell how badly you want this. “i’ve always liked you,” he says easily, unafraid, much unlike you. “but you never took me seriously back then. ‘nd i’m different now, i’m not nearly as slutty as you think.”

even in the darkness you can see a genuine glow to the electric hero’s golden eyes — you feel yourself trusting in him despite the charming front he puts up. “you made it a thing, yanno?” he continues, voice dipping into lower octaves that have your skin erupting in goosebumps. “in high school, you used to make a point of telling me that i’m not your type.” denki is all over you again, but he doesn’t push the boundaries of what you consent to. his hands only move further up when you let him, his nose pressed against your neck when you say yes. his lips on your skin when you plead. “how about now, cutie? judging by your reactions, i think i know what’s on your mind."

doubts and worries swirl around in your mind like a grade four hurricane. he’s making you dizzy, his scent, his smile, his words are driving you insane but you can’t help but worry. having sex with denki wouldn’t be the same has making love with someone you were once committed to but he still wants you, despite everything you’ve gone through. 

tilting your head up to face him, the electric blonde pulls you from your thoughts. “don’t worry, cutie. we won’t do anything you don’t want to.” he simpers, his canines just grazing your bottom lip. “but if you want me like i want you. then i’m here. anything to sate ya, beautiful.” 

“okay,” you swallow thickly, your shaky fingers coming up to rest on kaminari’s shoulders. “i want you.” 

“yeah?” he interrogates you lightly, searching through the sexual tension in the air for your absolute consent. bowing your body into denki’s, you breathe a quiet but firm  ‘yes’  which gives him to go ahead to push your legs apart with his knee. you’re so ready for him already and the fun has barely begun, your breathing hot and heavy as you cover your face at the indecent moans you let out. “don’t be shy, you decide how far we go tonight — i just wanna make you mine.” 

and with that, you decide to trust denki with the shattered pieces of your heart — accepting the sloppy kiss you find yourself locked in when he swoops down to give you one. soon after that, a haze falls over your mind and the night quickly falls away. 

when you wake up the next morning, patches of your body are sore and bruised just under the skin — littered with an array of deep blues, purples and burgundies from where kaminari had insisted on marking you all night. theres a tenderness  between your legs that makes a pulse of heat dance across your face as light bulb memories from your late night activities flash in your mind. 

you’re still at mina’s place, judging by the fact that your bed is not your bed and your clothes are crumpled on the floor where you usually would have tossed them on the back of your desk chair. rubbing at your eyes, you note that your makeup is definitely ruined, remembering that denki liked to see you cry — the aforementioned blonde nowhere to be found either. 

panic seizes your chest, intertwined with your lungs and your heart like the prickly vines of a pesky weed. had he left without a word? surely he didn’t regret last night? surely you weren’t that bad of a fuck? tears begin to flood your eyes, you’d trusted denki with a part of you that only your ex had seen and now he was gone like the wind too. 

you’re too caught up in your pity fest to notice the bedroom door creak open, however, only looking up when it slams shut and a sheepish denki is standing before it. “i-i brought you breakfast,” he stumbles over his words in an attempt to rush over to you with arms full of what smells like hashbrowns and breakfast muffins. “i-i got hungry and figured you would be too. i really did a number on you last night— oh please don’t cry, cutie!”

“i’m not crying!” you damn near screech, trying to hide your face from him. in a way, it’s sort of adorable how denki looks with his hair all messed up and marks of yours littered down his neck and what you can see if his shoulders. his golden eyes, so warm and charming, erratically search your face for any sign of pain as you dab away your own tears. 

“i texted too! i had to bug mina for your number before i left. which meant waking her up and she almost killed me — i’m sorry, maybe I should have woken you up too—“ in three short strides, denki crosses to the room and takes a seat on the edge of the bed, pulling you into his arms after abandoning the food. it’s nice, being held like you matter to someone. it was never like that with your ex. 

but in your heart of hearts, you started to believe the words he told you at your break up. that you wouldn’t be able to move on, that your dependency on him would be the only thing to hold you back…and he was right. pitifully so. because while you’d shared an amazing night with kaminari, an old school friend, you were spending the morning-after crying your eyes out in front of him because you were afraid he’d leave. he owed you nothing!

“we should’ve never done this,” you hiccup pathetically despite how denki rocks your bodies back and forth to calm you down. “h-he was right… i’m so stupid!”

blonde eyebrows meet at the centre of denki’s forehead as he frowns deeply. not at you, never at you. he had heard the rumours about your ex and the downfall of your seemingly happy relationship, hell, it had even shocked him to see your relationship status on social media change from committed to single. that didn’t mean everything was as it seemed, nor that you deserved to have your heart ripped in two.

“fuck that,” the electric hero whispers a little too quietly at first, just barely heard over your sniffles and sobs while he sways you both. “fuck that guy. that’s a fucking lie and you know it!.” 

“k-kaminari!” you squeak in surprise, looking up at him with wide doe eyes.

shaking his head, he meets your gaze with frenzied sunshine eyes of his own. “this wasn’t a mistake to me, i really fucking wanted you, i always have,” he begins, using a knuckle to brush a stray tear from your cheek. “your ex was an asshole, but his love could have never felt right if he treated you so badly. made you feel like this.” next, denki presses his forehead to yours, hoping that his reassurances are enough. “maybe I’ve gone about this the wrong way, sleeping with you first and buying you dinner…breakfast… second. but i’ve always liked you, and i want to be the one beside you from now on…if you say it’s alright?” 

you’re not pleased to admit that kaminari makes you cry all over again — happy to admit that it’s for a different reason. because even after all this time apart, the blonde still wants you and only you. you’d be a fool not to switch sides and be with him. someone who likes you for you, they way you could like him.

so you giggle, allow kaminari to wipe your nose and call you pretty while you breathe out a quiet. “yeah, it’s alright…”

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[ao3feed-bnha-girls]

Meet Me Where the Cherry Blossoms Bloom

meet me where the cherry blossoms bloom by notaninsidethought

Four years ago, Mina met Eijirou under this same Sakura tree and he asked her to be his girlfriend, which considering the state of their relationship at the time, probably took a lot of bravery.

Now, in the spring of their third and last year at Yuuei, on the anniversary of that same day, Mina will channel that same bravery as she waits patiently for her boyfriend to appear under yet another Sakura tree, right where the cherry blossoms bloom.

Words: 545, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Ashido Mina, Kirishima Eijirou

Relationships: Ashido Mina & Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina/Kirishima Eijirou

Additional Tags: Cupioromantic Ashidou Mina, Ashido Mina-centric, Author is on the aromantic spectrum but isn't cupioromantic, Valentine's Day, Sakura (Cherry Blossoms), Mentioned Characters, Spring, Third Year Class 1-A, Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Manga Spoilers, Poetry, Introspection, Middle School, Quintuple Drabble, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Kirishima Eijirou is a Good Friend, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Implied/Referenced Break Ups, Sexuality Crisis, Canon Sexuality

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36891163

[mayabarley]

Kirivolution Part 2

Part two of Kiri’s character development. I’m so proud of my baby boy <3

[loversdelusions]

hi!! can i request a matchup for someone in bnha?

i’m bi and go by she/they. my mbti type is INTJ and my zodiac is virgo. im free spirited and stubborn. i don’t hold my opinion hidden and get very blunt to the point I seem insulting to some and don't really have a filter. i am hardworking and want to do my best in studies, but i tend to procrastinate as well. i am a tad hyperactive, optimistic and like to have fun and party. i’m the youngest in my friend group and shortest and you can half of the time tell, that i am. i also take things seriously and get told i'm very mature for my age.

my ideal relationship is someone that matches my energy and understands my boundaries when i have my bad days. i see myself with someone spontaneous and affectionate who likes unique date ideas like a picnic under the stars or a driving for a roadtrip. my fashion sense is 70s inspired mixed in some dark academia and cottage core. i like to workout, dancing, music, games, horror movies, art and animals.

have a good day ❄️☃️

Okay 100% your match is Mina Ashidou!

She’s absolutely floored by you, your attitude and hardworking stubborn, and blunt nature makes her heart race when she thinks of you. She’ll take herself as your lovely pink filter, and will nudge you softly and giggle at your words, even if they may seem blunt. She finds your blunt opinions entertaining and so very cute especially if you’re insulting someone she doesn't like.

She’s a procrastinator too but she’s also a natural cheerleader. So she’ll cheer you on as she procrastinates next to you. She’ll softly encourage you while you sit together and watch you study, actually questioning your work ethic, she’ll love it if you lean to her, and start procrastinating alongside her. She’ll laugh and snuggle up to you, wrapping her arms around your waist and laying on your lap. Lazily telling you to ‘focus,’ while keeping a soft smile on her lips.

She has no problem matching your energy, she’s ready to bust out her party pumps and find a party that would shake the walls with the music. Getting anytype of party drugs is quick and easy for her, and would love to get a little high during the party. Though sipping on Piña Coladas in her spare time is it’s own type of party for her. When she finds that you’re working too hard she’ll fix you a drink and whine and pull you to your feet to dance with her.

“Come on! Feel the music in your hips…”

One thing she can do right is set a mood. And her party moods are fucking amazing.

She is a bit immature when it comes to her own time, because she must be so mature when it comes to her hero work. She’s very free spirited and loves to make an adventure, get her heart racing with adrenaline and experience amazing things. There won't be a dull moment with her. Taking you places that would blow your mind is one of her favourite things, the shine in your eyes and excitement that light up your face is worth all of the trouble that she goes through to find the little hidden gems around the city.

With her, you’ll see things you’d never even thought even existed outside of fiction.

Her golden eyes and fluffy curls followed by her smooth voice and sultry moves will make you melt on top of her vehicle while she sweet talks you over the scenic view.

Mina is a fashion icon, so her aesthetics will change with yours. She believes she looks amazing in 70’s fashion and early 2000’s scene fashion. She would die to dress up in dark academia and pretend that you’d pick her up while she wears a sweetheart sundress with a fancy tea hat. Yes, she goes a bit hard but she loves just how contrasting the colours of your outfits would look. She loves coordinating outfits with you and trying out new fashions you might be into.

Mina hides near the closest warmth she finds when she’s scared. While horror movies aren't her most favourite because she frights easy, she still thinks it's worth it when she grabs your arm and hides behind you, snuggling up into your side and jumping at every single squeak.

She is so unmotivated when it comes to her workout, especially since her routine must stay consistent now that she’s a hero. So you working out would encourage her, and you might have to promise her some rewards to push her to workout. Not that she needs encouragement as working out with you provides a great company and view for her.

Yes, that's gin in her water bottle. No, don't ask her about it. She really doesn't want to work out on sundays…

Okay ya'll. Since I've been getting a lot pf match up requests, I'mma set some rules. Check it out in bio soon.

[cap00chino]

“ — A C I D M A N !!! “

BNHA CH. 279