#eijirou overheard

[wenumsmol]

Eijirou Overheard

Prompt I used from @strawberrystepmom: which of ur favs hears you lamenting the fact u have to exist in this body from your closet and peeks around the corner and just says "get on the bed"

Warnings/Tags: smut, aged-up characters, vaginal sex, body worship, breath play, orgasm denial, eye contact, praise, pet names, mirror sex, sex toys, fingering, squirting, creampie, breeding, soft dom, pussy smacking, emotional sex, size difference, dry humping, self-esteem issues, comfort smut.

5k+ wc o.o

Minors Do NOT Interact, Smut under the cut.

🪨 Kirishima, Eijirou🪨

 Standing in front of the mirror wearing nothing but your panties and one of Eijirou’s baggy t-shirts —which fits you more like a dress— you're scrutinizing your reflection. Feeling as unattractive as ever, you stare at the pudge of your tummy in your hands and the thickness of your thighs that had no gap. Doubt begins to flood your mind, and you struggle to fight back tears, “how could anyone love me like this?” you mutter to yourself in the walk-in-closet. Hopelessly, taking in the sight of your body, you can't help but think that Ejirou deserves someone better because you feel like you aren’t good enough for him. And the mere thought of it just makes you want to curl up in a ball and hide away from the world. “This is really the body I have to exist in? What a joke.” Squeezing your eyes shut, “There’s no way he looks at me every day and doesn’t feel grossed out. How the fuck am I supposed to live with myself?” you sputter, tears roll freely down your cheeks, and you wipe them away with your sleeve.

 Eijirou is reclined against the headboard of your California king bed, in the primary bedroom, just outside. He’s mindlessly scrolling through his phone when he hears muffled whispers coming from the closet. His brow furrows as he recognizes your voice, and he can’t help but feel a pang of sadness as he listens to you berate yourself. Hearing you tear apart your appearance, and assuming that he finds you repulsive… Eijirou can’t bear the thought of you believing that. 

Immediately, he gets up, disregarding his phone, which clatters to the floor. He approaches the open doorway, watching you from the outside. Listening. The distressed look on his often upbeat and bright-eyed face catches you off guard when you notice his hulking figure staring at your back in the mirror reflection, causing you to grow quiet. Eijirou’s head is cocked, and his fists are clenching and unclenching the material of his red sweatpants. Frustrated and desperate. His eyebrows are furrowed, with a deep crease growing between them, and his lips are pressed together in a line. “Y/n,” he spoke in a low voice, almost inaudible. “What on earth are you doing, baby?”

 You anxiously tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, averting your eyes, trying to hide your embarrassment. You hadn't anticipated him to coming in or hearing your outbursts. You were too caught up in your own bullshit to even consider the fact that you might have been a bit loud. Eijirou’s hearing was on another level, after all. Mouth dry. Feeling the weight of the tension between you two, you try to explain the situation. You want to make it clear that you weren't in here having a pity party and feeling sorry for yourself, “um… well you know… I just—” but that would have been a lie. How do you tell him that you’re afraid to lose him because you couldn’t be at your best? That this version of you isn’t the same girl he fell in love with, and you know he’ll eventually leave you because of it? “I-I don’t know,” you stammer, your voice barely a whisper. He shakes his head, his expression softening. “I just want to understand,” he says, in a soothing tone. You take a deep breath, and you’re at a loss for words. “Eiji, I’m sorry, I don’t–-”

"C'mere, sweetie," he calls out to you, and you reluctantly take a step forward, heart beating faster with every step. He looks you in the eyes with a stern expression, in disbelief that you would think he wouldn't love you as you are, no matter how much you change. Eijirou takes your hand and draws you in as his chest tightens and his throat constricts. Hugging you close, you are enveloped in the warmth of his touch, filling the air around you with the scent of his cologne. There’s a sense of security in the embrace.

Eijirou takes your face in his hands and looks into your eyes, while his own are filled with emotion. The doubt and fear are evident in your eyes, and he wants to take it all away. Speaking softly, his voice is full of love and understanding, “please, don’t do this to yourself.” He tells you that he loves you just as you are, and he always will. Pulling you into a hug, Eijirou holds you tightly, his heart beating in time with yours. Wanting you to know that you are perfect, just the way you are, “I wouldn’t change a single fucking thing about you. You should know that by now,” he breathed into your skin. Soft lips graze the lobe of your ear, he plants a gentle kiss to your neck just below it. “What’s got you feeling this way? What can I do to make it better? Am I not praising you enough? What do you need?” The questions just kept coming, and he exhales heavily, voice trembling as he tries to reel himself back, so he doesn’t overwhelm you. Eijirou’s grasp tightens a bit as he shakes his head, feeling responsible, “I just love you, okay.”

Still wrapped up in Eijirou’s hold, he nuzzles you, continuing to trail kisses down your collarbone. “You know how gorgeous you are? Hmn?” 

“Eiji, don’t–” tears prick at the corners of your eyes again. “You don’t have to lie to me. And it’s not you or anything you’re doing. I just look a mess, and I know you probably want something else. Someone else.”

He draws back, grabbing your waist with both hands as he looks down into your eyes, gaze piercing. He tenderly brushes away the tears that have started to fall, “You're so beautiful, my love. Don’t ever forget that.” He presses his forehead to yours, letting you feel the love he has for you, letting it wrap around you like a warm blanket. His hands cup your face, and he looks into your eyes, “I will never let you forget.” Eijirou takes your hand in his, pulling you with him, and leading you over to the spacious mattress. “Eiji…?”

“Get on the bed,” he calmly commands, walking away to the opposite side of the room and returning with a heavy mirror, which he sets down against the wall across from the bed. “I don’t want to hear any more of that self loathing” he says, reaching over to you, lifting you up and letting you straddle in his lap facing away from him. Eijirou gestures toward your reflection, “look at yourself, sweet pea.” He continues, “you see this beautiful face?” He lightly runs his fingers over your puffy cheeks. “It’s the first face I want to see when I wake up every morning.” Pressing a kiss to your jawline, “did you know that?” he wonders. “And these lips,” tracing the pads of his fingers over the pillow softness of them then bending your face in the direction of his,“ are the only ones I want to kiss. Ever...” he claims.

Eijirou kisses you softly and delicately, gliding his moist, adoring lips over yours. His lips caress yours while his hands cup your face, cradling you in his warmth as he explores your mouth. After a quick tug of his teeth, he deepens the kiss by sliding his tongue across the floor of your mouth, begging for entry. You part your lips at his request, and his wet muscle prods and dances with your own. You feel a spark of electricity course through your body, heart beginning to race as the exchange intensifies. Arms drawing you closer, pressing your body against his as his mouth moves hungrily against yours. You can feel the passion between you, the love and longing that radiates from him as he kisses you…

Breaking off with labored panting and a stand of spit tying you together, "Just you," he breathes, momentarily makes eye contact with you again before turning your head back to the mirror. Eijirou’s large hands snake under the thin fabric of the t-shirt and settle on your full breast, “this body.” He massages your breasts, forcing your nipples to stiffen while he showers your neck possessively with open-mouth kisses, marking your skin. Tingling sensations shoot from your chest and down to your core, and you toss your head back, whimpering at the sensation. “How could I not love you, especially when I get to see you like this?” He questions, flicking his tongue over your jaw. “Who wouldn’t be turned on—” he teases your nipple with more force— “by you?” he continued as your breath caught, and a light tremor coursed through your body.

Through the fabric of his sweatpants and your damp panties, you can feel the throb of his strong cock as one of his hands descends from your breast to grip your hip. Driving you deeper into his lap, Eijirou helps you rock your hips back and forth, dragging your sopping pussy along his erection. “Nngh, you feel that?” groans Eijirou. “Look up for me, sweet cheeks,” he whispered breathlessly, nipping your lobe. Distracted by the intensity of the situation, you continued to moan, completely consumed by the friction against your lower lips. When suddenly, a sharp smack to your clothed clit startles you out of the moment, a faint squeak leaving your mouth. You look up at Eijirou through the mirror with a bewildered expression on your face.

“I need you to pay attention, princess. I know all this feels real fuckin’ good—” he smirks, sharp teeth peeking out— “and I want you to feel good, but I also want you to understand exactly why you deserve it,” Eiji explains.

“Now—” fingertips skimming over your clit to ease the sting that left it throbbing just seconds ago— “tell me how pretty you are. I wanna hear it.”

Your brow furrows at the assumed request, “Eijirou, I don’t think—” “Shh… Shh… Look at me, sweetie. Hey–” he interrupts, turning your head to face him again. He raises his eyebrows, a hint of frustration in his voice, “you know what you're supposed to say” he said. Chuckling dryly, there was an incredulous look on his face. With a tsk, he cocked his head to the side, eyes never leaving your face. "Wanna try that again? Hmn?" he offered, his voice low and expectant. “Because I wasn’t asking.” Eijirou’s hand is firm at the base of your neck, waiting.

You respond, "Yes… Daddy," and his demeanor softens, glowing with affection as he searches your eyes for a sign of understanding and acceptance. He then slowly releases his grip, his hands trailing down your arms and up again, a gesture of reassurance and love.

“Go on,” he said, arms encircling your waist and giving you a tight squeeze with his chin resting on your shoulder. He moves his knees side to side, which makes you sway subtly like you’re dancing.

“I— umm. I’m…p-pretty.”

“Well done, baby. And what exactly about you makes you so damn pretty? Hmm?” Eiji nuzzles your cheek supportively, a grin on his face and eyes bright.

“I’ve been… taking care of my skin a lot better lately, so there’s that, I guess that counts for something. ”

 "Oh, yeah. I've noticed," Eijirou admits, his voice a low rumble as he loosens his hold, hands trailing down your thighs before coming back up to rest on your hips. His fingers gently massage as they press into your skin, kneading the soft flesh as he gives another light squeeze. "You're so fuckin' soft, princess," he murmurs, his hands moving lower, coming to rest on your ass cheeks. He caresses the round spheres in circular motions feeling how silky your skins feels, with his calloused fingers, sending a rush of pleasure through you that makes you to gasp. "F-fuck," he breathes, his voice reacting with thick with desire, “so smooth and so fuckin’ soft.”

 Ejirou crushes his face into the skin of your neck humming deeply, grunting and sending vibrations through you, causing you to giggle a little. You can feel his open-mouthed grin against you, the response from him causing you to smile as well. “What’s so funny, munchkin? Huh?!” He starts tickling you and you’re both laughing. Your bodies jerk around as he pokes at your sides causing an eruption of laughter. Suddenly and unexpectedly, all the squirming causes his fully hard shaft, which is right beneath your sticky folds, to brush, resulting in much-needed friction. You and Eijirou moan collectively, then his tongue is back on you. His focus shifts back to your waiting heat, and he rubs tight circles on your tiny rosebud. He hums again as his other hand grips your hip, his fingers and tongue working with precision and sending jolts of pleasure through your body. 

 Eijirou’s breath is hot and heavy, and you can feel his excitement and anticipation as he builds up to the inevitable, “Wait—mmm— wait, honey.” He softly pats your pussy before stilling his movements completely. Clearing his throat, he tries to regain control of himself and says, “not yet, I wanna hear more.”

You groan in frustration, “Eeijiiii… c’mon. I can’t wait, I want you,” you whine.

“You want me, baby?” he questioned, half amused, half turned-on.

 “Yeeeah. Yes. Yes, Daddy, I want you,” you assert.

 “Oh, you’re going all in on the begging. Trying to wear me down, huh?” He chuckles. “It’s almost working,” he licks his lips, “but not quite. We still have business to take care of.”

 Folding your arms, you turn away, switching to full-on brat-mode. Eijirou just smirks in amusement, “uh uh uh, don’t start that bratty shit right now, babe. Now’s not the time,” he says vehemently as he grips the nape of your neck firmly. “I’m serious.” He looks into your eyes, his voice authoritative but soft. "I can't have you hurting yourself like you were doing earlier. That shit stops now, you understand me? Nod if you understand." And you do, your heart beating fast in anticipation. You always found it so sexy how quickly his mood can change like this. One moment Eijirou is all jokes and smiles, then the next, he’s churning your insides relentlessly, barely caring if it hurts because he promises to make it better later. Eijirou always takes care of you.

 He’s smiling now as he leans over to the bedside table, retrieving the Hitachi wand. Leaning back, the wand is plugged and set to the side. Eiji spreads his legs, in turn, spreading yours along with them. His hands remain on your hips as he speaks, his voice resuming in a low whisper in your ear. “I want you to look at yourself. Not at me. Not anywhere else. Look at yourself and see how fucking breathtaking you are,” he breathed against the back of your neck, leaving small pecks here and there as he spoke. His words are like a caress, and you can feel your body responding to his touch. “I promise to make you cum when I see that you deserve it.”

You feel the waistband of your panties being pulled taut to your skin, with a snap, sounds of ripping fill the air. Now you’re sitting in his lap naked from the waist down and when he commands, “lift your arms. C’mon, up,” you comply, allowing him to slip his oversized t-shirt from your body and toss it to the side. “There we go. Look at that Goddess,” he eagerly expresses, squeezing emphasis at your waist. In a flash, he loses his shirt too, and now you’re laying back against his chest, skin to skin.

“And look at this pretty pussy,” he points out, spreading your folds with his fingers to put you on full display. Involuntarily, your tight wet hole clenches at nothing, and he hums approval at the action. “A very pretty pussy on a very pretty girl. Don’t you agree?” He strokes your hair with the other hand while eyes rake over your body, and you feel a little self-conscious, making an effort to try and close your legs which are pinned open by his own. “Aht aht, be a good girl. Keep 'em open for me,” he warns as he strokes your inner thigh to relax you. A shiver goes through you. “Good…” he says, content with your obedience.

 Eijirou takes the Hitachi wand in hand. Without turning it on, he taps it on your clit, forcing a whimper out of you. Teasing. The hand stroking your hair moves to your jaw, “before we begin, I want you to know that I don't appreciate it when you insult my wife.” His breath fans over your skin from how close he is to your face. "You know... there are consequences for every choice, for every decision, for every word that comes out of your mouth" the hand on your jaw slips to your neck, giving it a strong squeeze before resting there— “for every action. Hmn?”

 “Yes, Daddy.” He flips the switch to high, and a frantic cry bubbles from your lips. “Goood…” he drags.

 You’ve barely been touched yet the feeling is already almost too much to handle, with the pressure in your lower abdomen quickly building. Your eyes begin to roll back, and he pulls the wand away, stifling the progression of your orgasm. “Pleeeaase, oh please! Don’t—” “Hey, now, who’s that beautiful woman I see?” he’s teases. “It’s me!” you sputter breathlessly. “I’m sorry, it’s me! Oh god, it’s me. Please!”

“Say Daddy, I’m a Goddess,” Eijirou demands, an eyebrow raised.

“Imagoddess!” you let out a little too quickly.

Another smack to your pussy, “Again. Slower this time,” he bites.

 “F-fuck! Daddy, I’m a Goddes—” buzzing breaking the ending of your sentence, the switch had been flipped, sending more vibrations through you. “I need you to believe it, baby. Talk to me, princess. Quickly or I won’t let you cum” he advises matter-of-factly, massaging up and down your dripping cunt with the toy.

 You eagerly nod, “Yes, Daddy. I'm your good girl. I'm your—” your breath catches for a moment, and you struggle to keep your eyes trained on the mirror— “Goddess. Please, Daddy. I need your touch. Wanna feel you,” you begged, your voice shaking desperately.

He chuckled softly, “That's right. You’re my Goddess,” he murmured, his touch growing more insistent as he moved his hands over your body, twisting and pulling at your nipples. Eijirou leans down to take one of them into his mouth, slathering his lubricated tongue over the nub and suckling hard, releasing with a wet pop.  “Keep talking, love. Daddy wants to hear it all.” He continues to smack his lips against your hard buds sloppily, saliva dripping down. 

 You look down at him, mouth falling open in pleasure before you say, “only you know how to make my pretty pussy feel this good Daddy–mmfuck.  I feel so—” your stomach tightens— “desired... S-so loved. So wanted… when you touch– ahh— me,” you rush out the words as you feel your orgasm drawing near, determined to reach it. “I feel so beautiful a– and your touch makes me feel so ali— nnnggh” he switches to the highest speed and the coursing pleasure renders you unable to speak at this point. Unraveling in a silent scream, your eyes roll back and legs shake as your walls convulse. Creamy goodness seeping out and sliding down onto his pants, wetting them. Eijirou moans at hearing you praise yourself, at seeing you cum, at feeling your wet release. “Good job baby, fuck…mm.” His hips bucking up in excitement, “fuck... I can’t fuck you yet, baby, not yet. Not until…” He sets the wand to the side and starts massaging your pussy lips, gathering all the slick there to lube up his fingers. You grind up against him lazily, still coming down from your orgasm.

 Your heart thumps wildly in your chest as you wait for him to continue, knowing that whatever he says will make you even more aroused. His other hand caresses your body, and he whispers in your ear, “Not until you beg me for it, until you tell me how much you want me inside you, until you scream my name again and again out in pleasure because once isn’t enough.” You feel your cheeks heat up and your desire growing with every word. You close your eyes and whimper, “Please Daddy, make me yours. I want you, I need you. I want to feel you inside me.”

Your body is humming as you feel him insert two fingers into your twitching hole, pushing deep and stroking steadily. “Yeah?” You can feel yourself trembling, Your breathing becomes more and more erratic, almost desperate as he adds a third finger, hoping he’s not moving too quickly but needing to prep you for his massive cock. “You want me to fuck you into a babbling mess?” he pants, knowing exactly what he's doing. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge again, as he pumps his digits. His movements become more urgent, stimulating that sweet spot by curing his fingers deep inside. The sweet slapping sound of your moist cunny against his palm, echoing in the room as he works your pussy with expertise. His fingers begin to curl more as he asked, “like that, sweetpea? You like it like this?” You’re unable to answer; instead; your words have devolved into incomprehensible mumbles and moans.

“...fuck—” Eiji suppress a moan of his own, trying to force his arousal back down, so he doesn’t cum from pleasuring you.

“Mhmm,” and you can feel yourself at the edge. You can feel yourself tensing up, your body quivering as he picks up speed. Eijirou starts to swipe at your clit with a nearly lightning-fast pace, doing an ungodly combination with both hands. You can't take it any longer, and you let go, screaming his name repeatedly, your voice raw and desperate as you come undone in his arms, shaking and weeping from the sheer intensity of the experience.

 “Eijirooouu! Eijiiiiii, fuuuuck…” you howl, your voice shaking as you try to catch your breath. He grunts in approval.

 Eijirou presses a hard kiss to your temple, still trying his best to contain himself. His voice was a low rasp, barely audible, as he asked you, “How does my gorgeous girl feel now?” He held you securely, and you could feel the love emanating from him. His tender touches. His passionate kisses. His comments, “good girl… good fuckin’ girl,” still reverberated in your thoughts as you were entranced by his presence.

Voice still husky, “let me make love to you,” Eijirou truly requested this time.

“Of course,” was all he needed to hear before he tucked an arm under your knees. Lifting your lower body up with your back still resting against his wide muscular chest, which rose and fell in deep ragged breaths beneath you. He freed this thick veiny length from the confines of his sweats, shimmying the pants the rest of the way down his legs, and kicking them aside. Eijirou returns you to your previous position on his lap, thick, pulsing stiffness pushed up against your plush ass cheeks. Groping the softness of your thighs, he tries to regain his composure now that he’s so close to burying himself in your depths.

Eijirou's breathing is heavy and labored, the musky scent of his sweat mixing with the sweet, tangy smell of your arousal. His hands roam freely, gently exploring your curves and the contours of your body. His fingers leave trails of fire as they lightly brush against your skin, tracing circles on your hips and lower back. His cock jumps in anticipation as he shifts his hips, repositioning to align the tip of his cock and pushing it against your entrance. You moan softly and shudder as he slides in, inch by inch, stretching you out with his heavy length and girth.  You feel Eijirou stretching you out, his heavy length and girth filling you up completely. His breath hisses out as you squeeze him in his efforts to fill you painlessly. He takes another deep and steady breath before he bottoms out, asking if you’re okay. You give him a weak nod and you both moan as the sensation of being filled and compressed washes over you, your walls contracting around him in welcome.

You sit there in his lap feeling so full, exchanging breaths between his mouth and yours, falling into a rhythm only the two of you could follow. Neither of you are looking in a mirror anymore, instead you stare deeply into each other's eyes, the only communication being the linking of your souls… His right hand on your cheek, holding your face to his, left hand around your waist supporting you. Your left hand on his cheek, right hand holding the arm wrapped around you. He leans back slightly and begins to rock in and out of you slowly, with long deliberate strokes, never breaking eye contact. You bite your bottom lip as a tear trails down your face. A whimper escapes you, his lip trembles as his breath catches. Eiji presses his forehead to yours and says, “You’re so strong and beautiful. You’re worth so much more than you give yourself credit for— ahh, sss—” he hisses at the end, his strokes beginning to quicken as his fucks up into you. Wet slapping sounds increase in volume as skin meets skin. You nod frantically as more tears flood your eyes from both the pleasure and praise. “I’ve loved you since I first saw you ba— fuck— baby…” he stammers. The hand on your cheek joins the other at your waist, gripping you tightly, his thrusts never faltering.

 Eijirou closes his eyes for a moment in an effort to calm himself to prevent his emotions from bubbling to the surface. He wants this to be about you, so he concentrates. And when he opens his eyes again, there’s a fire behind his red irises. Leaning all the way back on the bed, bringing you with him, he digs his heels into the mattress and fucks you hard. The loud thwapping of his hips pistoning into your ass competes with your sobbing. Eijirou drives his cock deep and pulls out so much the tip is just barely inside. Then he jackhammers away at your walls, and you are full-on wailing now, calling out his name, arms flailing to find stability as he fucks you stupid. He grips your belly in one hand, splaying his fingers wide, the plush flesh spilling between them as he thrusts. “I love this shit here—” he squeezes the pudge of your stomach, then presses down to feel the thump of his tip hitting your cervix. Eijirou growls at the sensation as he continues to split you in half.

 Tucking his arms under the back of your knees, he brings them up to your chest, cradling you and fucking into your now stilled form as he’s regained control of the situation. “Eeeijiiiii, you’re so deep. I feel you soo fuckin’ deep…” you hiccup as tears and drool streak your face.

“Yeah? You like feeling Daddy’s dick in your guts, baby? You like me knocking your pretty walls loose?” he grunted out, emphasizing the last sentence with his thrusts. Eijirou rotates his hips, beginning to churn your insides.

“Aaagghh, I’m g’na cum… I’m g’na cu—um” you squeak.

“Go on, sweetiepie, make a mess for Daddy. Make my fuckin’ dick all sloppy with your cum. Wet the bed for me,” he growls in your ear.

He shifts one of your legs over to join the other in one of his arms still pulled tightly to your chest, which is no problem to him, given your size difference. Eijirou reaches his free hand down and massages quick circular motions on your clit. He doesn’t miss a beat with the thrusting of his hips, balls slapping wetly against your ass like music.

“Ah, wait! —Daddy! Oh, fuck… fuckfuckFUCK!” you say hysterically as you feel a different kind of pressure building, almost like you have to pee. And suddenly, your pussy gushes, spraying clear liquid in a strong stream only broken by the steady swiping of his fingers still working at your clit to send you beyond the edge of ecstasy. Your walls clenched in a vice and unclenched repeatedly, milking his cock and forming a white creaming ring at the base, which he fucks back up into you. “mmmFUCK, yeah, babe, keep squeezing my dick. Just like tha— shit — ohf—” his voice broke off, going to a higher octave then back down to a deep guttural moan of your name.

Eiji’s cock pulsed inside you, hot gooey heat spilling from it, warming the inside of your belly.

He continues slow and steady pumps into your sore, stretched hole to keep his cum buried deep inside. “Have my baby,” Eiji rasped real low into the shell of your ear, leaving the lightest kiss there. He groans, still coming down from his own orgasm, surprisingly, “fuck, that’s good.” 

“Yeah, I’ll have your baby,” you whisper back, tilting your head to the side, so he can hear you better from behind, and your eyes meet again. Eiji holds your gaze, measuring your words and expression, calculating the seriousness of your statement. “Yeah?” he asked, brows furrowed in uncertainty that you really meant it. Honestly, he didn’t think you actually heard him, so this is a shock.

“Yeah…” you give him a smile, the kind that he hasn’t seen from you in some time, and that’s what affirms it all for him. 

He sits up slightly, pushing you into a seated position on his lap and spinning you around to straddle him, never disconnecting. And Eijirou pulls you into a tight embrace, his shoulders beginning to rock, body shaking, then you hear it. A sob ripped from his chest as he was unable to hold back his emotions any longer. This was perfect, and it sent him over the edge.

“Oh my god, Eij! What’s wrong baby?!” you attempt to pull away to examine him, but he just clutches you tighter, “Nothings wrong… I’m just really fuckin’ happy, okay?” he let out quietly, a little embarrassed of his emotional display.

“Aww… It’s okay to cry,” you say sweetly. “Even for Big Red,” you continue, joking harmlessly.

“Hah, yeah I guess,” he sniffles cracking a smile, then he’s looking at you again, his vermilion eyes glistening.

“Cupcake… I really do love you. I mean it.  Everything about you is a blessing to me, and just now—” he pauses, letting out a short laugh— “you’ve agreed to bless me more. It’s just a lot to take but, I hope it never stops. I want you always, I love you always,” he confesses, giving you a loving kiss on the lips.

“I love you too, Eijirou Kirishima. You’re the best husband, and I’m sorry I ever doubted you”

Looking down then back up through wet eyelashes, you add, “and I’m sure you’ll make a great father.”

You two sit for a moment in lotus position, basking in the afterglow of your passionate and intimate love making, snuggling close to each other. He continues to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, his lips feel so soft and warm against your skin as he continues to kiss you. Hands tracing delicate patterns on your back, sending shivers down your spine. Eijirou’s breath tickles your neck as he murmurs his love for you. He pulls back slightly, looking deeply into your eyes, and you can feel the love radiating from his gaze. He holds you even closer, not wanting to let you go, and you can feel his heart beating against yours… So when you do try to get up, Eijirou looks at you with a confused expression and asks, "what are you doing, honey?"

“Eij, I'm all sticky. We're all sticky,” you say, in a tone that suggests it's apparent.

“And sticky we will stay," Eijirou says, laughing softly. "I gotta keep you plugged up, babe. Don't want my seed spilling out of you and going to waste, now. Unless you want me to fill you back up again," he adds, giving you a suggestive smirk. "Although, I think you need a bit of a break before I knock your shit loose again,” he says with a mischievous glint in his eye.

What the hell are you gonna do with this man? All you know for sure right now is that Daddy loves you. Unconditionally. No matter what happens, he will always be there for you and be your biggest supporter, doing whatever it takes to make sure you are happy and safe. You deserve love and you are loved.

A/n: Look... this is only my second time writing smut and I know I got carried away. Honestly, it might be TOO much. I'll work on it, I promise. TBH, I'm really nervous about posting this. Other than that I hope people like it because it took me some time to do and I'm also really excited about it? Please, be nice! Feedback is welcome! Love you, okay, bye!

[bnha-more-like-bnh-gay]

Mina: look at this meme that made me cry!

Kirishima: because it’s funny, right?

Mina:

Kirishima, pleading: be-because it’s funny,,,,, right???

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may we have some kinda angsty headcanons for Iida, Kirishima, and Keigo overhearing their crush say that they made a promise to themself to never date heroes because of how messy it can be and there’s little to no privacy and heroes always have to choose the world, and this causes them to rethink some a some stuff?

please, and thank you ❤️‍🩹

A/N: Thank you for the request!

CW: General Light Angst, Unspoken/Unrequited Romantic Feelings, Reference to the Stain Arc.

Characters x GN!Reader: Tenya Iida, Eijirou Kirishima, and Keigo Takami

• Iida falls for you as a student, quietly nursing his crush with the knowledge that a high school romance would distract from him becoming a top-tier hero—the entire reason he’s attending this school. There’s a small part of him that thinks it’s a right person, wrong time situation and after he settles into the routine of coursework he might confess. Provided, of course, you’re available and his feelings are requited.

• Iida is, first and foremost, embarrassed to have eavesdropped on your private conversation with a friend. In his defense, your lunch table is close to the line and your friend group is pretty loud.

• One of your friends is dreamily discussing Kamui Woods when you confess that you promised yourself you’d never date a professional hero. And you make good points: the lifestyle is messy, the hours are inconsistent, both press and fans invade the family’s privacy, heroes have a greater obligation than one’s own personal life, etc.

• Of the three, Iida has an interesting perspective on this, because he’s the second son in a family that has spent generations in the hero business. If you were having this conversation with him, he might feel compelled to make this argument with you; he grew up in a happy home, well-loved, and there’s no professional reason that a job title meant a hero had to neglect their family. It’s all about balance.

• Because he’s only overheard your thoughts on the matter, Iida chooses not to intrude, pushing his feelings down. It makes him sad, even though he understands your position from a pragmatic point of view, and his mood toward his coursework dampens for a few weeks. He wonders if you have similar stances toward other jobs that pose risks, like police officers or firefighters, or toward jobs with very long hours that might keep your spouse away from home.

• Iida doesn’t want to convince you otherwise so much as he wants to understand, but he doesn’t consider himself close enough to you to ask.

• He doesn’t truly understand your position until his brother is injured.

• That’s the first time he’s ever wondered whether the hero path is really for him. He’s never seen his mother cry like that. And the anger he feels—that’s something else entirely.

• Iida never speaks to you regarding that opinion he heard, all those weeks ago—and although his heartbeat quickens when he sees you in the halls, he decides to never confess. After all, who would know what you want better than you?

• Although he occasionally wonders what might have been, he doesn’t feel it appropriate to convince you otherwise and feels responsible for upholding his brother’s mantle. He goes on with life wondering if maybe you were the one that got away.

• Kirishima is also a student when he falls for you, and he gets it when he hears you discussing the kind of spouse you’d want—or more specifically not want—with one of your friends in the hallway.

• Instead of associating your view with heroes in general, Kirishima does take it personally. Would you feel that way if he was stronger, braver, better? If his quirk was different? Maybe the “right kind” of hero would impress you.

• Unlike Iida, who pulls away out of respect for you, Kirishima gets friendlier. Just because you won’t date a hero doesn’t mean he can’t be your friend, right? And that’s good enough for him… even though he feels like he’s on fire every time your shoulder accidentally bumps him, or like he may melt whenever you shoot a smile his way.

• So, Kirishima dedicated himself to being nice, and that comes pretty naturally for him. You end up good friends.

• Kirishima comes off as incredibly genuine, and your general studies friend group becomes quite fond of the 1-A hero student that kept seeming to make time for you all. He hides his crush so well that they’re convinced he’s just that friendly, a typical himbo hero, and your friend group becomes his first set of fans. Positive energy all around, since you can respect what he does and still not want to date him.

• The only one of the three who actually would broach the subject, in his own tentative way. Long after he’d overheard that conversation, long after you’d become friends, he fields it: “Have you ever thought about… like sometimes I worry about what it will be like for my spouse. If they’ll be worried all the time, you know? If marrying a hero is too much weight on someone’s shoulders?”

• It’s not a confession per se, so presuming you haven’t changed your mind in the time you’ve known each other, he’ll field your concerns and finally get some closure. Maybe you have a specific reason to not want to date a hero, maybe the career you want to pursue is also demanding and you’d like a spouse that’s more flexible to reconcile that, etc. Either way, he feels a little better knowing it’s not a personal fault of his own.

• I don’t think he ever genuinely considers not being a hero to be with you, because it was his childhood dream. The closest he comes is when you enter a serious relationship with someone else, someone not a hero.

• Because you’re friends at this point, he’s happy for you. He really is. He just wonders sometimes if he’d decided to be something different, if he’d been a general studies student instead, that could be him holding your hand at lunch.

• His hero course friends need him too, and he does think he’s doing what he’s meant to do in being a hero. You’ll always be his favorite “what if?”

• Hawks would be the least likely to let it affect his behavior, because the Hero Commission is consistently in his business, so he completely understands. He’s actually not supposed to date—it impacts his popularity.

• Will it stop him from flirting with you at every opportunity? Absolutely not.

• Hanging around the office and cracking jokes for “group morale.” Not so he can try and make you laugh, nope, no way.

• You’re an admin working at the Hero Commission, so it does surprise him when he overhears you discussing with a coworker how you could never be with a hero. You may respect everything they do from a professional standpoint, but you need more from a partner.

• Hawks understands, and it’s not like the higher-ups would let him date you anyway, but oof is it a blow to his ego.

• You, like most of the people in the office, are used to his playful exuberance. It seems to be business as normal after he overhears you. He continues to make small talk and platonically tease you, just like before.

• When he’s alone, he does reflect on his life. If things were different, if he’d been born to a different set of parents, if he’d never been picked up by the Commission.

• But then again, were it not for his job, he may have never met you in the first place. He can’t bring himself to regret it. He thinks it’s worth it as long as he can enjoy your presence at the Commission.

• One day, it’s mentioned to him that you’ve put in notice. You’d accepted some cushy position in another field with less demanding hours than Hero Commission Admin. He took a very lengthy fly around the city to convince himself he was fine.

• When he shook your hand at your office farewell party, you thought he was only being polite when he said to keep in touch and reach out if you need anything at all. He meant it.

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MHA Jealousy Headcanons [Part 2]

Ft. Bakugo, Todoroki, Kirishima & Kaminari [SFW]

[Part 1]

Bakugo Katsuki:

If anyone is sure in there own abilities it's this dude.

He knows he's the best. Knows he's got what it takes to be #1.

So what gets him jealous? You thinking someone else is the best at something.

(Anything really.)

One day during training you were paired with Todoroki.

Bakugo was not crazy about you sparring with Icyhot but he trusts you and has plenty of confidence in himself when it comes to you.

However as he was going head to head with Kirishima nearby, he overheard your conversation with that half and half bastard once your session was over.

"That was great, Todoroki. You're the best!"

(What you meant was that he was the best for being the first to volunteer to spar with you, but Bakugo didnt know that.)

That comment made him falter so much that Kirishima immediately rocked him with his southpaw.👊🏻

Eijirou was so surprised that his hit landed. He always expects Bakugo to block.

Even though Katsuki was thrown back a few steps he was still on his feet.

"Bro, you good? Sorry dude!"

Bakugo wasn't listening though. His eyes were narrowed at you and Todoroki heading towards the locker rooms.

Todoroki Shouto:

Just like with Bakugo there's not too much that gets Todoroki jealous when it comes to you.

However something he's found that makes him jealous is when you compliment someone else's abilities.

He knows it stems from his own self esteem and insecurities.

He knows you love him and keep him on a pedestal.

But sometimes it gets turned around as it twists in his guts and comes out as jealousy.

One example is when you two are out for a walk during a rare day off from Hero work.

He's got a ball cap on in an attempt to hide the recognizable two-toned hair color atop his head.

You run into a guy you knew growing up. The son of a close family friend.

He's leaving a convenience store as you two walk by when you suddenly meet.

He's bravely got his small child resting on his shoulders, who's sucking down a quickly melting ice cream popsicle.

As you catch up he speaks alot of the child, and you make a casual comment to your friend.

"Aww, that's so cute. You're such a great dad!"

Now this is something Shouto immediately picked up on.

Based on how he grew up, would he make a good father?

Would you even want to have kids with him knowing his bloodline?

That's when the insecurity mutated itself into jealousy.😕

There was no hiding the dark look appearing on his face.

His whole aura must have changed because you took notice.

He could tell by the way you squeezed his hand.

You didn't look at him right away so he could gather himself, but he knew you were regarding him in your periphery.

The gesture did indeed break him from his thoughts.

He was still looking at you a moment later when you turned and flashed him a warm smile.

He really does love you with everything he has.

Kirishima Eijirou:

This guy has had his fair share of insecurities.

Throughout your friendship turned relationship you've always done your best to reassure him, and for the most part you were successful.

Kirishima's normally so cheerful and caring with you.

(With everyone, really.)

The thing that gets this man jealous? Someone else being manly for you.

You're in the the common room sitting on one of the couches.

Your boyfriend had gone to the kitchen to get a snack, again, and was coming back over to join you.

He watched as you leaned over to the coffee table to grab one of the magazines sitting there when you let out a loud shriek.

You clamored to sit atop the back of the couch as you frantically pointed to the table.

One of the biggest spiders you had ever seen was crawling right where you almost touched.🕷

Kirishima made a move to rush over and help you but ended up stopped in his tracks.

Kaminari was closer.

"Got it!", he called out as he grabbed a different nearby magazine and rolled it up before smashing the hell outta the poor creature.

You let out a relieved sigh at once again being in a freakishly big spider free zone.

"Thanks Denki! You're my hero."

He knew you didn't mean anything by it, but only meant it as a general thanks to your mutual friend.

However between that comment and the blush accompanying the proud smile on Kaminari's face, your boyfriend could only stand there staring on as his manly blood began to boil.

That is until you turned to give him a loving smile and a wave.

He melted right there in his spot.

Kaminari Denki:

This guy loves making you laugh and does so on a daily basis.🤣

Your laughter sounds like the singing of angels to him.

So what gets him super jealous is someone else being the reason you find something so humorous.

For instance, you were walking towards Heights Alliance with the Bakusquad.

Kaminari and you were holding hands as usual, but you were chatting with Sero who walked along the other side of you.

He was telling you a story about something funny he was looking at online and making comments about it.

Kaminari had a smile on his face until he heard you laugh out loud at whatever he told you.

"Oh my God, Sero. That's so funny! You're hilarious!"

He didn't even remember what it is, but it couldn't have been that funny. Right?

He squeezed your hand a little tighter just like the jealousy squeezed at his heart in his chest.

You turned to look at him and saw that he kept his eyes ahead.

You knew him too well and squeezed his hand back to bring his attention to you.

When he looked down you gave him a reassuring smile before turning to Sero and telling him that was as good as the stuff Kaminari sends you.

"Denki always has the funniest stuff for me.", you make sure to say.

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Not Your Wild Cat, Chapter One

Description: Sasha and the rest of her class are back for their last school year at UA. A lot has changed and there's more excitement to come. But things have to get good before they get bad, right?

OC Credit: @jix-the-dragon

Art Credit: @.jabberwockyface

Name: Sasha Annelie Quinn

Quirk: Leopard. She has the characteristics and abilities of a leopard. Her most noticeable characteristics are her ears, claws, tail, and leopard-spotted skin.

An ex-agent for the commission, Sasha used to do things she would probably regret until the day she died. With her mind drowning in vengeance, she made sure to do everything the commission asked her to so that one day, she would have the opportunity to get back at the man who took everything away from her; To take down All For One.

Every mission led up to her last. The mission that made her the person she is today. She was given simple instructions; Through a few connections, get in contact with the League of Villains and offered to be their mole, their traitor, as long as she got into UA (which would be guaranteed no matter what. Pose as a student at UA High School, acting as a normal teenage girl. Her school persona didn’t matter too much though. As long as she got the information she needed from them to get in the league’s good graces, everything was fine, as long as no one got seriously hurt. All the while, she would be double-crossing the league, giving the commission information, enough to locate and corner AFO. She would contribute to his takedown and after that… Well, she didn’t know.

But to be fair, there was a lot Sasha didn’t know. She didn’t know she would enjoy being a normal teenage girl, socializing with other students she called ‘friends’, and eventually falling in love. She couldn’t even imagine that she’d end up in actual training to be an actual hero, fighting for what’s right, no longer an agent in the shadows. She definitely wasn’t ‘Agent Wild Cat’ anymore. No, now she was Namir, pouncing on injustice.

But everyone needs a break sometimes… Right?

- Naomasa & Sasha’s Summer Cabin -

Sasha and Naomasa always came by here once a summer for about a week, their little cabin in the woods. During that time, she and Eijirou couldn’t talk much on the phone either. Though she loved spending time with Naomasa, she always missed him as much as he missed her. Noticing this, Naomasa thought it would be a good idea to invite her classmates. He could use some time to himself anyway. 

Sasha walks into the cabin with her classmates, smiling as they look around in awe. Even she couldn’t help but admire the cabin she’d been coming to for years. It was beautiful, pretty big for a cabin, and very cozy. She loved coming here, it gave her an opportunity to train and hone her skills in the wilderness, a place where she could be undisturbed. Well, until Naomasa called her to check on her.

“This is amazing, Quinnie! You get to spend every summer here?” Mina exclaimed, eyes practically sparkling in excitement as she threw herself onto the cushioned couch. Just like the rest of the class, she was dressed in summer clothes. 

Uraraka nudged Sasha a little, giving her a cheeky grin. “Bet you figured the only person you’d come here with other than your uncle was Kirishima. It's pretty romantic if you ask me. We aren’t third-wheeling, are we?” She teased, pointing at Eijirou who was talking to Bakugou at the door.

Sasha blushed, glancing at her boyfriend before looking back at Uraraka. “Ochako! I-It’s not like that,” She scolded her friend, shaking her head. Still, the thought of spending the week at a cabin with just Eijirou was tempting. Though she knew Naomasa would never be okay with that, even if she was eighteen now. 

As if summoned by her thoughts, Naomasa walked over to the girls. From the look in his eyes, Sasha could tell he overheard their conversation and wasn’t pleased with the topic of conversation. “I don’t mind Sasha spending time with her boyfriend. But if she’s going to invite one person, why not have all of her classmates join us? I want her to have fun with all of you,” He spoke loud enough for the entire class to hear, looking Eijirou in his eyes with a smile for the last part. “Especially if that means the two of them don’t get any alone time.”

Eijirou felt a shiver go down his spine at Naomsasa’s gaze. It didn’t match his smile. Rather, his eyes let him know he was going to be pissed he even found them alone once. Of course, he was still going to take that risk, but the consequences of getting caught made him nervous.

She could tell he was playing with Eijirou a bit but sensing her boyfriend’s nerves, Sasha lightly slapped Naomasa’s arm. “We aren’t going to do anything inappropriate. Still, expecting me not to spend any time with my boyfriend is absurd.” She sighed, crossing her arms.

“I never said you couldn’t spend time with him. Just not alone.” He clarified, ruffling her hair and earning a pout. As far as he was concerned, it was his job to keep her safe. From danger and teenage boys.

She rolled her eyes playfully, knowing there was no convincing him of anything else. Placing a hand on his shoulder, she gave him a small nod. “Okay, okay. No more scaring him though, okay? Eijirou is very respectful.” 

She looked at Eijirou, her features softening. As they made eye contact, she crossed the room over to him and held his hand, earning a gentle squeeze from him. They exchanged happy smiles and Naomasa sighed through his nostrils. He remembered being that young and in love. He remembered being a teenager and exactly what he did back in his day. 

He wanted to trust Sasha though. He knew in his heart they would find a way to spend time alone somehow, just not under his watch. When they did, he was sure they wouldn’t do anything too worrying for him. 

Sasha was a good kid, she hung around other good kids. In the few years he’d known Eijirou, he’d seen him grow up from a first year to a third year. He’d met his family, his two sweet mothers, and had dinners with them. They’d become an extended family, which is why he felt so comfortable joking (half-joking, more like) with Eijirou about being alone with Sasha.

“Alright, alright, lovebirds. I’m sure you kids are ready to have some fun. Your third year of school is next week, after all. Why don’t you all go swimming?” Naomasa gave them a small smile, looking over the happy faces of the students. He was happy that Sasha had found love in such a remarkable group of heroes in training. And after just this school year, his little girl would be a graduate of UA, a top hero academy. He couldn’t be prouder, so they deserved as much fun as possible before it got tough.

Sasha perked up at the suggestion. “That’s a great idea, Nao,” She said before looking at her classmates. “There’s a creek nearby, safe to swim in. The current isn’t strong at all, it’s pretty relaxing. If you guys are up for it, we should do some swimming to kick things off.”

Jirou gave them a small grin, leaning against the back of the couch. “Sounds like a plan to me. I haven’t gone swimming in a while.” She agreed, looking at Denki. “And if I remember correctly, you said you were gonna take me ages ago.” Her tone sounded pointed and accusing, but her smile and the amusement in her eyes gave away her sarcasm. 

He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, gently rubbing her arm. “I mean... I am accompanying you swimming today, aren’t I?” He said slowly as if trying to string together an excuse. Jirou scoffed playfully and the two began to bicker. 

Sasha was glad she and Eijirou weren’t the only couple in class. Denki and Jirou had gotten together last year. Hagakure had a boyfriend from another school that Sasha had met once on a double date.  Izuku and Ochako were an interesting case, as in they acted like a couple, but wanted to focus more on their careers than a relationship. 

Bakugou supposedly had a girlfriend too, but he never let them meet her. Often, they teased and said his girlfriend was imaginary, though it never phased him, as if he were expecting those comments. All he said was he preferred to keep his private life private, and he left it at that, aside from a few comments on how not everyone was so mushy and sentimental. If he did have a girlfriend, she couldn’t help but wonder if he acted differently with her. She’d love to see that from Bakugou one day. 

After deciding as a group that swimming was a great idea, everyone turned to Naomasa to thank him for having them, to which he casually waved them off. “Don’t worry about it, you guys, just have fun. I’ll be around this week, but I’ll stay out of your way for the most part. Old guys like me can’t swim like I used to.”

Sasha raised an eyebrow at the statement. “You’re not even old. You just want an excuse to stay inside and nap.” She accused, smirking at how well she knew him. She seemed to hit the nail on the head from how he sheepishly avoided her eyes.

“There might be some truth to that. Now, why don't you all bring your bags up and change? There are two rooms, but they’re pretty big. And of course, the guys go in one room, the girls go into another.” He nodded to them before hauling his duffle bag over his shoulder and going to his room. 

Eijirou leaned down, grabbing both his bag and Sasha’s, whose bag he insisted on bringing inside in the first place. She tried to tell him that she could carry her bag, but he wouldn’t have it. “I got this, babe.” He told her, grinning widely as he started walking. 

She quickly went after him, knowing he didn’t even know his way to her room. “Okay, Darling. At least let me show you where it is.” She giggled, jogging to walk ahead of him and leading the way to her room. The other girls trailed behind, aweing and cooing at them. Sasha and Eijirou let it slide, having gotten used to their teasing right now. Sasha would get them back later. 

When they reached her room, Sasha looked up at him, taking the bag from his hand. “Okay, Red Riot. My bags and I have safely been escorted to the bedroom. You are relieved of your duties… For now.” She said matter-of-factly, earning a laugh from him.

“Always happy to help, Namir. I’ll let you get changed.” He leaned down to give her a short, sweet kiss and she leaned up to meet him in the middle. But before their lips could meet, they heard Naomasa gruffly clearing his throat. Turning their heads, they saw him peeking from his room at them. Sasha groaned and put her hands up in surrender, the both of them pulling away.

Instead, as Eijirou walked away, he used his thumb and pointer finger to make a heart, and she returned the sweet gesture. She truly loved him, everything little thing he did made her heart flutter. Even small gestures like that made her smile.

The girls started to change and Sasha could feel the talk approaching already. In an attempt to escape it, she tried to redirect it before a word could be said. “So, Jirou. You and Denki are so precious! The way you guys go back and forth is so adorable.” She said, hoping this would distract them and satiate them for today. Sure, “satiated” might sound extreme, but it felt right when it came to this class. 

What Sasha didn’t anticipate was Jirou being ready to retaliate. “Hah, not as cute as Kirishima carrying your bag for you just now.” The purple-haired girl smirked at Sasha, holding back a chuckle as she watched her friend pout. It seemed Jirou was expecting this, but this hadn’t exactly been the first time Sasha had done this. 

Mina nodded, looking at Sasha with eyes that practically sparkled. The look on her face resembled the same look Mina always had after reading a romance manga. “He treats you like such a queen, Quinnie.” She gushed, changing into her swimsuit. 

Sasha giggled softly and nodded, pulling on her own swimsuit. “He does treat me really well. I’m really lucky to have him.” She admitted, sitting on the bed. Even though she avoided talking like this, she didn’t dislike it. If that were the case, she knew her classmates would have already respected that. She just knew that once she started, it was she who wouldn’t be able to stop gushing. Knowing that, the girls always pushed, like sisters would.

“There’s a lot I want to show him around these parts too. I’ve always wanted to see the sunset with him, it looks so beautiful out here.” She sighed softly, falling back onto the bed smiling. The girls watched her with a smile, finding it cute how enamored she was with Kirishima.

“Awe! That’s so romantic, Sasha!” Hagakure sat beside her, bouncing a little in her seat. They couldn’t see her expression, but they knew she had the same smile on her face as them. Aside from Mina, Hagakure was always almost the most excited to talk about romance. “We’ll try to give you guys as much space as possible, okay?”

Acknowledging her friends' support with a nod, Sasha expressed her gratitude. "Thanks, but I still think it'll be difficult with Nao around," she admitted, a hint of concern creasing her brow. Sasha was well aware of how Nao could be. As the man who had raised her, he had always been protective. Sasha anticipated that he wouldn't easily allow her and Eijirou to have some private moments if he could intervene. Nao's protective nature was a force to be reckoned with, and Sasha knew he would do everything in his power to ensure their time together was anything but alone.

Mina flashed Sasha a mischievous grin, her thumb shooting up in a gesture of assurance. "Don't you worry, Quinnie. I'll make sure to get you guys a moment! Your sunset dream will come true!" Mina's playful enthusiasm hinted at her determination to create the perfect opportunity for Sasha and her boyfriend. And knowing Mine, Sasha believed her. She had no idea how she’d do it, but she believed it. 

The girls completed the task of putting on their swimsuits, exchanging sweet compliments, and admiring themselves in the mirror. It wasn't a display of self-absorption, but rather the confident self-appreciation that radiates from girls comfortable in their own skin.

Equipped with everything necessary for a creek-side swim, they descended the stairs to join the boys. The first sound that greeted them was a low whistle from Denki, prompting a shy blush from Jirou. Naomasa, wearing his own swimsuit, shot Denki a scolding look, which was met with a laughter-filled apology. It was evident that Naomasa was standing in for the absent guardians, keeping a watchful eye on their children, even though they were all well into their late teens. Sasha didn’t expect anything less from him.

"You look good, Sasha. The one-piece was a great choice," Eijirou complimented his girlfriend, smiling at her. She could tell he didn't mean it in a perverted way; he simply wanted to compliment her, and she awed softly. 

"Eiji, you look good too. I told you yellow would look great on you," she returned the compliment, exchanging a warm glance with him. The couple shared a moment of genuine appreciation, basking in the glow of their mutual admiration.

"You look nice too, Jirou. Missed you while you were gone," Denki gave a dramatic pout, walking over to her. It seemed he was going for a hug, but Jirou was quick to put a hand on his chest. The playful banter between them showcased a comfortable camaraderie, filled with inside jokes and shared experiences.

Through her blush, she smiled at Denki. “No way, not now. We’re in public, dummy,” she said affectionately, bringing her hand up to pet his hair. Sighing, he looked up at her like a kicked puppy. “What? Not even hugs?” he asked, leaning into her palm.

She shook her head and narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “It always starts with a hug when it comes to you. Then you wanna get all kissy and cuddly,” she pointed out, making Denki laugh as if he had just been caught. “Okay, okay, you got me.” He laid his head on her shoulder, respecting her boundaries. “I can’t help it. My girlfriend is just too cool,” he said, smirking as she looked away with a flushed expression.

This time, the girls of the class turned their attention to Jirou’s relationship, collectively gushing over them. Jirou groaned from the attention, trying to hide her face behind her beans. “Let’s just go to the creek already! I wanna swim!” she said hastily, pulling Denki, who seemed pleased, out by the hand despite not knowing where she was going.

Sasha chuckled and exchanged a glance with Eijirou, clearly happy for their friends finding such happiness. Sasha would have been lying if she said she didn’t enjoy being on the other side of the situation this time. Now it was her who was admiring her friend’s relationship and not the other way around.

“We should go. Don’t want anyone getting lost,” she said, holding hands with Eijirou. If Naomasa minded, he didn’t say anything, only sparing their joint hands a quick glance. This was okay with him, she supposed.

Eijirou nodded in agreement and squeezed her hand before interlocking their fingers. “Yeah, you’re probably right about that, babe.” The pair joined their friends, each couple radiating the warmth of companionship as they made their way to the creek, ready for a day of fun and relaxation.

When they finally reached the creek, everyone was quick to get inside. “I have to admit, this is quite nice. The water feels great.” He leaned back in the water, smiling with a content expression. It was rare to see Iida, who was still the class representative, so relaxed these days.

Izuku nodded, smiling fondly at Ochako who seemed to be quietly enjoying the cool water surrounding her. “He’s right. It feels really nice, right, Ochako?” He asked, tucking a strand of her out of that girl’s face, who simply nodded.

The person who looked the happiest was Tsuyu. Like Ochako, she didn’t say anything, but it was obvious from the way she seemed to decompress. Her eyes were calm, at peace. Sasha remembered just how much she liked water, and was happy to see her enjoying herself.

The rest of their visit to the creek was filled with fun. The class played a couple of games while Naomasa watched, and sat over at a shallow area of the creek where he could still see everyone. 

The first thing they did was play around and splash at each other, not a particular goal in mind other than to not get splashed too much. Sasha exclaimed that Todoroki was cheating quite a few times, using his quirk to make the water colder and stun her from the shock of it. But Todoroki, who was cheating, denied it each time, making Sasha look like a sore loser. Because of this, Sasha targeted him in particular in this war of water.

Much to her excitement, Todoroki was disqualified when he was caught making an ice shield, trying to hide from her relentless water attack. He was sentenced to sit with Naomasa, which he seemed to enjoy just as much. The two got along with each other surprisingly well.

The remainder of the creek visit was marked by friendly competitions, with even Todoroki joining in this time. Activities ranged from chicken fights to contests to see who could hold their breath the longest. True to her expectations, Bakugou emerged as the most competitive, so Sasha decided to be his competition this time, particularly during the chicken fight

Okay, so maybe Sasha was just as competitive. She couldn’t help out though. She’d gotten rid of most of her bad habits, but the need to win was something she held onto for the sake of successful hero work. She could understand why Bakugou was the way he was sometimes. It was a good motivator.

The water splashed around them as Bakugou and Sasha engaged in a fierce battle atop their partner's shoulders. Sasha sat atop Eijirou’s and Bakugou sat on Izuku’s. Laughter echoed along with the sounds of splashing, creating an atmosphere of friendship and joy. It was hilarious to watch Bakugou and Izuku go back and forth.

The day unfolded with shared moments, playful banter, and the strengthening of bonds among the group. As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm glow over the scene, Sasha couldn't help but feel grateful for the friendships and connections she had forged during this day by the creek.

As she approached, she saw Mina and a few others playfully attacking Naomasa with water, turning the scene into a spirited water fight. Naomasa laughed and tried to shield himself while retaliating with playful splashes.

Mina, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, turned to Sasha and gave her a wink, silently conveying that this was the perfect opportunity for Sasha to sneak off with Eijirou while Naomasa was happily distracted. The romantic moment during the sunset with Eijirou that Sasha had been hoping for seemed within reach. Grinning at Mina, Sasha seized the chance, motioning for Eijirou to follow her as they slipped away from the playful chaos by the creek.

“What’s goin on, Sash? Your uncle will kill us if he finds out we snuck off,” He said, letting her pull him through the trees. He didn’t seem too worried though, he actually looked more excited than worried, happy to bond with just her.

She smiled back at him. “Mina’s buying us time. I want you to see the sunset, and the perfect spot nearby.” She told him, moving a little faster. She pulled him downstream until they came to a small clearing that the creek ran through. 

The secluded area they found was truly beautiful, and Eijirou couldn't help but marvel at the enchanting scenery. The gentle buzz of fireflies started to fill the air, casting a magical glow around them, almost like candles. Butterflies fluttered by in a hurry, adding to the picturesque setting. The scent of flowers and fresh grass wafted through the air, gently filling his senses. It was a stark contrast to the city life they were accustomed to, and Eijirou found himself captivated by the serene beauty of the natural surroundings. Life, he realized, was undeniably more breathtaking outside the bustling city.

Sasha took a seat by the creek, Eijirou following suit. They both looked at each other lovingly, happy to be in such a beautiful place in each other’s company. Just being together made everything all the more beautiful.

“I love you, Ei. Thank you for everything. I know we’ve had an interesting couple of years, to say the least,” She and Eijirou shared a laugh, as interesting was quite the word to use. “hectic” and “chaotic” probably fit better. “But, we made it through. All because you believed in me from the very start.” She finished, taking his hand in hers again.

He found himself flustered by how suddenly she was praising him. Shaking his head, he brought his hand up to kiss her knuckles. “C’mon, Sash, you’re giving me too much credit. I don’t know if you know this, but you’re easy to love.” He smiled against her hand, looking up at her affectionately. “That’s why I’m so lucky to call you mine.”

This time it was her turn to blush. Eijirou made her feel like the most loved person in the world, and he did it like it was nothing. Just a few words had her picturing the rest of their lives together and the sunsets they’d see throughout it. 

She couldn’t fight the urge to move forward, gently pulling her hand away and pressing her lips against his. He was surprised but didn’t spend too much time hesitating. It wasn’t like they were going to have much time alone on this trip, after all. So when they kissed, they hoped it would convey the love they had for each other. They hoped this would make up for a week’s worth of kisses, which they would probably make up for next week anyway.

As they lingered by the creek, they gradually pulled away from the tender kiss, settling into a warm embrace. Nestled at the water's edge, they whispered sweet nothings to each other. The gentle sounds of the creek and the rustle of leaves above provided a soothing ambiance to their intimate exchange, creating a core memory that would not soon be forgotten.

They didn’t stay for too long. As much as they wanted to, they knew Naomasa would end up getting suspicious soon if they were gone for too long. Sasha guided Eijirou back to the creek, where the entire class was attacking Naomasa, except for Todoroki who tried his best to defend the man.

Sasha smiled fondly at the sight. She was happy to see Naomasa enjoying himself as much as everyone else was. Something work-related had been bothering him lately, so the sight of his smile was welcome.

She and Eijirou had returned just in time, as Naomasa had started waving his arm. “I give up, I give up,” He told them, the class pausing their attack. Mina let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding in as Sasha and Eijirou returned. This distraction was getting hard to keep up. Thankfully, the rest of the class realized what she was doing and decided to help out. 

“Let’s head back and dry off. Getting a bit cold, and you guys are going to get sick if we stay inside of this creek.” Naomasa said, climbing out of the creek. The others joined, chattering and laughing amongst themselves. The couple integrated with the group quickly, sharing a grin. 

The group strolled back to the cabin, the chatter of the students filling the air with excitement. Naomasa wore a subtle smile, eavesdropping on snippets of their conversations as they shared their favorite moments of the day. He must have been softening up with old age because the sound filled him with peace.

Upon their return to the cabin, the air buzzed with the anticipation of warm showers and a change into comfortable attire. The sound of water cascading in the showers mixed with the shuffling of clothes being swapped filled the building. For a moment, Naomasa even considered raising another child, but he quickly dismissed the thought.

In their cozy pajamas, the group gathered around a picnic table situated outside the cabin. A few steps away, Naomasa manned the grill, tending to their dinner. The delicious aroma wafted through the air, mingling with the laughter and chatter of the students. Despite the sizable group, Naomasa tackled the grilling task with patience, embodying the spirit of a father at a barbeque.

A mischievous smile played on Sasha's lips as she pitched an idea to the group. "How about we play a game? Just to kill time," she suggested, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Intrigued gazes fixed upon Sasha as she delved into her proposal. "Nao and I used to play hide-and-seek in the woods when I was younger," she shared with a nostalgic glint in her eyes. "It was always fun, and it helped with my training," she added, a touch of excitement lacing her voice.

Naomasa laughed, overhearing her suggestion. “Don’t do it, kids. She’ll always find you. Sasha’s amazing at this game,” He warned them with an amused expression. This was Sasha’s favorite game to play out here. If they decided to play, he knew they’d be safe. There was a perimeter around the cabin and Sasha would be able to pick up any cry for help within it if necessary. And the chances of it coming to that were low, as this area was known for being safe for kids younger than these students. 

Bakugou, never one to back down from a challenge, met Naomasa's words with confidence. "Hah? I don’t care if she’s the hide-and-seek champion. She isn’t finding me in a game," he boasted defiantly.

Sasha, undeterred, smirked at him, raising an eyebrow challengingly. "Wanna bet?" she countered, ready to prove her skills in the upcoming game.

That was how this game of hide-and-seek started. A few of her classmates chose to stay back with Naomasa. Iida and Koda weren’t into being scared. Neither was Hagakure, who was worn out from their day at the creek anyway. The others didn’t seem to lack energy at all as they went running into the woods, using the flashlights of their phones to navigate. 

While a few, like Bakugou, were supremely confident in their ability to evade Sasha altogether. Others, like Ochako, embraced the challenge, anticipating the thrill of the pursuit. Their different attitudes set the stage for an exciting game of hide-and-seek for Sasha.

Sasha didn’t need a flashlight, not with her vision. She was going to be using her advanced senses to track down her classmates, which is why this was her favorite way to train growing up. Too bad she could only do it one week out of the summer with Naomasa.

As she made her way through the woods, she tried to pick up the scent of any of her classmates. She could faintly smell them among the scent of flowers and grass. She was able to pick up Bakugou’s scent stronger than anyone else's. The smell of Nitroglycerin was hard to miss. She smirked, amused by how he would be her first victim, despite boasting the most. 

He had beaten her in that chicken fight earlier. Now, she was going to get revenge by finding him. 

Weaving through trees, she searched hard for him. Bakugou was a fast runner, but he wasn’t faster than her. Still, he was smart, as he ran into an area filled with flowers. She could still pick up his scent, but it was getting lost. Especially since the flowers he ran through began making him blend in. She needed to be smart and strategize. That’s when she had the idea to cut him off. 

Peeking behind a tree, he jumped in surprise when he noticed Sasha already waiting for him. He let out a groan at the sight, acknowledging his defeat as she had successfully located him.

Before she could speak, he began stomping off. “Yeah, yeah, I got it.” He grunted, making his way back. It seemed he already knew how to return. Sasha was right to get him out first. If she had completely lost his scent, he could have easily mapped out an escape route. That meant she had to find the others quickly too. 

Smiling excitedly, she set off again. She’d never played this game in these woods with more than one person. This had become more challenging, and more interesting.

Sasha reveled in the thrill of the game as she darted through the dense woods. The moonlight cast eerie shadows on the trees, adding an extra layer of mystery to the night. Her classmates, scattered and concealed, became her prey in this nocturnal hide-and-seek adventure. 

The excitement pulsed through her veins as she employed a mix of strategy and agility to pick off her unsuspecting targets. The rustling leaves beneath her feet masked her movements, and the night air carried the hushed whispers of the forest. 

In the distance, a flicker of movement caught her keen eye. Ochako, with a mischievous grin, decided to play along for the thrill of the chase. Sasha approached stealthily, using the trees as cover. Just as she closed in, Ochako surrendered with a playful laugh, revealing her hiding spot.

Izuku, on the other hand, held a defiant stance, confident that he could outwit Sasha. Their eyes locked in a silent challenge. Determined, Sasha maneuvered through the woods, tracking his movements with precision. Behind a tree, Izuku attempted to conceal himself, but Sasha, anticipating his every move, cornered him effortlessly.

The game continued, each capture adding to the collective enjoyment of the night. Sasha's agile pursuit and the students' spirited attempts to evade her painted the scene with a lively energy. The rustling leaves, the moonlit shadows, and the laughter and playful screams of her classmates faded into the night.

The last person she found was Eijirou. She was saving the best for last. 

Having heard his classmates getting caught throughout the night, he was proud of himself for evading Sasha. Though in the same breath, he was cheering for Sasha to catch everyone. He was always going to support Sasha, even if that meant him getting caught by her. Her determination, agility, and competitive spirit were some of the very qualities that drew him to her, after all.

Suddenly, Sasha was in front of him. She had suddenly hung upside down in front of him, like Spider. Her knees bent around a branch, keeping her up. Her sudden appearance had him yelping in surprise, clutching his chest. Then he began laughing, grinning with her.

"You got me," he admitted with a nod, his eyes reflecting a mix of surprise and amusement. Sasha's unconventional approach to catching him had certainly succeeded in breaking through his defenses. The unexpected encounter had felt just like Sasha though. He knew how much she liked to travel through trees, after all.

She took a moment to admire how handsome he looked smiling like that in the moonlight. Leaning in, she kissed him for the second time that day. This was quicker, barely giving him enough time to kiss back. 

Breaking the kiss, Sasha giggled softly, her eyes sparkling with affection. "Sorry. You just look really cute," she confessed, her smile infectious. She could tell he didn’t mind by how his gaze softened. “Also, I’ve always wanted to kiss you upside down like this.”

Eijirou responded in kind, initiating the next kiss. Sasha welcomed it, savoring the moment as they shared a sweet connection amidst the moonlit ambiance. "You're not a spider though, babe," he teased, grinning against her lips before pulling away. She laughed at his words before sitting up on the branch again and dropping down. 

Taking his hand in her, they made their way back to the cabin where their food was ready. Naomasa gave them a look, making them smile nervously. Sighing, he shook his head. “I’ll let it slide tonight. Come eat.” He said, patting their shoulders. 

As the students gathered around the picnic table in their cozy pajamas, the aroma of the grilled dinner filled the air. Naomasa, having tended to the barbecue, served up the meal, and the students eagerly dug in. The shared experience of Sasha's pursuit through the woods became a lively topic of conversation, each classmate recounting their encounters with a mix of laughter and excitement.

The prospect of the upcoming school year added an extra layer of excitement to the already vibrant atmosphere. As the students enjoyed their evening under the starlit sky, Sasha couldn't help but think about the adventures and challenges that awaited them when classes officially began.

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Smaller_might left kudos on this work!

smaller_might left kudos on this work! by fourdogsinahoodie

Izuku honestly wasn't aware of the fanfics for a while after they were first discovered. Nobody told him about them, after all — both Uraraka and Iida were under the impression that the other had told him, Yaomomo apparently assumed that someone else would tell him, and Asui admitted that she hadn't even thought about it.

He finally found out about them when he overheard Kaminari and Mina discussing them (or, rather, laughing at them). He didn't actually get to ask about it, though — Mina just noticed him hovering awkwardly and filled him in on the situation. ... It's through the fics about himself that he finds the ‘Todoroki Shouto | Shouto/Midoriya Izuku | Deku’ tag. He wasn't looking for ship fics — the thought honestly hadn't occurred to him — but he's figured out by this point what the difference is between ship tags and platonic tags, so the difference immediately sticks out to him.

Now, Izuku's never really thought a whole lot about relationships in general. He's only liked a handful of people, and never very intensely.

Until Todoroki.

Words: 6190, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of fic enthusiasts of 1-A

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: M/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Yaoyorozu Momo, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Background Yaoyorozu Momo/Jirou Kyouka, Bakugou Katsuki & Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: Midoriya Izuku Has a Crush, Midoriya Izuku is Bad at Feelings, Midoriya Izuku is a Good Friend, Midoriya Izuku is an oblivious idiot, todobaku friendship my beloved, also kiritodo are sort of friends now too, Trans Yaoyorozu Momo

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44656306

[ao3feed-kiribaku]

it's kitten season don't you know

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/f8ZNsOV by bkghastwohands (capra) Eijirou overhears one of his apartment neighbors complaining one spring morning. "Did you hear it, Kirishima-kun? I think we have a little lady cat in heat living in our alleyway. Yowling fit to bring Gabriel down to see!" * Spoilers: It wasn't an alley cat, and it wasn't a lady. Words: 939, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki, their apartment neighbor who is a sweet doddering old lady Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou Additional Tags: Cat Hybrid Bakugou Katsuki, Human Kirishima Eijirou, Hybrids, Overheard Sex, Some exhibitionism, katsuki is Loud (TM), Implied/Referenced Sex, Loud Sex, Bakugou Katsuki Has a Breeding Kink, (you can imagine that katsuki has whatever genitals you want him to), Size Difference, (that part's important) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/f8ZNsOV

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Overheard Confessions

by MysteryWriter2105

Different tales of how members of Class 1-A overhear a certain GreenTea conversation

Words: 2292, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta, Kirishima Eijirou

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Additional Tags: Confessions

source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50129344

[looopylupin]

bakugou: can you do that thing?

kirishima: ..what thing?

bakugou: you know, the thing that makes me happy

kirishima: oh! *smiles*

bakugou: ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏˢ

[wenumsmol]

OMG I JUST READ YOUR KIRISHIMA FIC‼️‼️

and when i say i loved it, I LOVED IT!!!

please keep writing, your style is so pleasing to read

hope you have a good day!!

someone out here appreciates you ❤️

oh thank you so much my precious nonniebean 😭😭😭

i'm so happy you love it. this is so encouraging.

i hope you have a good day. a good week. a good month. a good year.

A GOOD LIFE.

[technicolor-143]

We know kirishima had an emo phase right? But what if it was both emo and a punk phase.

Just imagine kirishima vibing to bikini kill and twisted sister at the same time as him listening to my chemical romance and twenty one pilots. 

[a-shy-blueberry]

We’ll Be Watching You

A/N This was a request for my 300 Follower’s Event for the prompt Dom! Tamaki Amajiki x Exhibitionism, I strayed a little bit from that in my excitement but nevertheless, I think it turned out super well! Thank you to the anon that requested this! To @touyas-peach​, @katonshoko​, and @eikatslut​ for literally contributing so many ideas for this you. And an extra special shoutout again to @katonshoko​ for betaing! Literally saved my ass. And lastly thank you to the windstorm that knocked out my power and cell signal for 24 hours right when I started writing this so it was the only thing fun to do

Pairing: Amajiki Tamaki x F! Reader; Denki Kaminari x F! Reader; Bakugou Katsuki x F! Reader; Kirishima Eijirou x F! Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: It isn’t often that your boyfriend Amajiki gets truly jealous but when Kaminari, Bakugou, and Kirishima can’t stop making comments about you, he makes a plan to show them just why you’re his.

Warnings: MINORS DNI, AGELESS BLIGS DNI, Aged Up Characters, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, M! Masturbation, Unsafe Sex, Public (ish) Sex, Creampie, Marking, Mirror Sex, Dom! Tamaki, Non Consensual Voyeurism.

Word Count: 2k

Part 2

It wasn’t often that you visited Tamaki at work, the shy hero was easily flustered by all the extra attention you brought with you, but it was always something that you enjoyed. You’d make an occasion out of it, dressing extra cute and watching as you drew the eyes of his coworkers, knowing fully well that your boyfriend caught every hungry glance directed at you and would make you pay for it later.

So of course, you thought nothing of it when you passed Dynamight, Chargebolt, and Red Riot, their eyes trailing to follow the way the edge of your sundress just barely covered your ass. Only flicking upwards to the tight bodice that accentuated your breasts. Their eyes watching you as you walked towards Tamaki. Watching as you gave him his lunch, kissing him on the cheek before sitting on his desk. Watching as you crossed your legs so your dress rose a little higher, chatting amiably with your boyfriend as you pretended not to notice the onlookers. Tamaki watched too. Noting the near-constant attention they were giving you, glaring at you every once and a while in warning as you adjusted your dress to reveal more of your thighs. But you’d just smile, patting him on the arm to assure him before wiggling to let the front of your dress fall just a little bit more. You could barely contain your excitement for how he’d treat you later. When you left, you kissed him deeply and pressed the length of your body against his, noting a certain bulge that had made an appearance before turning away. You were fighting a grin as you left, however, it was when you overheard Chargebolt, your composure nearly cracked. 

“How did Amajiki senpai end up with her?”

Amajiki knew what you were doing, it had become a game of sorts to you, practically flashing his coworkers to rile him up. Normally he didn’t even mind, he knew you were gorgeous, it made sense that others saw it too. Plus the confidence boost, the comments gave you, was the sexiest thing to see; but this, this was driving him up the wall.

“Did you see her tits, please tell me you noticed?” Kaminari said. A play-by-play commentary of nearly every single body part of yours had been running out of his mouth since the moment you left.

“How the fuck did he land that piece of ass?” Bakugou added… For the fourth time 

Truly, it was becoming exhausting to listen to. But they were so loud that Tamaki could scarcely ignore them. 

At least Kirishima was better. Trying and failing to switch the subject.

“Really, she’s very sweet, and it’s so clear that they love each other a lot, so can we focus now.”

They had been going at this for an hour and Tamaki was on his last nerve. If they wanted to know why you were with him, then for damn sure they were gonna find out. There was also a bonus of giving you, exactly what you were aiming for earlier today. His mind was already formulating a plan. 

Things were set in motion after he had texted you to come to the office after work. Of course, it was something you eagerly responded to. When you arrived he guided you into one of the integration rooms, all the while he had also coincidentally scheduled Bakugou, Kaminari, and Kirishima to sit in the corresponding observation room. They were not expecting to see you walk in, giggling as you dragged Amajiki in behind you. Quickly pulling your dress up, leaving you in just your underwear. You shed your bra soon after, before working on Tamaki. Getting his shirt off before he stopped you.

Bakugou and Kaminari could hardly believe their eyes, here you were undressing right in front of them, Kirishima shielded his eyes at first, trying to turn the others away but he went still when he heard Tamaki.

“It seems like my bunny likes being a little slut.” Tamaki said, leaning against the table grabbing you by your hips and pulling you in between his legs. “Did you have fun riling everyone up?”

All three of the men stepped closer to the class, breaths heavy with anticipation.

 “No~,” you shook your head, jutting out your bottom lip to pout at him.

“I think you're lying,” Tamaki said. Dipping his fingers into your panties, swiping them down your slit before pulling them back out, popping them into his mouth.

Bakugou craned his neck to see you better, your eyes kept flashing to the mirror, surely you didn’t know they were here.

“You’re so wet bunny, you must’ve liked the way they looked at you, didn’t you?”

Your legs felt weak, Tamaki guiding his fingers back to your clit, circling the tender bud as he continued to question you. Your head was swirling, hips jerking at his every touch, and you could scarcely comprehend what you were even answering. Your head came to rest on Tamaki’s shoulder as he continued his ministrations.

“I think as your punishment, I’m going to fuck you like the dirty slut you want to be,” he said. Guiding you to turn around, before standing himself, his arms coming around you. 

“I want you to keep your eyes on the mirror,” he instructed. His hands came up to cup your breasts, you watched as he swiped his thumbs over the stiff peaks, rolling the buds in his fingers before pinching them to earn a yelp out of your mouth.

Kaminari could feel his dick throbbing in response to your voice. The scene before him was like straight out of a porno, your innocent eyes looking straight towards him but not knowing he was there. All the while your boyfriend glowered behind you, playing with your tits, showing you off to them, and staking a claim. Denki palmed his growing length desperate for some kind of friction, he looked beside him. His compatriots similarly tried to adjust to their arousal.

“Eh fuck it,” he thought, unzipping his fly, lowering the waistband of his underwear to sit underneath his balls. Stroking his length, running his thumb over the tip as similarly as he could to Amajiki’s circles around your breasts. Kirishima glanced over, seeing Denki and freezing. This was wrong, you had no idea they were there, he couldn’t get off to this, but his dick was painfully hard, he finally snapped when Tamaki slipped a hand down to your cunt, fingering you at first through the thin fabric before sneaking inside. His other hand was still lavishing attention on your breast as he sucked on the skin of your throat, a budding bruise already forming. And yet his eyes never left the mirror, glaring straight through it.

Kiri looked at Bakugou and Kaminari again, both this time with hands wrapped around their cocks, stroking them steadily. He could scarcely believe the situation, sure he had seen instances where Tamaki took control and got over his shyness but he thought that was exclusive to hero work. Something like this seemed so unlike his shy friend, but the way he had complete control over you, looking straight at them was too erotic Kiri finally gave in, pulling his own dick out. The relief was immediate the second his fist closed around it.

They all raptly watched as Tamaki dropped his pants and boxers, lowering your panties next. He sat on the table behind him, scooting so just his knees dangled off, his legs spread comfortably before guiding you back. Positioning your thighs to rest over his own, your hands onto the table behind you. He settled you onto his length, spreading you out as he pierced into you, so the audience could watch as you took every inch of his massive cock. Tamaki held onto your hips as the two of you worked together to bounce you on his cock. The angle forcing you to stretch out for him more. Tamaki glanced at the mirror, knowing full well what lay on the other side, the thought of it fueling him, showing you off, showing just how well he could fuck you as you called for his name over and over.

“Ahh~ Tamaki,” you moaned as his fingers came around to play with your clit, spreading them into a V shape to trace the way your cunt split open for him, he spread your legs wider.

“Look at the mirror bunny, don’t you see how pretty you look all stretched out for me? I want you to keep watching,” you lifted your head desperately trying to watch but the pleasure was too great, you rocked your head back onto Tamaki’s shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as you continued to impale yourself on his cock.

Tamaki merely chuckled, taking his hand off your hip to guide your head back.

“You have to watch, remember” he reminded you.

“S’too hard Tama,” you whimpered, your hips gyrating on his cock, taking him deeper into you before he helped you lift off again, pounding you back down onto his length. You were so close, Tamaki bringing a hand to pinch your tits, rolling the sensitive bud as his other hand played with your clit.

You looked at the mirror again, you knew no one was there but the thought of someone watching the two of you sent you over the edge as you came, soaking Tamaki’s cock with your essence as he kept fucking into you.

On the other side of the mirror, the three men were similarly thrilled, all hesitation towards watching long gone as they masturbated to the sight of you in all your glory; cock drunk and moaning on Tamaki’s length, begging for relief as he continued to torment you. Spreading you wide open for their viewing pleasure. Looking up to emphasize his claim as he slammed up into you again. Biting down hard on your shoulder. The sight was too erotic to handle. They could tell you were close, the subtle shake in your legs as you approached your orgasm. The way your begging grew more desperate, jerking into Tamaki’s hand when he circled your clit. His hand returned to your hip, gripping you so tight, it was certain you’d have bruises the next day.

You were in agony. Your second orgasm was so close already you could taste it, you caught Tamaki’s eyes in the mirror and sobbed, begging him to let you come as he continued to lightly tease your clit, working you up closer and closer to that precipice but he was brutal, removing his hand entirely, moving to join his other as he fucked up into you harder than before. His cockhead slamming into your cervix each time, his hands working in tandem with your hips as he used you to chase his pleasure.

“Fuck bunny your cunt feels so good. You’re so warm and tight,” he groaned out. His hips stuttered as his release grew close. His hand returned to your clit, rubbing circles around the pretty bud. You keened into his touch, your body chasing that pleasure that only he could provide.

“That’s it, cum for me,” Tamaki said, and you shuddered around him, your inner muscles seized up around him forcing him over the edge as well as he continued to play with your clit, both of you working each other through your orgasms.

Behind the glass, Kiri, Kaminari, and Bakugou were so close, Bakugou moaning as he watched the way your chest rose and fell, the way your pussy was leaking Tamaki’s cum, he was so close, he grabbed his t-shirt, pulling it into his mouth and moved his hand faster. He was so fucking close as he stroked one final time and groaned as he came, Kaminari and Kirishima joining in as cum coated their respective chests.

Your head snapped, looking straight at the mirror. You turned to look at Tamaki, a knowing look in his eyes before slipping off of his cock, and strolling towards the mirror. You knocked on the glass, cocking your head a smirk on your lips.

“Are you going to join or what?"

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[liyawritesss]

This may sound odd.. but can I request some headcanons/a scenario with tamaki? Maybe the first time reader (fem :)) saw tamaki go chimera! Centaur or kraken, either one.. I mean, seeing him turn into such a beast would be so exciting! Even if its just a video, maybe reader could plead tamaki to show her in person☺

ᴛᴀᴍᴀᴋɪ ꜱʜᴏᴡꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʜɪꜱ ᴄʜɪᴍᴇʀᴀ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

Pairing: Amajiki Tamaki x CatGirlQuirk!Black!Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff Headcanons

Synopsis: You’re a very curious kitty, and after hearing so much about your boyfriend’s chimera form from Kirishima, you were eager to see it for yourself!

Warnings: 3rd Year!Tamaki & Reader, mentions of anxiety, s4 shie hasaikai raid spoilers

A/N: Reader has an established ‘cat girl’ quirk where her body is modified to have cat ears and a tail, as well as a few basic cat-like characteristics like purring and sometimes short attention spans. I thought it would be a cute concept. She’s also placed in the support course and helps repair Tamaki’s hero costume after the raid.

You weren’t aware of the reason why Tamaki needed an emergency repair to his hero costume, but could take a couple of guesses from the way certain teachers were acting, and the sudden news coverage of a local yakuza base being raided.

That, and you had overheard the lowerclassmen, Kirishima Eijirou of Class 1A, talk about the incident with his friends while walking past them to head to lunch. You were especially curious about this ‘chimera’ form that the redhead gushed over, and it sparked an interest in you

So when the time came for you to meet with him in order to discuss modifications for his costume, you were smart enough to sneak in a way for him to show you this amazing move of his.

“ s’just so i can know how to measure and apply the new blueprints for your costume, Tama,” You edge on, yet your ever so anxious boyfriend didn’t seem to be taking the bait

So you have to add on what you know will get him melt in seconds - the little twitching of your ears, the swaying of your tail, and when you’re real close to him, and he hears you purring, intentionally, might I add, he finally breaks

Tamaki full on expects you to be terrified of him because it is a lot all at once, but he sees your eyes shine bright with bewilderment and is overwhelmed when you start spewing question after question aft him, running around and touching every sensitive part of him in this form.

He doesn’t experience much discomfort though, because seeing your face light up like this takes away a bit of his nervous and, dare he say it, he’s a little proud of himself that only he can get you so worked up about something as trivial as his manifestation transformations.

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[andypantsx3]

i could literally die right now + either deku or kirishima, andie u pick!

Surprise I picked not Deku because I was scared lmao.

Falling | Kirishima/Reader

Prompt: “I could literally die right now” Word Count: 1220 words Tags/Warnings: pro hero AU, fluff, SFW Notes: Thank you @bobawithpomegranate for beta reading!!

It had been ten minutes since the last time you had felt your arm.

It was currently wedged sideways between the door of the subway and a particularly sour looking salaryman, whose scowl was so intimidating you didn’t dare ask him to free up some space for you. Not that there was any space for him to shift into, as the entire car was packed like a sardine can. 

You had no space to go either, balanced precariously over what looked like a college student dead asleep in his seat, wet locks of red hair spilling out from under the hood of his sweatshirt. This close, you could catch the lingering scent of some orange peel body wash, a welcome reprieve from the other smells that came with close train quarters.

He was cute, even with his features slack in sleep, a tiny scar over one eyelid, and looking bone-deep exhausted like he’d just come from an athletic meet. If the wet hair and telltale swell of muscle under his Crimson Riot hoodie was any judge, he probably had. Not that you had been staring long enough to speculate…

You were still looking—not staring—when the salaryman next to you shifted, and you felt the familiar prickle of blood flow returning to your arm. You wrenched your arm from between the man and the door—only to find that had been the only thing stabilizing you as the train lurched to a stop. You stumbled, hands grasping at the air in front of the salaryman. His eyes met yours, and in a moment that seemed to stretch for a small eternity, he moved minutely backwards.

Your hands clenched just short of the fabric of his suit and you tripped sideways. 

Directly onto the lap of the sleeping student.

The sharp bone of his knee slammed into the side of your thigh as you went down, hard, your cheek stinging where it met the jut of his collarbone. You were frozen in shock for a moment, limbs locked up, before you were sliding sideways, angled towards the floor.

There was a startled snuffling noise, and a strong arm locked around your waist, hauling you back up against a hard chest.

You cringed, flushing all the way down to your toes. “Shit, I’m so sorry—”

You looked up, only for your tongue to freeze in your mouth. Looking up at you was not a sleeping college student. With his eyes open and a small grin bearing those trademark sharp teeth of his, you suddenly realized exactly who it was you were using as a seat—pro hero Red Riot. 

Though he was fresh enough on the hero scene that it was possible for him to take the train like this without being recognized, you imagined it wouldn’t be long before that would have to stop. Though you knew little about heroes, even you knew he was rocketing up the ranks, fueled by his boyish charm, roguish good looks, and a frankly illegal set of washboard abs custom-made for magazine spreads.

Washboard abs that you could currently feel pressed up against the side of your arm.

Your brain rapidly entered panic mode and you tried to throw yourself sideways off of him, but Red Riot caught you again, laughing wryly.

“Careful there!” he said, “You almost ate floor. Wouldn’t want you to bang up that cute face of yours.”

Then he paused, seeming to realize what he’d said, a hint of a blush speckling his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. “Uh, I mean—”

Your brain went entirely offline as you gaped at him. Had he just tried to fan service you? How did he even know you knew who he was? Were you that obvious?

God this was so embarrassing.

“No, it’s okay!” you yelped, “You don’t need to apologize, I know my face isn’t actually—uh—you know. Anyway—thanks. Yeah, thanks for saving me, you—”

The crackle of the overheard interrupted you, the train conductor’s staticky voice announcing, “Ladies and gentlemen, I do apologize for the delay. We’ve got an obstruction on the track, we will be delayed just a short couple of minutes.”

Red Riot was staring at you through the announcement, a little wrinkle appearing between his brows. “What do you mean your face isn’t actually—? Actually what?”

Your entire face went hot. Oh my god, did he want to have this conversation? For real? You didn’t need reassurances, you needed to get off of his lap and disappear, stat. You wondered how feasible it was to pry open the doors and leap out into the subway tunnel, to disappear into the darkness and never be seen on the surface of the earth again.

That was the only solution here.

“This is so embarrassing, I could literally die right now,” you said instead, moving to clamber off of him. “I’m going to get off now, I’m sorry I fell on you.”

Red Riot’s arm clamped down, however, jerking you back against him. When you looked up at him, he seemed just as shocked as you were by the move.

“Sorry, reflex,” he said, shifting uncomfortably underneath you. It only emphasized the firmness of the muscles under you and you wondered frantically if the flames of your embarrassment might burn so hot that you would actually catch on fire.

The train conductor’s voice crackled back to life, “Ladies and gentleman, please don’t be alarmed. There is a fight taking place on the track and we have been asked to shelter in place. Please remain calm and stay in your seats, we will be passing along directions from the Public Safety Commission as they arrive.”

Red Riot perked up underneath you. “A fight! That’s my cue! I’m um, a hero—I don’t know if you’ve heard of me? I go by Red Riot...” 

You nodded vaguely. He knew you knew, didn’t he? Why else would he have said the fan service thing…?

Red Riot smiled, another flash of those sharp teeth. Then he stood up abruptly, hefting you in his arms and whirling to place you gently down in his seat, still warm from his presence. Your face went impossibly hotter, a weird fire starting in your abdomen at the casual show of strength. You stared up at him with wide eyes.

Red Riot smiled again, then rummaged around in his pocket for something, movements rushed.

“I, um, don’t have a lot of time right now. Gotta get to the fight,” he said, producing a pen. You wondered what he was doing with it, until he took your hand, flipping your palm up.

The pen pressed into the skin of your palm and you thought for a moment that he was signing his autograph, until he capped it. “Don’t feel any pressure. Only if you want! I just thought I’d take a chance since it literally fell into my lap. I’ll, um, maybe see you later,” he said. 

“If I don’t ‘literally die right now,’ that is,” he added, laughing.

And then he was gone, pushing through the crowd of people to get to the door of the train.

You looked down at your hand. In an untidy scrawl, he’d written:

Eijirou Kirishima

And underneath:

080-1XXX-5678. Date?

You covered your face, your cheeks burning. Oh yeah. You could literally die right now.

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[ao3feed-kiribaku]

Yours and Mine

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/9kHw2AB by Demented_One_777 Soulmates were supposed to be your muse, your one true love if the symbol was a romantic one. Midoryia Izuku had always dreamed of having a romatic soulmate and what it would be like meeting them for the first time. Their eyes locking after they found out about their marks. Holding each other and sharing a ki... well, that was just naieve. It turned out fate may have had it out for him and he was pared with... Shigaraki Tomura wanted to kick Fate in the nuts. Why him? First there's the dreams, which, weird. The he has to learn from Dabi of all people that the location of the soul mark matters and that theirs is romantic! What the Fuck? So what if he enjoyed talking to him? He was the Symbol of Fear, he could do whatever he wanted! It wasn't as if he liked the guy or anything... he just sort of grew on you... like a fungus. Words: 9005, Chapters: 1/6, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Markings Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Iida Tenya, Uraraka Ochako, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Todoroki Shouto, Yoarashi Inasa, Kurogiri (My Hero Academia), Sako Atsuhiro | Mr. Compress, Hatsume Mei, Asui Tsuyu, Ashido Mina, Sero Hanta, Kaminari Denki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Toga Himiko, Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner, Tokoyami Fumikage Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Iida Tenya/Uraraka Ochako, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Todoroki Shouto/Yoarashi Inasa, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Kurogiri/Sako Atsuhiro | Mr. Compress, Asui Tsuyu/Hatsume Mei, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi Additional Tags: Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmates, Romantic Soulmates, Romantic Comedy, Explicit Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Masturbation, Awkward Flirting, Frottage, 69 (Sex Position), Shower Sex, Masturbation in Shower, Spit As Lube, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Almost Kiss, Overheard, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, League of Villains as Family (My Hero Academia), Torture, Bullying, excessive use of ellipsis, Boys Kissing, Boys In Love, Lube, Dirty Sex, after the war, Blow Jobs read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/9kHw2AB