#kirishima answers

[kirishimaizhere24]

hallo :3

Hiiii :3

whats up?

[kurooh]

I LOVE UR WORKK

ANYWAYS MY REQUEST IS

how mha guys are in bed when they're mad or jealous 😋 (please include shinso im begging 🙏)

-💕

JEALOUS, JEALOUS, JEALOUS BOY!

☆ includes: midoriya izuku, bakugō katsuki, todoroki shōto, kirishima eijirou, shinsou hitoshi, takami keigo.

☆ warnings: 18+ content, fem! reader, rough sex, mild degradation.

☆ notes: TY FOR THIS REQUEST NONNIE <33 jealousy is such a turn on!!

— IZUKU gets particularly energetic whenever he sees someone getting a little close to you or being flirty. he nicely pulls you away from the person and glares at them, but then he’s all jittery with pent up irritation and energy. he uses your pussy as an outlet, as soon as possible.

“feels so tight,” izuku whines into your neck as he ruts his hips against you, his cock head pounding into your gspot fervently. “i-i’m gonna fill you up—ugh, fuck!—and you’re gonna walk around and keep it inside you.” you bite your lip hard, head falling back against the wall of his agency’s staff room. you’re standing on one leg, pressed against the wall, one leg hiked up and being held by izuku. “i promise i will, zuku, just cum inside me, please!” the door is halfway open and his hand clamps over your mouth in an attempt to keep you quiet so you’re not discovered in such a compromising position. sweat runs down his forehead, and he grips you harder, determined to send you to your meeting late and dripping with his cum.

— KATSUKI is explosive, of course. the moment he sees someone getting friendly with you, he’s quick to snap at them and kiss you hard, then fuck you later. he asks for sexual affirmations while he’s railing you so hard you can barely breathe.

“you like it when i bend you over like this, huh baby?” a hard spank to your ass makes you whine loudly, your pussy clenching on katsuki’s thick cock. “i love it, katsuki!” your head hangs down weakly, and you look between your legs to watch yourself get fucked. a mixture of your slick, his spit, and his cum from early drip down from your hole, and his balls smack against your clit while his cock pistons in and out of you mercilessly. “how’s it feel, takin’ my cock like this?” dazed from the pleasure, you don’t answer as quickly as he expects you to, and his hips stop instantly. “no!” you exclaim desperately, starting to babble thoughtlessly. “it feels better than anything, katsuki.. please don’t stop fucking me, i need you so bad.” “go ahead and beg some more for me,” he laughs a little, his balls clenching at your words.

— SHŌTO is a little passive, talking neutrally to the person who’s getting too close. the second you’re both out of sight of others, he kisses you hard and makes out with you. while fingering and teasing you, he sucks dark hickeys into your skin.

“sho, don’t think about that disrespectful asshole, i—” strong arms pull you close, right into his chest, and sweet lips shut you up before you can say any more. letting yourself savor his touch, your eyes close, and shōto’s tongue slips between your lips with practiced ease; his kisses are controlled yet wanting. you whine shakily when his hand slips into your pants and into your underwear, his fingers brushing at your already sticky slit. shōto transitions, his lips moving to your neck eagerly, and he begins to suck at the supple skin. “oh, that feels good,” you whisper when two of his fingers press inside of you, another massaging your clit. “i wish i was inside of you.” he bites down on your skin particularly hard and you squirm. “later,” you say, palming his cock through his pants and pressing closer to him. “for now, mark me up.”

— EIJIROU is friendly when he pulls you close, kissing you in front of the person who’s making him fight a war internally with jealousy. but he’s actually angry, wondering how they hadn’t seen you together before they started getting flirty with you. so, he makes you suck his cock to help him get over it.

“can i suck it, ei?” you feel yourself salivating at the sight of him gripping his hard cock through his pants, the outline sending heat through every inch of your body. “hmm, okay,” he shrugs, slowly sliding his pants and boxers down his thighs. his tip is messy with precum, and despite his nonchalance he’s desperate for your mouth. wanting to tease him, you wrap your lips around him and very slowly take his length into your mouth. but eijirou’s hand pressed against the back of your head gently before he slams you all the way down. immediately, tears well in your eyes and you choke, your throat tightening. his crimson eyes roll right into the back of his head, and he twists his fingers in your hair, yanking you up and down on his cock. “let me use your pretty mouth, baby. this is what it’s for, isn’t it?” he groans when you tearfully look up at him, nodding. “fuck, take it deeper.”

— hitoshi is clearly unhappy when you return to him after purposely engaging with someone flirty, in hopes of him seeing you. he becomes uncharacteristically rough with you when you’re in bed together, and reminds you not to act like that again (but now you want to even more cause you love the way he treats you).

“i bet you talked with him like that on purpose, just so i could fuck you like a slut.” he spits, his hips pounding into yours, pace quickening by the second. one of hitoshi’s large hands slowly wraps around your throat, and he squeezes lightly, then harder when your eyes roll back. “i-i did, toshi! don’t stop, please!” he groans, his head tipping back, and his free hand pushes your knees into your chest harder. you’re folded into a mating press and tears well in your eyes, the pleasure overwhelming. you gasp, “i’m so close! hitoshi, you’re gonna make me—” and his free hand slips between your pelvis and his, and his fingers start to rub at your swollen clit. you grab his hand that’s resting on your throat and look at him with such desperation that he squeezes your throat hard, drawing gasping moans from your lips. hitoshi’s cock throbs when your pussy tightens, and his fingers fall away from your clit, and he slaps it instead. “no, you don’t get to cum until i do.”

— KEIGO swoops in, says “she’s mine, dude” and literally picks you up and flies off. overall, he’s pretty laid back and doesn’t get jealous, but when he does, he fucks you in hearing/seeing distance of the guy. for example, on a rooftop, in a nearby alley, etc.

“fuck you, dabi!” keigo shouts from the rooftop overlooking the man, his wings spread out and buffeting strongly. then he wraps an arm around your waist, pulls you against him and into a kiss. “kei,” you murmur against his lips, “i’m already ready, jus’ want you inside.” he almost cums right then and there, and before you know it, he’s yanking his clothes off and tugging down your shorts. your panties are pushed to the side hastily, and he’s quick to push inside you, but even faster to start fucking you. “be loud for me, baby,” keigo bends you right over, so you’re looking out at the city’s skyline and over all the roads. you’re shaking already as you mewl in pleasure, arms trembling as you try to hold yourself up. “keigo!” you moan, wanting to scream at how deep he’s fucking you. “good girl,” he whispers, “let the whole city know i’m making you feel this good.”

[ccerealbowl]

Fellas, is it gay to cuddle your best bro throughout the night?

[k-atsukibakugou]

WHAT UP MERCURY

For that birthday bash, could I get that blowjob shot with Kirishima please and thank you! 💛~

eeeee thank you! i'm so sorry i was so long with this but i hope you enjoy nonetheless <3 birthday bash intro + rules + menu | event masterlist

eijiro was punctual, prompt, showing up at least 15 minutes early for his shifts (only 8 minutes on his worst day), the exact opposite of you. living closer to the restaurant than him, you still somehow managed to spawn countless grey hairs out of his skull, and at least a handful of heart convulsions every time you'd show up seconds before your shift would begin. knowing your routine, when you offhandedly mentioned needing a ride tonight, eijiro jumped at the opportunity; a little to make sure you'd be at the event on time, but mostly to have this time alone with you, to admire you while he had the chance before you'd both be worked off your feet for the night.

event nights, despite the tips, were his least favourite nights; both of you ending up too busy to flirt by the bar, to run into each other in the freezer, or for his hands to brush by your hips when you both met in front of the kitchen. instead, eijiro wouldn't even have time to admire you from across the bar.

→ KIWI 8:37PM i'm downstairs x

← THE PERSONALITY HIRE 8:37PM fuck i'm not ready yet, come up?

→ KIWI 8:38PM still in 6?

← THE PERSONALITY HIRE 8:39PM 6, door's unlocked x

with a dazzling smile, eijiro slides his phone back into his pocket, glancing up to the third floor, to the light shining from behind sheer curtains, your silhouette moving frantically behind it, the shape distorting when a gentle breeze blew through the half-open window. he wants to stand here longer, to watch you at your most you, when you don't know he's admiring you. you're so alluring when you flirt back, getting his pants tight and palms sweaty with perfectly placed lingering touches on his shoulders, but when he can stare at you without you watching, when you smile without a concern in the world, it drives him insane. tearing himself away, he finally makes his way toward the entrance of your building, climbing the stairs two at a time, pausing in front of the metallic 6, the numeral gleaming under the hallway lights.

it's unlocked, he knows, he knows he's welcome to come in, and still he knocks, a gentle tap of his knuckles just beneath the number screwed into the wood, crossing the threshold without permission almost like crossing an unspoken line in the sand, separating workplace crush from something else entirely.

"coming!"

his heart skips a beat hearing your voice, like he hadn't worked by your side for nearly three years. after only a second, the door swings open. you're barefoot, clad in a low-cut shirt, a sliver of deep red lace peeking out from the neckline — your signature event outfit, the implication of what more was beneath raking you in tips. another reason for eijiro to hate events, the way your cleavage sat threatening to ruin his respectful guy reputation with you, threatening to ruin the friendship he'd built with you.

"kiwi! i only need 5 more minutes," leaving the door open, you rush back inside, frantically rushing around the apartment, tossing random objects beside your tote bag; a lipgloss, a perfume, sanitiser, water bottle, and a pair of shoes flying out of your bedroom door.

stepping through the doorway of your home, he glances towards your open bedroom door, spotting a mess of pillows, sheets, blankets and clothes strewn atop of the unmade bed, a sleep shirt and lacy pair of panties at the foot of your bed. carmine eyes linger on your underwear a little too long, too long for him to pretend his blood wasn't rushing in his ears.

"time for a quick drink?" your voice makes him jump, deep garnet eyes jolting back toward you in the kitchen, his blood rushing further south when you bend down, his gaze trained directly down the front of your shirt when you reach for two tall, thin shot glasses.

you're already pulling out the liquor, an eyebrow quirked and eyes glimmering when his eyes meet yours once more, his gentleman reputation already beginning to crumble after only minutes.

why did he agree to this. to being alone in your apartment with you. he's so used to being shoulder to shoulder behind the bar, too busy to do anymore than flirt with a wink across the restaurant, so close, but the possibilities so far away. now, here, with you, his knees weakening almost as much as his resolve with every second ticking by, and he was still across the room from you, only feet from your bedroom. from the discarded lace.

"might make the shift bearable." you giggle, unscrewing the cap to the amaretto when eijiro responds with a nod, certain his voice wouldn't be anything above a hungry growl, giving away all he tried to hide. pouring the amaretto and irish cream into the tall glasses, turning around to fish your whipped cream from your fridge as eijiro settles onto a stool across the counter from you, again taking his chance to admire you, your thighs and ass too tempting under the low light.

clearing his throat, he adjusts himself on the stool, gently tugging on his collar when you squirt the finishing touch on top of the glasses, swiping through the sweet cream with your ring finger, sucking it clean between your perfect lips. you have to be doing this on purpose, his cock pulsing against his briefs when your tongue pokes out to catch a stray remnant at the corner of your mouth.

while his eyes are busy taking in the shape of your lips, the curve of your throat as his deep red gaze strays further south, until he's nearly staring directly down your shirt. while eijiro's busy drinking in the sight of your cleavage, he doesn't expect to see is you, leaning over the bench to slide him the shot, staying with your chest parallel to the granite as he grips the glass in a large hand.

watching you with wide eyes, eijiro tracks your every move; your fingertips tapping against the counter, the way your tongue flicks out from your lips to lick the whipped cream from the top of the shot glass, tracing along the rim with the tip of your tongue, sucking it from the top of the drink before bobbing your head back down again, this time taking the shot glass between your lips, pursing your lips around it before you stand back up, tilting your head back, swallowing down the liquor with your hands still planted firmly on the counter, eijiro's eyes nearly turning black watching you.

a sliver of cherry iris remains unswallowed by his pupils, eyes glistening as his blood pumps, all logical thought fading from his mind, replaced by the image of you ahead of him, swallowing down the shot, the sliver of your bra poking out, the panties he can still see out of the corner of his eye, the glint in your eye.

"how pissed do you think bakugou would be if we called in sick right now?"

[thekingofwinterblog]

Man I wish your MHA prediction came true, cause, no spoilers, but the truth is so bad😂

atleast its finallly over... never reading a series when it hasnt finished serialisation again😂

It's not even a BAD manga ending... i have seen BAD manga endings before, i know how they look like.

No, what MHA's final chapter is, is a NOTHING Ending. An ending where it is so, PAINFULLY obvious that the Mangaka or his editor did not want to piss anyone off, or take risks in general, that for a whole host of characters, there is NO closure, or even worse, it negates what came before.

so, its not like there is nothing good about the chapter, as i like shoji's big declaration, and the fact that japans society is changing to help people deal with the quirks withouth having to become heroes... but other than that, even the stuff i liked had major caveats.

But by far the biggest issue is that there are so many characters who got NO closure for their respective relationships, and it is stupidly obvious why, and who.

and since this question was prompted by Aizawa and his development, lets start with mic and Aizawa.

This picture right here encapsulates how Aizawa has changed. This is where he was always planned to end up. It is his natural end point compared to where he started off his story. Having turned into a much more caring man, who helped Aoyama rise above his flaws and change for the better rather than the brutal and spartan teacher he was at the start.

Or as his Ex Girlfriend would have put it has learned the value of "A household where the laughter never ends.".

However, the problem is we get no chapter, or even an ATTEMPT at giving him any form of closure where this change is encapsulated, the way we got with Endeavor, spinner, and Uraraka.

And thats a problem, because it wasnt ONLY hjis character who was tied to this hypotetical chapter for closure.

The closure of the ENTIRE idiot trio from the previous generation, alive and dead was dependent upon whatever Hori had planned for this hypotetical epilogue chapter before he or his editor chickened out, leaving Kurogiri's death in the climax with NO sense of aftermath behind it, coming and going, and frankly feeling like an aftertought rather than the sad ending to the tragic tale of the man who died too soon.

It also leaves Mic the single worst off, because while Aizawa at the very least had his character development to fall back on as a final point, even if he didnt get a closure chapter or moment, Mic gets NOTHING.

and that's a big problem, because as im going to go over in my big analysis of the man, Mic's entire deal is that while Aizawa developed in a terrible, negative reaction to his buddy's death, Mic's reaction was to stop developing at all.

His entire life after the tragedy is being a background character in everyone else's life, the DJ who always tries to make everyones day brighter, but has no actual ambitions, dreams or goals of his own.

thats why he clings so desperately to his memories of highschool, because unlike everyone else from that time, those memories are all he has. Even Aizawa managed to have a girlfriend at some point, an actual relationship, that though it crashed and burned had meaning. Mic doesnt even have that.

He is the ultimate sad clown, who pretends to himself that he hasnt wasted his life, by embracing a role as a literal supporting character, that his teachers suggested he would turn out to be.

In other words, his role in a chapter dealing with the epilogue of the trio, would certainly have been to finally, actually begin living his own life again.

but withouth that, there is nothing to suggest he managed to change. he will just continue to waste his life, thinking he'll never be able to create great new times for himself, rather than actually living his life and making new, best moments of his life.

i might be more annoyed about Aizawa not getting that final closure with Miss Joke, but there is no questions that Mic got an even worse deal with the narrative than Aizawa.

He remained a background character to the very end.

he's not the only one though.

You know who else never got closure? The Iida brothers.

We NEVER got to see how Tensei reacted to his brother not only taking up his mantle, but actually surpassing him and all his deeds during the climax.

Tenya's great ambition was to become a great hero to live up to his brother, and we didnt get to see any of his family members reaction to him actually achieving this dream.

As for other members of class 1-A...

Hey, quick question for anyone who read this story, Did you think Mina and Kirishima's character stories ended with these two, small, not given very much importance panels?

No?

Well fuck you, youre wrong! this is where both of their characters ends. their relationship, and their character arcs in general ended here, and they get no closure whatsoever.

and finally we move unto Izuku and the bigger problem with him and where he ended up.

Starting with him becoming a non powered hero, using tech.

Okay, not a BAD ending... But i feel like... maybe... there was a plan for something with that. Maybe... Maybe something that happened, and would have eased his character into using tech, rather than All Might just showing up with it after he's been a salary man for 3 years... Maybe something that was foreshadowed for years, and years.... Oh right.

Izuku losing his lower arms.

Like, looking back, it is painfully clear that Izuku was originally meant to lose his arms for good, before the editor(as he did with bakugo's death) put the kibash on that.

I like the idea... but there was a much better and more logical road to him becoming Iron Man with him having to use robotic hands in the epilogue. it would also be the logical outcome of all that foreshadowing, and was probably the original idea before it was deemed too gruesome.

However, thats a missed what if.

And if you have read the final chapter, you know it's not the BIG issue with this chapter. The SINGLE biggest problem with this ending, that is going to haunt it forever afterwards.

The complete sinking of Izuku x ochako by making it clear izuku has no regular contact with his former classmates, and ending the story withouth anything to suggest these two hooked up at all.

Now, im going to be very blunt, and very clear, before i tear this entire ship sinking to bits.

I didn't like Izuku x ochako.

At all.

I thought it was boring, too drawn out, and i didnt find much enjoyment as a ship from their interactions. in fact i would say i found izuku to have better chemistry with pretty much every other female character he ever interacted with.

Izuocha is the epitomy of a safe shonen battle couple. pure, boring vanilla.

I want to get that out of the way, before i really delve into why the way Hori just... torpedoed this ship because he didnt want to deal with the aftermath, was such a slap in the face.

Lets start with the most obvious problem.

It was all a waste of time.

every single moment of shiptease, and uraraka pining after izuku...

was one...

gigiantic...

Waste of fucking time.

I didnt like reading about this couple. But i cannot make the claim the story was not building up towards it.

it spent the vast majority of it's story building towards this couple, and in the last 3 chapters it devoted two of them to seemingly resolving this couple's story, and setting up for the next step... that never fucking came.

meaning that every little bit of ship tease these two had was a joke, a waste of time, it didnt mean anything in the grand scheme of things.

It was one of the most annoying parts of this manga to read through, and to my absolute fury and disguist i was fucking -vindicated.

It was an objective, waste of fucking time that could have been devoted to ANYTHING ELSE! It could have been devoted to another, better pairing, more character development for 1-A, Inko, the league of Villains, ANYTHING!

If the story was not going to end up with these two, there were plenty of ways to do that too, like having Uraraka's decision not to confess backfire as izuku moved on and hooked up with Mei, or melissa, or anyone else! or maybe just have izuku have moved past her an her ending up being friendzoned because she didnt make a move early enough! Or maybe have Uraraka realize she was gay after everything with Toga!

Again, ANYTHING ELSE would have been preferable.

instead, even at the very end, even when the following pages kills the pairing dead, Hori STILL tries to shipbait these two!

fuck off.

2. Making Urarak look shallow through the worst fucking timing in the world.

so, here is a question for you.

if you were going to ultimately choose not to go through with izuku x ochako, when would be the worst, possible timing to do it?

because i sure cant think of any point worse, than during a timeskip, where izuku's quirk ultimately went away, leaving him powerless and a common working man for 3 years afterwards.

Now this is obviously not meant to be the actual reason in universe for why this pairing didnt happen... but the implication is there...

And it wouldnt have been, if Hori had actually had Izuku turn her down in one of the previous chapters.

but because he decided to chicken out of any and all romance to not get any shipper blowback, through the safest way possible, it's there.

It's ugly, and it's cruel, and it's mostly implication... but it is there.

3. It makes Uraraka's entire character growth with Toga WASTED.

So Toga's part of her and Uraraka's storyline is obvious.

The girl who was looking for someone, anyone who would want to understand her finally found somebody who would, and she decided to give it all for that person.

in uraraka, she finally got what she could not get in the league, amongst her old friends, or anyone else.

No the problem is not with that side of their shared development.

The problem with this is that it completely wastes Uraraka's side of this equation.

The thing that Uraraka envied about Toga, was her ability to smile as she wanted, uncaring about how the world might think of her, something the shy uraraka deeply wished she could do too.

Ultimately, as presented in the final war arc, her develoment from this relationship was her finally learning to be honest, to embrace doing what she wanted to do.

She wanted to reach out a genuine hand in compassion to Toga despite EVERYTHING, and so she did. uncaring about what the world might have thought.

FInally she could be who she wanted to be. the girl who had been defined so long about keeping her love and more emberassing feelings under wrap no longer cared about being judged for them.

It's a very beautiful moment.

Man... It sure would SUCK if later uraraka completely backtracked, was never able to tell her crush her actual feelings, and instead it went absolutely nowhere, meaning she reverted back to the same person she had always been. that she never really grew past this flaw of herself she disliked.

That would really, really suck, and cheapen her entire character climax from the final war arc.

Man, that would suck.

It would suck even more, if the reason that happened, was due to the author not wanting to piss off the shippers that shipped the target of her affection with his former abuser and bully who tried to get him to kill himself.

This was a terrible way to end the series, not due to directly sucking, the way Attack on Titan, or bleach's endings did... but instead due to committing SO HARD to resolving NOTHING, that it flipped all the way around to being INFURIATING in how much it REFUSED to give ANY character who's final resolution would probably have involved shipping, that its pisses you off, because it means that everything that these characters were building towards had no resolution.

The only real exception was Iida, and in his case its just obviously clear that Hori just did not care to give him a climax. for everyone else though?

Hori's decision to not wanting to go through what Kishimoto went through after Naruto's final chapter might be understandable, but it also means that his already rocky final arc ended wastly lesser in quality than it could have.

[newtthetranswriter]

bnha (anyone, pref someone from the Bakusquad) x reader soulmate au, with the reader who tries to ignore the bond without outright rejecting it because they're scared due to past trauma

Word Count: 1519

Paring: Kirishima x reader

Warnings: none that I know of

A/n: Hello, thank you for the request. I absolutely love writing soulmate aus so thank you for giving me the chance to writ another. I went with Kirishima because I haven't really done much for him. I hope I was able to accomplish what you were hoping for. Any ways, enjoy and as always remember to hydrate or diedrate

   The string had been there as long as I could remember. Looking at it reminded me that somewhere there was someone who was perfect for me. That somewhere in this hellish world my soulmate is waiting for me. And while I would love to embrace the fact that I have a soulmate waiting for me, I can’t. After watching two people fall in love thinking they were soulmates, only to meet their real soulmates ten years later, I was afraid.

    Sure the red string was not a soul bond that could have misinterpretations like the tattoos or first words some people are stuck with, but I couldn’t help but worry. It does a number on a person to be abandoned because their parents found their real soulmates and didn’t want to bring the memory of their mistake into their new lives. So I decided it would be best if I never found my soulmate. I would never go out of my way to find the person tied to me by fate.

    Well that was the plan anyways. Never search for the person and if they get close enough to see that we are connected, turn the other way. I wasn’t rejecting the bond but I was not going to acknowledge it. Having seen the pain it caused my parents to reject their bonds before they gave in told me that the only option was to ignore it like it didn’t exist. But again that was the plan before I got into the U.A.’s hero course.

    The first day of school showed me just how hard it was going to be to ignore the bond. After all, the red string led directly to the red haired hero in training that sat only a few seats away. Even knowing that he could see where the string led and his numerous attempts on the first day to talk to me, I did my best to avoid him. Whenever the boy with the sharp toothed smile would approach, I would go the other way or start a conversation with someone else in the class.

   After a few weeks of successfully avoiding Kirishima, it seemed he understood that I didn’t want to acknowledge the bond. And so I let my guard down. I began to relax when he was around, I wouldn’t immediately leave the area when he walked in. Hell, I even started having conversations with him. But even with my guard down, I refused to say anything about our bond.

   It wasn’t until we had the summer training camp that someone started to ask me questions about my soulmate bond. We were sitting around one of the tables having just finished making dinner when Mina decided to start asking questions.

   “So Y/n, you’ve never told us about your soul bond.” The pink girl said, not being subtle about where she wanted to take the conversation. “We’ve all talked about ours, so what’s yours? Have you met them yet?” She interrogated me.

   I involuntarily looked at the string on my finger, sure only me and my soulmate could see it but at this moment it felt like it was a flashing sign that all could see. “The red string, and no I haven’t found them yet.” I answered, fully aware of the lie and the pair of red eyes burning into the side of my head.

   There was a course of giggles from the girls around me before Mina spoke again. “Wait, isn't Kirishima’s bond also the red string? Could he be your soulmate?” Of course she would know, they had known each other before they came to U.A. 

   Taking a quick glance at the red head, I shook my head. “No, it’s probably just a coincidence.” I said hoping she would drop the subject. Luckily it seemed she accepted that answer, turning the conversation towards Jiro. Being thankful for not having to lie more I sighed, but I couldn’t brush off the wave of sadness that washed over me.

    Soulmates were brought up once again once we moved into the dorms at U.A. It was a few days before classes and it was now apparently Kaminari’s turn to talk about the class’s bonds. “Is it true that you and Kirishima really have the same bond but aren’t soulmates?” The electric boy asked as we sat in the common area. 

    I have no idea how we got to this topic from what pokemon we think each of our classmates would be, but I knew there was likely no chance of changing the subject. But before I could respond with the same thing I had told Mina, another voice cut me off. “I highly doubt that’s likely. The red string is one of the rarest bonds, so one of you is lying about your bond or you are soulmates and refuse to say it.” Bakugo said, shooting a glare in my direction from where he sat on one of the many couches.

   “Or we really do have the same bond and we aren’t soulmates and this is just a crazy rare instance.” I said, hoping he would drop it. 

   “Yeah right, keep telling yourself that. But the longer you ignore it, the more it’s going to hurt you.” He said with a scoff.

   The way he said that told me all I needed to know, Kirishima had told him that we were soulmates, and that I was ignoring it. “Why would you care, Bakugo? It’s not like you accepted your soulmate right away.” I said, having heard about how long it took for Bakugo to accept that he and Deku were soulmates. “Don’t tell me how to deal with my soulmate problems when it took you years to deal with yours.” Before anyone could say anything else, I stormed out of the room, bumping into Kirishima on the way.

   “What just happened?” I could hear the redhead ask as the doors to the elevator closed behind me.

   Knowing that I would probably have to face the aftermath of my outburst, I sat in my dorm waiting for whoever knocked on the door. And just as I expected while watching the door, the red string slowly pulled tight, indicating my soulmate was closer now. Opening the door, I was greeted by Kirishima giving me a sad smile. “We should probably talk about everything.” He said.

  “You’re probably right, I suppose I can’t avoid this forever.” I motioned for him to enter the room. Sitting on the bed, I watched as he sat at my desk. The room filled with an awkward silence as we thought of what needed to be said. After what felt like hours, I spoke first. “I’m sorry.”

   Hearing the words, Kirishima looked at me stunned. “For what? You haven’t done anything wrong, if anything it’s my fault for telling Bakugo instead of trying to have a conversation with you.” He said, trying to take the blame for himself.

   I shook my head. “I’m not talking about the Bakugo thing, I meant what I said there. I mean I’m sorry you are stuck with me as a soulmate. I’m sorry you have to deal with someone so scared of being hurt, that they would ignore their connection to try and protect themself.” I said, fighting back tears towards the end.

   The silence that followed was heavy as Kirishima processed what I had said. “I do not hold any of that against you. I may not know the details on why you avoided me, but I know you probably had a good reason. You never outright rejected me, instead you just ignored the bond. At some points it hurt that you didn’t acknowledge that I was here, but knowing that you didn’t reject the bond gave me hope that someday you would come around.” He explained. “I’m not asking for you to accept me right now and I’m not expecting for us to rush into anything. I would just ask that you allow me to be there for you and help you through whatever is holding you back.” He finished, moving to sit next to me on my bed.

   Knowing he was being honest with me caused the tears I was holding back to fall. “Thank you, and again I’m sorry I caused you any kind of pain. I can’t promise that I will ever be ready to be  anything more than friends but I’d be okay with getting closer.” I told him, looking in his direction with a sad smile.

   “That’s all I ask.” He responded, placing a hand on my cheek wiping away a tear that fell. “We will go at whatever pace you are comfortable. And if you wish to just be friends for the rest of our lives, who would I be to deny my soulmate’s wishes.” His sad smile shifted to his normal bright and happy one. At that moment I knew that no matter what happened, Kirishima would be there for me. His smile washed away my fears and slowly began to crack the walls I had put up around my heart.

[wh1sp3rr]

Can I req Kirishima being insecure and afraid to show his s/o his dorm room after Hagakure said “If I found out my boyfriend had a room like this, I’d dump him.”

𑊡˚+₊💭✦ — insecure + kiri; one shot

cw: sfw, fluff, innuendo, slight hurt & comfort, established relationship, dialogue driven, gn!reader, insecure!kiri

an: i had so many scenarios for this bc i hated when she said that as well!! but thank you for the req <33

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your shirt is ruffled up, the shadows making its colour darker than what it is, so your boyfriend can rest his head on your stomach as you rake his messy red locks up and down in a languid motion. the click clack from his controller as he plays some video game on your tv screen in your dorm is the only sound that is echoed throughout while you lethargically watch the screen, the colours changing frequently in correspondence to the movement of his controller.

the breeze coming from your open window lets your curtains sway lazily only adding to the benign atmosphere. smooth tangerine light breaking in the simple beige-coloured walls as the time passes to sunset. it is only when you finally speak does the environment acknowledge the two of you’s presence.

“hey, babe?” you speak, breaking the comfortable silence.

“mhm?” he says, still well-focused on his game.

“out of curiosity, why don’t we ever stay in your dorm?” he doesn’t respond, still honed in on the massive collated pixels on-screen, his controller repeating its unbroken sound pattern. you rake through his hair more deeply to encourage a response. “eiji?”

“mmm?” he hums again, this time moving his eyes up to your angled face. “what’d you say, baby?” you look in the direction of the screen, a signal for him to turn off whatever he was playing, he pauses it once he gets the hint and moves up so that he’s sitting in a way where he faces you head on, rather than having your belly be his pillow.

his eyes are sleepy and his face has marks from how long he’s laid on you, hair ruffled like he just had training from your constant sweeps from forehead to crown. “i said,” you enunciate, “how come we never stay in your room?”

he lets his mouth open in realisation– like he’s saying ‘ohhh’ but nothing comes out. “i like your dorm, i love it here.”

“yeah but, why don’t we ever stay in yours is what i’m asking, is there, like, a reason? are you embarrassed or something?” his brows furrow and lips pull in a little, trying to think of a way of not sounding like a little bitch without completely lying. it’s hard. there isn’t really a way he can, so he lets out a breath, reminds himself that it’s you he’s talking to, not anybody else.

“okay, well, um, do you remember when we did that room king thing?” your face contorts as you try to recall what he was talking about. “when we first moved in?”

“oh my god, yeahhh! that was fun.” you touch his chest, “miss that.” your face rests in a warm smile, kiri emulating this expression, happy to know that at least you felt good about the memory.

“okay so, i don’t know if you remember or if like, anybody else heard, but,” you start to toy with his hands, pushing in his fingers and bringing them out again. for some reason, your touch stimulates security, and he begins speaking in a manner of confidence. “hagakure said some shit like–” “if i found out my boyfriend had a room like this i’d dump him,” he cheaply heightens his pitch to mock the girl’s voice.

you bring his hands closer to you to wrap them around your waist which he complies with, him rubbing up and down as a self-soothing device. “what? she said that when she saw your room?” you ask to clarify.

“yeah.” he nods.

you breathe in deeply taking in his musky scent of chanel cologne, and push his bangs atop the rest of his hair. the walls were now duller in orange rather than the frisky tangerine they were before. you soften your features, your voice does too when you sound, “oh baby,” kissing each of his eyes, them shutting slowly and looking down as you do so, “who d’ya think i voted for when we saw everyone’s room?” his eyes grow with his brows slightly furrowed in disbelief, yet he’s still smart enough to ask,

“me?”

you giggle coyly, “clever boy.”

“why though?” he says through his insecurity.

“mmm,” you say, “i’d remember if i could see again.” you glee cheekily.

he lets out a breathy laugh, all boyish and meek. “seriously babe.”

“ugh,” you smile, bringing his hands further up your back. “cuz i liked it, eiji.” you rub your nose against his and let your chests touch. “i liked the tapestry and that you had books and stuff, not too many to be pretentious but not any at all so you’d come across ignorant,” he lets you continue, shocked that you even have more to say, “and you had that painting..the great wave.”

“yeah,” he shyly smiles, “the great wave off kanagawa.”

“clever! boy!” you renunciate, playfully smacking his chest with each word.

“everyone knows what it’s called,” he says softly, insecure like before.

“no they don’t, baby.”

silence passes and you look down, anticipating another thing to say, deciding whether you should say it or not. you change your position and bring yourself closer to kiri’s ear, softly whispering with full sultriness, “and your punching bag. shit like that turns me on so much.” you kiss his cheek intimately. his face is furious with bashfullness.

“why?” he entertains.

“mmm,” you hum, pawing at the hair by his nape, “i like seeing a man in action, why do you think i always wanna do stuff after you’re done training?” you bring your face to him and he stares into you deeply. “you smell so good, and your hair is always so messy, when you put it up with that bandana,” you intentionally moan, “so hot.”

kirishima shamelessly looks down at your lips and then back up to your eyes, again and again. you notice this and encourage his intentions, “you can kiss me if you want.” he looks up into your eyes, pauses, and speaks with the utmost ferverency: “let’s go to my room.” he doesn’t even let you speak, picking you up bridal style with you only giggling as a response.

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

*t-poses into inbox* TIS I! 🎨 ANON!

We don’t talk about how I had to spend 5 minutes making sure this complies to your rules because I have a lot of mental disorders so I had to make sure this doesn’t cater to them lmaoooo

My hyperfixation is Tokyo Ghoul despite it being literal YEARS but whatever (I’m watching it again currently)

Ayato Kirishima with a male!S/O who has a hard time controlling his kagune (i.e when he’s scared he accidentally activates his kagune, when he’s angry it’s there. You can essentially think of it as emotion based) so he has a hard time hunting for food and doesn’t like to go out in public because of that

If you need more I gotchu but do your other requests before mine I know I get priority but nah I can wait

Kirishima Ayato - With Ghoul Male Reader Who Can't Control His Kagune

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Hello 🎨pallette anon, I'm finally going to write your request after however long after you sent it to me. Sorry about that. By the way, college classes have been a major reason why my posting schedule has been all over the place, I swear I meant to get to this sooner. Anywho, I hope this is to your liking, and once again sorry for the delay. —Benny🐰

Warnings -> Mentioned Death, Mentioned Cannibalism, Mentioned Murder, Alluded Past Trauma, Ayato Being a Sweety

                                                                                                   

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🐇 While he definitely wouldn't say it out loud, Ayato is incredibly concerned about you almost every hour of the day, though when he has important matters to attend to that worry is pushed to the background but is certainly still there. He's worried that you'll end up getting caught and killed or, worse, taken and experimented on by the CCG, so he's the slightest bit thankful that you stay inside more often than not. Ayato does make sure to drop by your place often to see if you're still there, and if you go out, he makes you tell him what you're leaving for and the exact time you left through the front door; he's not fucking around when it comes to your safety.

🐇  Usually, Ayato hunts for the both of you; he wants you to be able to go and get food on your own eventually, but until he's able to help you keep your emotions in check a bit better, he won't allow it. He may or may not enjoy being relied on by his cute boyfriend, but you didn't hear that from me. When he brings home a meal, he'll snack on it on the way to your place, but don't worry, he always makes sure to leave your favorite parts alone; Ayato just adores when you give him that happy grin while your cheeks are stuffed with the flesh of his latest game.

🐇  Often if you begin to have a panic attack or have strong emotions and your kagune begins to show itself, Ayato will 'reluctantly' grab onto your hand and give it a comforting squeeze. Although that squeeze tends to be a bit too tight most of the time and leaves you with an aching hand afterward, don't tell him that; he'll beat himself up for accidentally hurting you and won't touch you again for quite a while after that. If you're both at home, Ayato will drag you into bed and pull you against his chest, his hand rubbing your lower back under your emerged kagune to coax you into slumber.

🐇 When you both go out, be it for house essentials, food, or new clothes to replace the ones permanently stained with blood, Ayato always stands behind you and watches for potential threats or things that may stress you out. Suppose he sees that something is beginning to upset you, he'll grab you by the arm and physically turn you away from it, distracting you with an interesting object that's being displayed in a shop window or quietly telling you a piece of information about himself that you didn't know. Ayato is a pretty closed-off person even to those he's closest to, so he uses these hidden nuggets of information to his advantage whenever he's taking care of you.

🐇  Ayato is a very busy person, so he can't be with you as often as he'd like to be; to solve this problem, he's taken to leaving you little gifts around your place. A cute rabbit phone charm that he asked Uta to help him paint to look like his old mask, a few of his hoodies, random stuffed animals that he found on the side of the road, a couple of severed fingers for you to snack on in a take-out box, anything he thinks will make you feel better, to be honest. One time, Ayato even went out and bought you one of those cute squeaky stress balls whose eyes pop out when you squeeze them; it was a rabbit, of course.

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[thehusbandoden]

I love imagining that Kirishima would be even more excited to be a dad than to be a Pro Hero. But I also think he'd try to keep those parts of his life separated, to keep his kid(s) safe. You just KNOW the first time his child(ren) get caught up in some danger he'd go feral on some Villains.

A/n: I loved this idea and went a little overboard lol. I kinda want to write a drabble but I'm not too sure, but for now here are some headcannons!

Kirishima as a Dad Headcannons

General info:

Genre: slice of life (?) \\ wc: 1,625 \\ female reader

Warnings!: kidnapping, violence, Kiri losing it, kids being taken away/kidnapped, ummmm pls let me know if I miss any! <33 Anon, if any of these are triggering for you please reach out to me and I'll fix it!

Oh my goodness yes.

When you told him that you were pregnant he cried- happy tears of course. Manly happy tears.

He was so excited, and was instantly asking for paternal leave

Which was denied- but anyway

He loves to take care of you.

Foot massages, belly rubs, kisses wherever whenever, cuddles, weird cravings, manual labor, anything, you name it and it's yours.

Honestly you got a little spoiled lol

Though he's so excited for his gorgeous baby that will have the perfect mix of genes, he tires to drown out his thoughts of you and the angel you're growing in your womb.

He has work to do, and if he doesn't do his work you and baby will have a higher risk of harm befalling you.

He slowly masters the art of not thinking about his reason for existence, and solely focusing on work.

He already hides you pretty well from his fans, simply telling them that he was in a very happy, and very serious long term relationship.

The majority of his fans were super understanding about it all and were just glad he was happy, but the fake ones would still hit on him, try and guilt him into sharing more details, or even try stalking him to get a glimpse of Mrs. Perfect.

He didn't tell the public that you were expecting until he left on Paternity leave, and he didn't share anymore details outside of that.

The real and fake fans were clear to see by their reactions.

Once baby is born he's literally already so in love.

If you had a problematic delivery he'd be more worried about you, of course; but as soon as he knows you're okay he is immediately putting eighty percent of his attention on baby boy, and keeping the other twenty on you.

Crying manly tears as he watches you hold him, standing next to you as you feed him for the first time.

Once you two have had enough skin to skin time and you decide to rest, he takes your beautiful baby boy in awe before kissing your forehead lovingly.

"Thank you so much Pebble. He is just as perfect as you."

After making sure you're situated he sits on the chair closest to your bed, and simply watches sweet baby boy.

When he falls asleep he holds him to his bare chest, talking to him softly.

He doesn't dare rest until you're awake. He's read too many horror stories of the horrors of villains harming a pro hero's baby, or even having the baby purposely or accidentally swapped with another.

Once you do wake up, he's quick to reward you with a sweet kiss and your baby boy in your arms.

For the next while in the hospital you two take turns with baby boy, you mostly holding him while you're awake, and Kiri holding him while you rest.

Even though you tried to convince him to get some sleep, he wouldn't listen. He literally could not rest until the two of you were safely tucked into your home. There were too many dangers for you and baby, and he refused to make you wait on him.

Once he gets back to going to work he is absolutely miserable. He hates being away from his babies, and the worry kills him every time.

Luckily, nothing happened to you or baby, well at least for a few years.

Baby boy was seven, and you both had a daughter who just turned four.

Kiri was at work, and you were making dinner.

Your son had asked you if he could take his sister outside to play in the backyard; not seeing anything wrong with it, you agreed.

You even had a window above the sink looking over where they were playing, it was supposed to be safe.

A new organization of villains targeted your family due to Kiri stopping a robbery that would help them immensely.

Using their leader's quirk, they were able to find out a bunch of information about you and your precious babies.

All he needed was two men.

One to take you, and one to grab your kids.

Though you put up quite the fight, you stopped as they started to target your stomach.

There was something they didn't know; that you would make sure to keep hidden.

They ended up with you and your kids handcuffed in a dark room.

You were absolutely terrified of what was going to happen to your babies, but you put on a brave face, comforting your children with a smile.

They would cry and shuffle as close to you as possible, asking you where daddy was and asking if he wasn't coming for them.

"No no, darling. Your daddy is coming, he'll save us very soon!"

And that he did.

Like always, he came home to eat dinner with his gorgeous family.

Walking in, he let out a loud:

"Daddy's home! Kisses and hugs are in order~!"

He expected to hear giggles and the pattering of small footsteps sprinting towards him, a far more familiar set following close behind.

But, to his disappointment; the house was silent.

Walking toward he kitchen, he frowns at the mess by the island. Spilled food and cooking utensils scattered the floor.

"Y/n baby? What happened in the kitchen?!"

Walking outside, he panicked at the sight of a fallen off shoe and jacket.

Those were both signs of struggling..

Sprinting inside, Kiri yelled for you to come out as he scoured the mansion for another sight of his gorgeous family.

The lights were on- if you left you would have turn them off.

Calling your phone, his heart dropped at the sight of it's cracked screen lying on the floor of the kitchen, his contact name "Hubby 🥰😏" lighting up the screen.

Taking a second to collect his thoughts, rage filled his being as he studied the picture of him being hugged and kissed by his babies, huge smiles planted on their faces.

Hanging up the call, he quickly went to Bakugo's contact, calling the tsundere uncle.

"Ha? What do you need n-"

"They're gone."

"What?"

"Somebody decided to try and take my world from me. They're gone- and we need to find them."

The seriousness in Kiri's tone made the man shiver. Somebody was dead- so dead.

"I'll call the idiots. You get Rikona on the line."

Rikona was a fellow hero in the Bakusquad agency. Her quirk was related to her immense intelligence, and she was the one to call if you needed to get any kind of information quickly. She could easily find Kiri's family in mere minutes.

After calling her, Kiri followed her instructions, which eventually got him to a run down ware house.

After thanking the hero and sending his location in the Bakusquad groupchat, Kiri put his phone on silent and made his way inside.

He silently took down every villain he came across.

After a short while he found his way to a large room, where several men were.

Studying the scene closely, Kiri could only see red as he spotted you tied to a chair, cheek visibly reddened.

Your kids were on chairs near you, tears streaming down their cheeks as they watched the men hovering around them.

Moving to contact the Bakusquad, Kiri snapped at the sound of a slap.

Jerking his head towards the sound, uncontrollable anger pulsed through Eijiro as he lunged towards the villains, knocking down every single one that dared try and stop him.

Getting to the scum that dared touch you, Kiri hardened his arm before elbowing the villain in the face.

Hard.

Now that the path was cleared, Kiri wasted no time untying you and your angels, hugging the three of you comfortingly.

"Shhh it's okay. I've got you now, I've got you."

He stayed right next to you, glaring at any villain who dared take a step closer.

He was cornered. And there was no way he was going to leave your side- it would be too easy for someone to take you away again.

As a villain approached, Kiri hardened his arm a little more, sending out a warning.

Anyone stupid enough to get close enough to reach any of you received a harder-than-rock elbow to the face.

Just as five villains approached, Bakugo and the Bakusquad burst in, immediately setting to work to help.

Bakugo and Mina immediately started attacking the villains, while Denki and Jiro started tying up the knocked down villains.

Using his tape, Sero brought you and your kids to him and out of harm's way, much to Kiri's relief.

Now free to go all out, Kiri absolutely annihilated any for he could reach, not holding anything back, he pounded the villains into the ground, only stopping to attack the next one.

After all of the villains were defeated Kiri moved to the leader- the one that hurt his Pebble.

Bashing his elbow into the dude's face, Bakugo literally had to pry him off of the passed out villain to stop him from beating him to death.

After snapping out of it Kiri instantly hurried to the separate room Sero took you and his angels to.

Throwing open the door, he hugged the living daylight out of all three of you, apologizing and cooing words of comfort and reassurance.

After taking you three home Kiri spoiled the kids, playing any game they wanted.

And after reading them to sleep, he turned to you. Engulfing you in an embrace as you finally let yourself cry.

Kiri took the next three weeks off, finding ways to keep you all safer.

The first thing, would have to be a guard dog. A giant, beautiful German Shepherd.. yeah that sounded nice.

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[bicheetopuff]

Kr////bk and Iz////och have the "i was nice to you so i must be in love with you and we must be meant to be" syndrome.

Oh, in fanon definitely. Especially kr/bk. Like, Izuocha is at least set up in a way that makes people think that they’ll happen so it makes sense for them to be widely shipped, but kr/bk really feels like the “I’m gonna ship these two boys cuz they stood next to each other for a minute” ship. Which I honestly can’t even judge cuz I used to ship the hell out of kirideku and kirikami lmao.

BUT kr/bk has that “I’m the only one who can tame him” dynamic in fanon that I absolutely loathe from any ship involving Katsuki. It feels like he’s being treated like a rabid animal who needs training and it just feels really dismissive towards his character and dehumanizes the shit out of him. Either that or the dynamic is kiri being dumbed down so Katsuki has to coddle him which is weird to Kirishima’s character as well. Like, it feels like their dynamic has to be changed too much in order to make it interesting romantically and it just feels off to me. I prefer their friendship way more.

I like Katsuki’s character too much to just narrow down his character development to him being tamed by someone. One of the main aspects about bkdk that I love, is that Deku never had to ask Katsuki to change nor did he ever want to change him. All he did was tell Katsuki how he admired him despite his flaws because “his strengths were just as impressive” and Katsuki decided for himself that he needed to actually acknowledge his weaknesses and change. He didn’t need anyone to walk him through it. He wanted to be the hero that Deku already saw him as because he realized that that wasn’t who he was being. In other words, the only person who was able to tame Katsuki… was Katsuki. And I can’t see that happening in any other way without it reminding me of him getting muzzled and silenced at the sports festival.

I like kr/bk in theory. Like, if I ignore the inevitable fanon mischaracterization of mlm ships, I feel like they have the potential to be cute together post canon… if Izuku was dead or something. Like I said in another post, I just genuinely can’t see Katsuki with anyone but Izuku. But that’s just a personal preference of mine, otherwise, I can see the appeal.

No hate towards kr/bk shippers btw, this is just how I feel about the ship in general!!

[doumadono]

Sinful Sunday: Can I ask for Kirishima being all needy while continuing to be denied for his release ◉⁠‿⁠◉

SINFUL SUNDAY

It wasn't the first disappointed sigh of the evening, and you had your doubts if it would be the last. When your hips had come to a still, Eijiro's hands firmly gripped your waist as another desperate plea escaped his lips. You could sense his arousal, his throbbing cock within you, and it genuinely surprised you how well he was holding back.

"Look at you, being so obedient," you cooed with a smile, your voice hushed but laced with playful teasing. Kirishima wasn't typically known for his restraint, especially when you were riding him as you were right now. His abs tensed, and he anxiously nibbled on his lower lip as he struggled to hold back any sounds of longing, his eyes watering as he looked up, meeting your gaze. "Don't worry," you purred, beginning to sway your hips ever so slightly, back and forth, back and forth. You'd given him enough time to regain his composure, knowing he wouldn't cum immediately, but you intended to gradually build up his pleasure again. "I'll let you cum soon enough, if you're a good, obedient boy. Just allow me to savor this moment a little while longer."

[k-atsukibakugou]

merc my absolute beloved !!! this is such a cute event, and the menu is to die for!

i’m sauntering up to your bar and resting my forearms on the bartop and giving you the flirtiest look (hoping to distract you from the fact that i’m already way too drunk) <3 i love a margarita on the rocks, specifically a jalapeño margarita. as for the character, i have to go with my baby boy kirishima.

MUAH LOVE YOU

HI DUSA I LOVE U TOO IM SORRY THIS TOOK ME FOREVER N ALSO I JUST RAMBLE A LOT I HOPE U LIKE IT birthday bash intro + rules + menu | event masterlist

"and this is the shortcut for that couple over in that booth, they come in every saturday," the red head speaks quickly, but clearly to the new waitress, deep garnet eyes flicking back and forth between the computer and the bar. his hair was already sticking up in dishevelled spikes, his hands buried between locks of hair far too often for this to be a good shift; a busy event, an understaffed bar and training the newest waitress was probably the worst way to spend his saturday night, and yet, he still offered a soothing smile down to mina.

she was picking up the work swiftly (thankfully), already confident in most aspects of the job on only her second shift. glancing back up again, there's a couple at table 14 , and you're reading the menu at another. the couple is still perusing the menu, smiling with one another, giggling between each other. they looked kind enough to test mina out on.

"think you'll be alright to serve table 11 on your own?" his grin is sincere, toothy, her own face bright looking back up at him when she nods with a matching smile, confidently walking from behind the bar to the table. you're still focused on the menu, your eyebrows drawing down as you pore over the menu, your eyes a little glazed over in the dim bar, sluggishly reading over the small font.

mina introduces herself easily to you, bright smiles shared all around, even one tugging on his lips studying you both, a sense of pride swelling in his chest for his newest coworker. eijiro only manages to tear his gaze away with a sharp shout from one of the servers, desperate for an espresso martini for table 3 (glancing at kaminari's tray he counts three other drinks, and four customers seated in the booth, the nervous tap of his foot making more and more sense), dark garnet eyes drawn to you — and mina, only checking up, making sure she wasn't overwhelmed — again and again as he shook the cocktail mindlessly.

she returns swiftly, only one item jotted down on her notepad, your jalapeno margarita on the rocks. mina settles in easily, falling into routine with every server (the only hiccup so far was eijiro nearly elbowing her as he shook your cocktail). making friends easily, mina slides jirou a roll of silverware, not even a change in her heartbeat when ochako begs her to greet her table while she ran to the back of house, mina offering a soothing squeeze of ochako's shoulders as she flipped her notepad to a new page, assured when she slipped from behind the bar once more.

pouring your drink into a decorative glass (the kind that went missing too often on saturday nights, especially event nights), he decided to leave mina to ochako's table; you were an easy customer, the cocktail the only thing you ordered, he's certain he can leave the bar without a hitch and be back behind it before any of his servers places another order.

"just the jalapeno margarita?" there's a teeny flash of shock on your features hearing such a low timbre, your eyes falling to his chest before you register the height difference between him and the pink-haired girl that just served you, expecting mina with her light, airy voice and an easy cheerful demeanour.

your eyes widen (i mean, they have to in order to take all of him in, you aren't sure if you can even fathom the breadth of his shoulders in your tipsy state) staring up at him, looking him up and down like a deer in headlights until you settle on beaming up at his infectious, toothy smile.

you nod, not entirely trusting yourself to not respond with just drunken rambling about his impressive size; you think if your lips part, 'big' and 'woah' will just tumble from between them, sliding your glass of water aside to make room for the cocktail wordlessly, barely whispering a 'thank you' when it was placed in front of you.

"so, can i get any food started for you?" eijiro hadn't served in years like this, he felt stiff, awkward being out from behind the bar, so accustomed to being behind it, safe, in his domain. he doesn't even think he can list what's on the menu these days. the red head hastily scans the menu, offering the first item he reads, "our, um, most popular dish is the, uh—"

oh fuck.

this is exactly why he doesn't come out from behind the bar.

time feels slow, fuck it feels like it's stopped, the stupidly ornate glass sliding from in front of you to on top of you in half-speed, your features morphing from a polite smile to shock at the ice cold cocktail landing in your lap, rapidly soaking through the fabric to your skin.

your face remains frozen, your mouth parted in shock as eijiro's transforms into abject horror, reaching inside his pocket for a towel faster than you can process, nearly throwing the square of fabric into your lap with his frantic movements, attempting to pat you dry.

amidst rushed apologies, he rubs the towel in your lap, his finger pressing the towel between your thighs without a second thought, focusing on where the liquid seeped into your clothes the most. his movements only freeze when your eyelids flutter and you jump in the seat, your thighs slipping a millimetre apart, feet planted to let your hips jolt with a sweet sigh he had to strain to hear.

"oh shit, did i hurt you?"

your breathy laugh makes his shoulders relax, slumping slightly even as he stays with his hand at the junction of your thighs, "far from hurting me."

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Kirishima (Yakuza's Guide to Babysitting) with an s/o who's a perfumer? A woman as sweet and lovely as the scents she makes, her beauty is as revered throughout Japan as her skills in creating perfume.

Kirishima doesn’t really get perfumes. Why pay all that money to smell like you just rolled in a bag of fresh laundry, or douse people in your smell wherever you go?

He most likely met s/o through connections with the family, as they work with all sorts of high-end clients; both legitimate and not-so-legitimate.

They probably met when Kirishima had to pick up a gift from the boss to his wife, and they got to talking (mostly him being insensitive to her profession).

Once she explained that each perfume she made was actually a custom scent, tailor made to a person’s body chemistry and personality, he gets a little more interested.

Science was the only class he was decent in at school, so mixing things does pique his interest.

He develops an interest in what she designs, but still hates other perfumes. But now more from a snobbish perspective of commercial ones being so chemically and basic.

They get into some arguments about his smoking as cigarettes can damage the product and she doesn’t want it anywhere near the store or her workstations. He has to change and shower before he comes over which he begrudgingly does.

Though he thinks most of this is sort of a scent kabuki act, there is one perfume of hers that he does like wholeheartedly, and it’s a light, breezy, floral scent she designed as part of a spring flowers collection.

It reminds him of the flowers his mother used to keep in the house. So every time he smells it he thinks of her.

He doesn’t like her to wear it, since he doesn’t want to think of his mom and his s/o at the same time, but he likes it.

He prefers her to wear more ‘rich’ scents like sandalwood, amber, or maybe bergamot.

Kirishima does sniff his pillows & sheets after a night over. He won’t change the sheets for a couple days to keep the scent there.

[thebest-medicine]

okok long headcanon time cause i’ve been getting back into mha but i don’t feel like writing a whole fic, so instead im throwing this at u LMAO:

kirishima is the touchy-feeliest friend in the bakusquad, at all times he’s either hugging on or cuddling up to one of his friends. he loves doing this with bakugou especially, just cause kiri loves to tease. bakugou used to complain very loudly about this, always pushing kiri away with the threat of explosion. but kirishima kept coming back, even laughing when bakugou would push and complain. eventually bakugou got worn down, letting kirishima squeeze and hug him all he wanted (he’d still complain and call kiri annoying, but he quit trying to stop him cause he knew it’d only make kiri wanna do it more).

well kirishima is also very fidgety. when he cuddles up, he also has a tendency to keep moving his hands. toying with the fabric of their shirt, patting a beat against their stomach and sides, whatever he can do to keep his hands busy. one day on the couch, when he’s got his arms wrapped around bakugou’s waist at his side, denki mentions something that gets kiri excited. kirishima’s hands are resting on bakugou’s sides, and in his excitement he starts unconsciously squeezing and pinching while he talks.

bakugou jolts. his elbows shoot down to his sides, his knees jumping up in an attempt to curl his body. kirishima stills, and bakugou is uncharacteristically silent.

“don’t.”

kirishima smiles, “oh, no way—“ and ofc, immediately starts tickling up and down bakugous sides and ribs. he goes down easy, apparently way more ticklish than anyone thought he’d be. kiri pushes his back to the couch with ease, tickling and teasing him the whole way.

bakugous all embarrassed by the end of it, pushing at kirishima’s face and ofc threatening to blow him up if he tries pulling a stunt like that again.

and yet, when kirishima goes in for another hug the next day, bakugou doesn’t push him off. ofc kiri does tickle him again (how could he not, it was so fun yesterday), and afterward bakugou does shoot even more empty threats his way. the same thing happens the next time kiri hugs him. and the next. and the next.

and bakugou just keeps letting it happen. and kiri refuses to question him on it bc he knows bakugou too well. he’ll get defensive and never let kirishima try it again. it’s like a little silent game they always play. bakugou tenses every time kiri comes in for a hug, but just barely gives an eye roll while he waits in anticipation for him to strike.

anyways that’s all i’ve got but these two have been on my brain for weeks so here u go LMAO

I love this I love this I love this I love this. thank for sharing so much!!!!!AHHHHH!!!!

besties, I love them — poor ticklish explosion murder god, I love when he’s softboy. feel like it would be impossible for any of his friends / peers to find out he’s ticklish without feeling immediate giddy excitement (maybe I’m projecting) but like ANGRY BOY GIGGLE????? Omg??????

thanks again so much for sharing!!! I need to do more bnha fics asap

[epickiya722]

Do you remember when ppl were debating who in bkdk was Barbie and Ken

Well everyone was wrong bc the real Barbie and Ken were Kirimina all along

YOU ARE SO RIGHT!!!

I don't care what anyone says, everyone, agree with Anon!!

I see the vision!!!

YOU CANNOT TELL THAT KIRIMINA DOESN'T FIT KEN AND BARBIE!!

MINA IS EVEN PINK!! EIJIROU IS LITERALLY KEN!! COME ON NOW!!

[theloveinc]

you wake up to kiri’s face in ur legs and he’s literally whimpering & on the verge of tears cause he needs to eat u out :(

It’s kind of stupid to be surprised tho, because almost every morning you catch him huffing the crotch of your nighttime shorts like an absolute pervert…

So ofc he finally reaches his limit one day, and the only thing concerning is really just how he was able to get down there between the sheets without waking you up sooner.

But who doesn’t want a little morning treat from such a giving man? Esp when he doesn’t even need you to shower before he’s opening your legs up and putting his tongue between your folds. I can bet that your coworkers definitely notice a change in your mood when you come in later that morning😉😉