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PRESENTING ─────pro hero

Red Riot ────烈怒頼雄斗

The name Red Riot pays homage to another pro hero, Crimson Riot.

“As long as you have a manly spirit, it doesn't matter what kind of Quirk you have.”

Kirishima Eijirō is a muscular young man who is very honest and kind-hearted. A man far too good for this world...

“I never wanna regret anything ever again.ᐟ”

© haebi-nd, haebi nice day

i think i'd actually kill to see this man in a manbun

Dating Eijiro Kirishima <3

Dating Kirishima Eijiro <3

Ties That Bind - Viking! Kirishima

A/N: I have sat and worked on this concept, handed off to me by @riotfuckery​ for far too damn long now. How could anyone not love the idea of twisting the Fantasy AU to give us a beefy Viking Kirishima, as if its not a match made in heaven! I’m so happy and proud of this semi-monstrosity of a fic and I hope you love the idea as much as we did! <3

I was so psyched about this concept that I had to commission some art from the wonderful and talented @kirisbabe​ !

Word Count: 8k

Warnings! : 18+ content: smut; body worship, oral sex (receiving), size kink, gentle to rough sex, virginity loss, breeding kink. Also includes mentions of blood. (Its vikings, darlings, c’mon now! :P)

This was going to be like every other raid that Kirishima had led, they never differed much in his years; every Spring he would gather his men, clamber into their long ships and sail off in search of lands ripe with treasure and new wonders. A good scuffle along the way never hurt either, though Kirishima was less blood-thirsty and more reasonable then most of the Jarlar in surrounding areas. The English men they had run into upon landing on the beach, however, seemed determined to make Kirishima use his full force—attacking them as soon as their boots hit the sand.

Yet, being the first raid of the year, a dangerous gleam shined in those crimson eyes and his sharp teeth were bared in a haughty grin as the fight began. His men had fought the English before, knew the way around that silly plate armor they were so fond of and in the end, Kirishima stood victorious above the least injured soldier. Pointing his axe down at the whimpering man’s face, his grin reappeared before he casually leaned the bloodied weapon to his broad shoulder and let out a hearty chuckle.

“You are going to lead us back to your city, lucky one, and show us its treasures.” Kirishima explained in a light but firm tone and the injured man eagerly nodded, taking the hand the towering redhead offered him to scramble to his feet. “Well? Lead on!”

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Feral - an Eijirou Kirishima collab drabble

A/N: It has been decided by @koi-has-joy​ that I have become to soft and display un-brat-like and uWu behavior. The following was sent to me, by her, to ‘awaken the feral brat’ in me. So the unofficial title to this piece is: “Koi’s Make Allie Feral by Overloading and Exposing Half Her Kinks Challenge.”

All I gotta say is…game on, babe.

Warnings: smut; revenge fucking, dubcon, coercion, crying kink, size kink, voyeurism/exhibitionism, slight degradation, wall fucking, biting kink, (slight blood play), clothes ripping, oral sex (receiving), spitting, rough sex, breeding kink.

Inspo: “Flesh” by Simon Curtis (literally on repeat)

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Ensnared - Eijirou Kirishima

A/N: Hello loves and welcome to my new little concept I’ve been silently hoarding for a few weeks now. 😈 The idea came to me while watching Criminal Minds, particularly Season 2, Episode 2. So even if you haven’t seen it, I think you can already see where this one is going and if you’re not into darker content, this one won’t be for you. I intended for this to be one fic, but as I got to working on it, I decided to split it. This part is the lead in, a little lewd but mostly scene setting and the real good shit will be in the other half. Hope you darlings enjoy! 🖤

Warnings: 18+ Content, Minors DNI. {Camshow AU!} (Implied/mentions of smut [masturbation, noncon elements, mentions of toys etc], angst, mentions/descriptions of violence and torture, slight mind break, implied yandere tendencies, heavy plot.)

Word Count: 4.7k

Bi-weekly assignment meetings were pretty par for the course as long as Kirishima had been a Pro-Hero. When he first started at the agency and began attending them, he would still be shocked at some of the darker cases that got handed out. Sometimes he even passed them onto other heroes because he just couldn’t fathom how villains, as nasty as they were, could go to these lengths, let alone the civilians that graced the files. Maybe he got a little desensitized over the last few years, it was getting easier to deal with those kind of cases and he had begun to wonder if it was really changing him.

There were nights after closing cases like that where he would hit up Bakugou to go out for a much needed drink and try to talk to him about it. The first couple of times, the blonde had grunted out the answer Kirishima fully expected to hear: ‘it’s our job, Ei, they’re fucked up and we’re not, that’s the difference.’ But on one occasion, having asked further into their rounds of beers and shots, he got a much more real answer out of the blonde and he wasn’t quite sure how it made him feel.

“Doesn’t it bother you though, Katsu?” 

“Course it does, the fuck you think I am? Some heartless prick, hah?” Bakugou grunted back at him, rolling his eyes as he tipped back his shot and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand with a sigh. “Ya havin’ nightmares, that it dumbass?”

“What?” Kirishima blurted, studying his best friend who didn’t move his gaze from the empty shot glass he was toying with as he leaned over the bar more.

“Are ya?” He demanded and caught the small nod out of his peripherals, nodding in response as he went quiet for a moment longer. “Good. Your chest still ache when that file lands on your desk? It still make you sick to your stomach, seein’ that shit? Makes you human, Ei, we all feel that way…fuck how can we not? The shit we see? Tch.”

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I’m about halfway through season six of mha and I did not expect my hero FUCKING academia to make me sad like this what the actual fuck. Eijiro sobbing like that will be burned into my skull for the rest of my life

Can't believe I've been on tumblr for a whole year! I owe it to my bois and Yuzuya. Without the art submissions he and the team let fans do for the KRBK wedding series finale, I wouldn't have started this blog. I'm so thankful and appreciate every bit of activity my blog gets. I hope to do more art as the year continues but for now have chibi Eijiro, Katsuki, and Tatsuo (my oc)

New My Hero Academia AU because I can!

The Artistic AU

*quirks are still existing, heros and villains too, but the main characters are no more a part of it (or at least not 100%). In this AU they all have artistic careers. Also they're all aged up, only Mustard and Eri still kids.

*Yuei is not an hero's school but a school who proposes differents cursus and artistic formations.

So news class 1-A's careers!

-Kyoka, Denki, Momo, Katsuki and Fumikage have a rock band named Goma (with the kanji 五 who means 5 and the kanji 魔 who means demons). Kyoka is the main singer, Denki and Fumikage are guitarists, Momo is the pianist and Katsuki is the drummer and a part-time hero.

-Koji is a video maker on SomeCube, he makes JSL songs.

-Minoru is a photographer.

-Toru and Yuga are models in the same agency. Toru is more a make-up model and Yuga a fashion model.

-Eijiro and Mashirao are stuntmen for the cinema. Eijiro is also a part-time hero.

-Tsuyu is a video games designer. She also has a SomeCube's channel where she makes video-game let's play and criticisms.

-Hanta is a rhythmic gymnast, his main discipline his the ribbon. Sometimes he also does acrobatics performances.

-Rikido is a gastronomic chef.

-Mina and Mezo are dancers. Mezo is more into hip hop and Mina is a break dancer.

-Ochaco is in artistic make-up. She works a lot for cinema and fashion events.

-Shoto is a mime artist most of the time but sometimes he does anonymous covers for Koji or Kyoka songs.

-Izuku is an author, his main books are thriller and detective novels. He is too a part-time hero.

-Tenya is a spokesperson for his brother hero's agency.

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-Hitoshi is a ghostwriter. But he also do poetry.

Go on, be wild!

I present you my MHA x She-ra (2018) AU.

(Here there are only the ones with an elementary runestone)

Tsuyu is the Queen of Salineas, she is 21 (in season 1) and has frog and water powers. She also know how to kick ass with a trident.

Ochaco is the Princess of Bright Moon, she is 16 and has the power to control the gravity of what she touchs. She is also a good fighter.

Hitoshi is the King of Sonaria (ok I invented this one because I didn't really like Plumeria, sorry not sorry). He is 21, he cans control people by his voice but he only cans give one order before letting go the person, he fights with his father's scepter which is a tool for guide his voice and not control his allies.

Shoto is the King of the Kingdom of Snows, he is 12. He became king at 8 after the destruction of the Mount Candila and the Spirit Ember, provoking the death of his family. He has ice powers and when he was connected to the Spirit Ember he also had fire powers.

Touya is the Prince of the Mount Candila. He is dead at 18 during the destruction of the kingdom. He has fire powers.

Eijirou is technically the Prince of the Fright Zone but the place is under the Horde's control. No powers detected be due to an absence of connection with the Black Garnet.

Izuku is connected to the Sword of Protection, giving him the power of One For All also called Prince of Power. The sword gives him different capacities like a super force, energy blasts or a control on most of the First Ones' technologies.

My Hero Academia - Eijirou Kirishima

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Kirishima with his hair down is so cute 💕💜

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If you were wondering I use Polish and Pics art for my edits ❤

The manliest man ✨

- you catch kirishima watching p-rn and ask to watch with him. can you guess what happens next? 🤭

note: this could also go for kaminari too UGHH

cw: (COLLEGE AU!) virgin!kirishima, virgin!reader, piv (female genitalia!), oral (f receiving) i think that’s all!! if i missed anything lmk!

you didn’t mean to ease drop. you were on your way to his dorm when you heard strange noises coming from inside, halting your fist just before your knuckles hit the door to press your ear against the wood with wide eyes. you couldn’t believe your ears, your bestfriend was watching porn.

you opened the door and kirishima couldn’t be more quick to practically slam his laptop shut, wide eyed with parted lips as he stared back at you. “were you just watching porn?” you question even though you already know and he shakes his head frantically to which you laugh and point a finger at him. “you totally were!”

his face is beat red at this point, bending his elbow and hiding his face behind his forearm and bicep, rambling on about how embarrassed he was. :(((( he’s so cute.

“can i watch too?”

he’s baffled that you would even ask such a thing, slowly lowering his arm to give you a questionable look, eyes slightly narrowed. he almost thought he was hearing things at first. “uhmm… sure…”

so you sit beside him on his bed, both criss crossing your legs causing your knees to touch and he presses play sheepishly. you guys sit in silence for a few awkward seconds, watching the grossly over exaggerated performance but you eventually start cracking jokes which causes him to laugh.

the both of you end up talking about the general idea of sex and it comes out that you’re both virgins. eijirou purses his lips as he glances back down at the laptop for a moment and suddenly without thinking, asks you if you wanted to try it out with him. although when he realizes what he said he’s back to being all embarrassed, trying so hard to defend himself.

“i mean… maybe we could figure it out together… UH-i mean like if yknow you ever wanted to- or-.. just forget i said anything.” he’s such a stuttering mess it’s adorable!!

you giggle and happily agree to his offer and he’s stunned. if any more surprises hit him tonight, he’s afraid he’ll have a heart attack.

you two end up trying what you saw in the video you watched - you started with innocent kisses; soft and sweet with both your guys’ hands cupping each others face as you both giggle into the kiss. and than the kissing progressed, a full on make out sesh that grew more intense. you end up in his lap and he’s grabbing onto anything he can touch. your shoulders, your waist, your thighs. and every time his short nails graze against your skin your humming with approval and he’s sooo dizzy.

he’s getting desperate and needy and you’re not far behind him, his hands guiding your hips against his painful hard-on, the room filled with breathy moans and gasps and all sorts of other desperate noises youre both probably embarrassed of.

you’re getting impatient, gripping his soft red hair to pull away and he’s chasing your lips.

“do you have condoms?”

he practically tumbles over the side of his bed and you erupt into a fit of giggles as he yanks open his bed side drawer and pulls out a condom.

the SECOND he pushes inside you his face pales over because shit he already feels like he’s going to cum. he’s mumbling incoherent nonsense under his breath and praying to GOD that he doesn’t embarrass himself and he’s so grateful you need a second to get used to the feeling of penetration before any movement happens.

his muscular body is hovering above you with his blanket covering you both and when you give him the go ahead to start moving he grows more anxious. he drags his hips out and his face is contorting and twisting in pleasure, a shaky groan leaving him as he slowly pushes back into you.

hearing that high pitched gasp when his tip kissed your cervix has his hips snapping back to push right back into you, wanting, needing to hear that sound again. over and over, he’s met with soft moans that has him running, sprinting to the finish line, leaning down to nip at your neck as you hold onto him and lock your legs around his waist.

“kirii..” you whine out, clenching around him and practically pulling him back in every single time he winds back and that was the literal end of him.

before he can even warn you his cumming into the condom, arms tightly wrapped around you as he fucks into you desperately, moaning into your neck and rambling incoherent praise.

when he’s realized he came in the first three minutes his face is as red as his hair and he’s pulling away to look down at you in a panic of embarrassment.

“i-i’m so sorry! fuck you just felt so good i couldn’t help myself.. did you finish?”

he’s horrified when you giggle and shake your head despite the content look on your face and he’s shoving his own face into the nape of your neck, apologizing over and over again and you only laugh.

“it’s okay kiri, i swear! it’s normal, you don’t have to be embarrassed.” you soothed but he wasn’t convinced.

“nono, i’m not gonna leave you unsatisfied.. that wouldn’t be manly at all.”

you’re shocked as you watch him shuffle down the bed and move in between your legs, about to object but we’re cut off by his tongue pressing flat against your core. your body jolts and you cry out at the stimulation, and kirishima has a sparkle in his eyes at the effect he has on you.

he’s like a kid in a candy store, lapping at your little bundle of nerves with a firm hold on your hips. he moves his tongue just like he saw in the video, flicking your sensitive bud and wrapping his lips around it. he’s making out with your heat like a starved man, moaning into you as if eating you out is causing him some immense amount of pleasure.

the vibrations from his voice against your clit is enough to make you finally come undone, legs shaking and your toes curling and you SWEAR you saw stars.

kirishima is cleaning you up, drinking down your cum and you squeal at the over stimulation, pushing against the top of his head. “too much!”

the red headed boy pulls himself up with a wide smile and a wet chin, his tongue darting out to clear any of your remaining essence off his lips. “i never thought i’d love doing that so much!” he exclaims and you shake your head with a dopey smile, still coming down from your high.

“hey, you up for another round?”

kirishima asks sheepishly after sitting up to reveal that he was hard again and you just sit up and pounce on him.

it’s safe to say you two did a lot of that in your guys’ free time after that. 🤗

★ autumn's first kiss, eijiro kirishima.

written for @killyzury, who taught me in class ♡

it was summer's last kiss. eijiro remembers it as clear as the summer waters of the ocean, how the leaves of gold and scarlet buoyant mood began to paint the earth with hearth.

with each fall of the autumn leaves gracing the soils, the image of you standing still and gazing upon a huge tree in a park lingered around in his mind. it was the only tree whose leaves did not glow in fiery hues.

your gaze is so intense, never wavering or faltering at the sight of a mere tree. the leaves of the tree remained painted with beaming colours and it simply made you tilt your head in confusion.

“what's wrong, sunshine?” your boyfriend asked as he stood beside you. his hands slithered around yours, giving it a subtle squeeze before his gaze followed your towards the tree you were gazing on.

“why are the flowers not turning into red or orange or yellow or something autumn-like?” your voice flowed the tip of your tongue in a confused whisper, emitting a soft chuckle from eijiro.

“well, not all petals turn into autumn-like colours that fast. it takes time. everything is different, this tree's just a little bit slower than the others.”

you hummed in response, a long silence fell after. it was now just you and eijiro with entwined fingers gazing up at a tree who hasn't yet to bloom along the changes of the season.

“y’know.. autumn looks like you,” you broke the silence, your gaze shifted to the redhead as you took a moment to admire him. he looked at you and gave you the warmest smile that has so much familiarity with the season of fall, your words never having a single hint of deceit.

eijiro really did fit in with the maples of fall and the hearth-hues. his smile was so warm that it felt like his existence was weaved from the petals of the branches of the autumn leaves, making him one of the comforting flowers.

as you drink in his appearance, he couldn't help but lean closer to you and plant a soft kiss onto your cheeks. an action so affectionate and lovely that it makes your insides twist like the swishing winds.

“you're the sweetest, my love,” eijiro told you while his fingers caressed your soft cheeks. “i love you so damn freaking much.”

and the autumn comes as a gospel choir, harmonised in such a way that celebrates each warm hue and shows how you and eijiro belong together.

© SENEON 2024 ♰ do not repost, alter, or translate.

I'm fed 🎀

🕸️ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ send me a character with a spooky!au or trope and i will write a really short romantic drabble for you.

TRICK / TREATING WITH KIRISHIMA .𖥔 ݁ ִֶ𓉸 @killyzury

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄,

everything done with eijiro kirishima is romantic. he makes sure they will all be meaningful and romantic, even the little things like picking up a rock from the ground and giving it to you as silly trinkets to keep. it just so happens that eijiro wants to have a rather silly and romantic trick-or-treat date with you for the season of spookiness.

oddly enough, he's dressed in a wolf costume. like the latest trends and traditions of the internet, eijiro claims that a wolf is one of the mightiest creatures to saunter on the surface of the earth. and it makes him feel like he asserts dominance in the world just by wearing a funny-looking wolf costume. of course, you make fun of him. what is there that's not to make fun of?

from house to house the kirishima tried to keep up his dominant façade. scaring children before asking them for trick or treats were not on your agenda. you were supposed to be the ones giving candies out to little children, not the other way around.

"boo!" he calls out to kota and the kid only raised a brow at kirishima's antics. "what are you supposed to be? an alpha wolf? are you trying to scare me? you probably howled at the moon didn't you?"

a series of question awaits to be answered as eijiro felt a single sweat tickled his temples, slowly falling down as he shot the boy an awkward smile. "uhm—"

and it goes on like this for the rest of the night. except at the end of the night, he's all exhausted from running around the neighborhood to scare children and chase babies. so he rests in his comfortable clothes on the couch, snacking on the few little candies that he's gotten throughout the process. even a bigfoot candy from kota.

of course, you've gotten more candies. you're nicer and calmer than he is. cuter, even. and eijiro knows that you're everything he isn't. you're the opposite of him, precious and adorable, bound to receive many candies from children who finds you comforting, all dressed in a fairy costume. they loved you, just as eijiro loves you more than anything else in the world.

regardless of how many candies he's got this year, he has you— his sweetest candy. he doesn't need anything from anyone, he's got you all to himself.

© SENEON 2024 DARK ENTRIES ♰ DO NOT ALTER.

Hey!!

I was wondering if maybe you could do a part two of Earth Shattering because that was a 10/10 angst and I NEED a part two. Maybe reader (after the divorce) get with someone else, maybe like Shoto or Kiri. Just a thought tho🤷‍♀️ (you can do whatever u want 🫶🏻)

Heyy, Lovely!! I wasn't planning on making a part two for Earth Shattering, but I loved your idea!! Now, please know that I didn't really make this one.. angst forward, lol. I just saw the opportunity to write for Kiri and I took it! I hope you enjoy the read all the same, and thank you so so much for the request!!

Earth Shattering | Bakugo Katsuki & Reader, Kirishima Eijiro x Reader

The divorce had been as civil as a divorce could be. By that point, Katsuki had finally stopped trying to get you back and had resigned himself to quiet defeat. Despite the situation there was a pang in your heart every time you had to face him. Gone was the cocky, smirking, sometimes brash man you had fallen in love with. At least in your presence, the man you once knew, thought you knew, was replaced with a reserved and saddened version of himself. At times you wanted to comfort him but then you reminded yourself that he was the one who put you both in this situation.

You hadn’t wanted anything Katsuki tried to give you in the divorce, except for the car. Custody over the kids had been decided to be split 50/50. You could tell that this whole process killed Katsuki as much as it did you as far as the kids were concerned. As much as you still loved him, still cared for him, still wanted to be with him.. you knew that you’d never be able to move past the fact that he slept with other people for over a year. “Once a cheater, always a cheater,” your mother had told you when you voiced your thoughts about going back to him.

It’s been a year since the divorce and you’d like to think you’re doing well for yourself and your kids. You used some of the money Katsuki had forced on you as part of the divorce settlement to get an apartment. It’s in a nice part of the city and close to stores and a school. You also got a part time job and the days you have the kids your parents watch them for you. The only part you’re still struggling with is the social aspect of your life. Except for Izuku and Ochako, it felt like all of your other friends went away along with your marriage because they were Katsuki’s friends. It doesn’t help that you’re not really the social type, the years of being a stay at home wife and mom making you a bit more of an introvert. Not to mention the fact that you feel like no one really wants to be friends with the single mom with two young kids.

It’s a little after 9:30 at night when you finally get back home. You had taken a bit of a later shift today since Katsuki has the kids. You let out a heavy sigh as you close and lock the door behind you. You tiredly kick off your shoes, then head to the kitchen to make a small dinner. You let out another more slightly defeated sigh when you open the fridge and see nothing to make an actual meal with. Opening the freezer, you take out a pathetic looking microwave meal and your lip wobbles a bit. You had a rough day at work and it would have been everything to you if you could have come home to the smiling faces of your kids. Instead, silence and a sad excuse for dinner welcomed you home.

While you wait for Chef Mike to prepare your food you throw yourself into a chair at the dining table. Slumping forward, you rest your cheek against your hand as you scroll through notifications on your phone. You hardly look at it while you’re at work except on breaks or if your parents or Katsuki contact you about the kids. You absentmindedly clear away miscellaneous notifications as you scroll until a message notification makes you pause. You just stare at your phone a bit dumbfounded as your eyes re-read the message and your brain tries to process the words. The beeping of the microwave brings you back to reality and you flinch slightly before setting your phone down and getting up to get your food. Once you grab utensils and your food, uttering curses at the hot container, you sit back down at the table. As you let the food cool you tap on the notification and watch as your phone opens the conversation allowing you to see the full message.

“Hey Y/N, I’m not sure if you still have my number saved, but it’s Kirishima.. I just wanted to see how you were doing.. The whole group misses seeing you around, I hope they’ve reached out as well. I figured that maybe you haven’t reached out to any of us because of.. everything that happened. But just know that you can, we’re your friends too! Obviously, you don’t have to.. just let us know that you’re okay.”

You stare at your phone in stunned and guilt-ridden silence, your eyes stinging a bit with the threat of tears. You hadn’t had the nerve to delete any of their numbers, it wasn’t their fault Katsuki had decided to be a shitty husband. But you had just assumed that since they were more his friends that they wouldn’t miss your presence all that much. You were only Katsuki’s wife you hadn’t felt like you held much, if any, significance within their friend group.

With slightly shaky hands you type out a response, “Hey Kiri, I’m sorry for the late response, I had a later shift tonight.. I’m also sorry for not reaching out to all of you after the divorce, I guess I just felt.. I don’t know, you all were Katsuki’s friends first.. I miss you all too, I hope you’re all well! As for me, I’m doing better these days. It’s still hard sometimes, but that’s just the way life goes. I’ll try to reach out to the others tomorrow since it’s already late. Have a good night, Kiri, and thanks for reaching out.”

You wipe away a stray tear rolling down your face as you read through the message, then hit send. You set your phone down and begin eating your dinner only to be surprised by the vibrating of your phone as a text notification lights up the screen. Kirishima’s reassuring response, unbeknownst to you, just the beginning of a new chapter in your life.

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A few months later, you’re hanging out with Mina, Jiro, and Kaminari at Kirishima’s house. Even though it was Mina’s idea to have a small get together, Kirishima was the only one with a barbecue and the space for the five of you. Your parent were happy to take the kids for the night and had been glad to see you coming out of your shell. So here you are chatting, laughing, and feeling more alive than you have in a long while.

You’re all sitting in Kirishima’s living room, sprawled about the couple of couches that he has. Your legs are thrown across Kirishima’s as you lean back against Mina’s shoulder while Kaminari lounges obnoxiously across Jiro on the adjacent couch. You all have a good buzz going thanks to the pack of beer Kaminari brought over and it’s very much to blame for the electric blonde’s loose tongue.

“Bro, I think you and Y/N would make a good couple,” Kaminari says after a slight lull in conversation and the room automatically fills with shocked and awkward silence.

“Denki, what the fuck?!” Mina exclaims as you feel your face simultaneously somehow drain of blood and heat up.

“What?! You were thinking it too!” Kaminari defends after being whacked on the arm by Jiro.

“Bro, c’mon, that’s just.. Y/N has already said she isn’t ready to date,” Kirishima says, but his lack of denial to Kaminari’s original statement doesn’t escape you and has your mind spinning a bit.

Moments from the last few months flash across your brain without permission; the nearly daily text conversations and phone calls, the borderline flirty comments, the times like now when even the most casual and friendliest of touches brings a slight blush to your cheeks. You hadn’t even realized that maybe you were getting a bit.. too comfortable with Kirishima. As realization hits you beer and barbecue churn uncomfortably in your stomach and you shoot off of the couch. Darting for the bathroom, you shut and lock the door behind you leaning against it as you force yourself to take deep breaths.

‘He’s one of Katsuki’s best friends, you cannot have feelings for him! What the fuck, oh god, what the fuck..’ You think to yourself as you rub your hands over your face. You jump slightly when someone knocks on the door, but relief fills you when you hear Mina’s voice.

“Y/N, hun, are you okay..?” Mina gently asks and with one more deep breath you turn around to unlock and open the door. You quietly motion for Mina to come into the bathroom with you and she quickly shuffles in, and you lock the door behind her. Leaning back against the door, you meet Mina’s concerned gaze with a panicked one of your own. Without another word Mina pulls you into a comforting hug, one of her hands soothingly rubbing your back.

You break down in her embrace as your arms wrap tightly around her, “I-I can’t fall for him.. It’s wrong, right? Fucked up? H-he’s Katsuki’s b-best fr-”

Mina suddenly pulls back with a kind of determination in her eyes as she looks at you, “Listen to me, Y/N, because I mean this in the most supportive way possible.. Bakugo and Bakugo’s feelings are none of your concern anymore. You are single now and whoever your heart wants is something you have no control over, something he doesn’t have control over. If you have true feelings for Kirishima, then you have every right to do what you want with those feelings. I think it’s safe to say that this isn’t some revenge or rebound situation, so just do whatever is comfortable for you.”

You’re a bit shocked by the amount of support Mina is giving you and you stare at her with widened eyes as you let her words sink into your brain. Feeling overwhelmed by the onslaught of emotions from just the past 10 minutes, tears well up in your eyes and Mina pulls you back into a tight hug. After a few minutes, you both pull away from each other and you wipe your eyes, checking your appearance in the mirror to make sure you don’t look like the mess that you feel like.

“You wanna hang out a bit longer or are you going to head out?” Mina asks as she unlocks the door.

“I think I’ll stay for a little longer, probably head out in an hour or so.” You reply after a second of hesitation, Mina’s advice to do what makes you comfortable ringing in your brain.

It’s true that you have told the group, a few times over the last few months, that you didn’t think you were quite ready to get back out into the dating pool. Your entire sense of trust had been shattered by the man that used to be your husband. Even with the therapy you’ve been attending since the divorce you still feel too weary about being in a relationship again. But something about Kirishima, about the smallest thought of giving Kirishima a chance, makes a warm sense of safety bubble up in your chest.

With a slight blush on your face, you and Mina head back to the living room. Jiro sends you an apologetic look while Kaminari looks sheepish but he verbally apologizes. Kirishima smiles at you, but you can see the concern in his eyes. You tell the three that you’re fine and not to worry about it, then sit back down on the couch. Mina’s words still echoing in your brain, you decide to be a bit bold and seat yourself in the position you were originally in; legs thrown across Kirishima’s and back against Mina’s shoulder. There’s a slight awkwardness in the air until Mina starts laughing and at the questioning looks you all send her, she shows you all a picture of Sero with Todoroki taped to the ceiling of a building captioned, “He said he wanted to test something..”

~~~~~~~~~~

It’s been a good few weeks since the night Kaminari made the comment about you and Kirishima, and you’ve spent a lot of time thinking. You’ve tried to get a good read on yourself, tried to determine if you wanted to give dating a shot. You’ve had a few conversations with your therapist and they’ve reassured you that even if you go on one date that it doesn’t have to be anything more if you don’t want it to be. As nervous as you are about it all, you can acknowledge that you may be overthinking it. Your therapist is right; you have the control to say that if you don’t want to pursue a relationship, then one date can just one date.

“No pressure and no strings. It’s just lunch, Y/N. C’mon, you can do this! Just ask him!” You quietly try to encourage yourself as you continue to stare down at your phone as the text cursor blinks back at you, waiting for you to fill the message bubble.

“What’re you doing, Mommy?” Mai, your four-year-old asks, now suddenly standing in front of you’re seated on the couch.

Your eyes shoot up to your daughter and in all of your anxiety, you nearly drop your phone from the disruption, “N-nothing, Baby. Mommy is just trying to figure out what to say to someone.” You briefly explain as you shut your phone off and put it down next to you.

“Jus’ say ‘hi’, duh, silly Mommy.” Mai suggests with a giggle before turning around to go back to playing. You let out a small laugh of your own, amused by your child’s simple solution and wishing it were that easy. With both of your kids back to entertaining themselves, you pick your phone back up and open it.

“Hey Kiri, I was wondering if you were free on Saturday?”

You stare at the message for a minute or so before hitting send, admittedly chickening out of saying anything more in the message. You quickly shut your phone off and put it off to the side, forcing yourself to act cool and not stare at the conversation waiting for his reply. You stare at the TV not truly watching the cartoon on the screen as your stomach begins doing flips. About twenty long minutes later, your phone buzzes and you nearly jump out of your skin. You force yourself to wait a couple of minutes before picking up your phone and opening it.

“Hey, Y/N! I’m on patrol until around 6, but after that I’m free! What’s up?”

You start to feel a bit more intimidated now because dinner feels more intimate than lunch, but you remember what you and your therapist have discussed. You take a deep breath and decide to carry on.

“Would you maybe want to go out for dinner? Just the two of us.. Or we could order-in if that would be better?”

You hit send before you can overthink any more about what you’re saying, what you’re doing. Your heart is racing in your chest and your palms start to clam up as you stare down at your phone with anxious anticipation. Three dots suddenly pop up and bounce across the message bubble indicating that Kirishima is typing and you start to feel a bit nauseous.

“Y/N..”

You bite at the skin of your bottom lip and keep watching the typing bubble.

“Are you..”

You feel the slight urge to scream and ask yourself why this man isn’t typing a full message before hitting send.

“Are you asking me out??”

You let out a nervous laugh that makes your kids look at you slightly confused for moment before they go back to playing.

“If I say that I am, is that something you would say yes to or have I just made a fool of myself?”

You send back as your anxiety eats you up inside. You start fearing that you’ve just messed up, that you’ve made things awkward and your friendship with Kirishima will never be the same. What if everything from the last few months have all been in your head? What if your dumb heart just misconstrued all of the little things? What if-

“What time should I pick you up?”

You don’t believe that what you’re reading is real. You’re sure that your brain is glitching or your phone is malfunctioning because you really feel like that message should say something along the lines of “I don’t think Bakugo would react well to this” or maybe something about your kids.

“Does 8:00 work for you?”

You hit send and it really feels like an out of body experience. You’re relieved that you didn’t just turn a great friendship super awkward, but your anxiety shoots through the roof. Above all else, though, you’re proud of yourself for taking this step in moving forward with your life. There was a time in your life when you thought that Katsuki would be the only one for you for the rest of your life. A time for a while there after the divorce that you didn’t think you’d ever be willing to even give anyone else a chance with your heart. Now, you’re not only going to be going on a date, but you initiated said date.

“Mommy happy,” the voice of your two-year-old, Keitaro, makes you look up from your phone, and you realize that you’re grinning like a schoolgirl.

“Yeah, Baby, Mommy is pretty happy right now, good job!” You praise your son for his observation and kiss the top of his head. Your phone buzzes in your hand and you look down at the screen still smiling.

“Sounds good, can’t wait!”

Warm excitement bubbles up inside you and your smile grows. It’s been years since you’ve been on a first date and about two since you’ve been on a date-date. You can’t even remember the last time you took the time to doll yourself up even if just for yourself. Saturday is a few days out, but your mind already starts putting together potential outfits. You can’t wait for Saturday, either.

~~~~~~~~~~

Saturday rolls around and you’re a bit of a mess of nerves and excitement. You have the day off from work, so you have lots of time to kill before you have to start getting ready for your date. Your parents come over around noon and you all decide to go out to a nearby park. You get your kids dressed, pack some snacks, and buckle Keitaro into his stroller, then head out the door.

It’s a beautiful day out and the park is pretty busy when you all arrive. Finding an open bench, you and your parents quickly claim it. Your mother takes both kids over to the playground while you and your father sit at the bench and spark up conversation. Soon enough, you’re summoned by Mai to come over and play too.

At one point, your daughter tells you to watch her go down a slide and you obediently position yourself so that you have a good view. Unfortunately, another child up on the platform with yours sneezes. That normally wouldn’t be a big deal, but the child has a mutation-type Quirk that gives them wings and they fan out as the child sneezes. One of the child’s wings hits against your daughter’s back and knocks her head into the bar above the entrance to the slide.

The moment you hear the thunk of of the metal you kick start into mom-mode. You’re at the top of the platform in seconds, cradling your wailing daughter and trying to console the very apologetic winged child. The three of you get back to the ground and the winged child’s parent rushes over spilling apologies. You try your best to convey that it’s okay, you know it was accident, above the loud cries of your daughter. You make your way back to your parents, both of them wearing concerned faces, and tell them to pack everything up.

Back at your apartment, you assess the injury to Mai’s forehead. A good sized bump has formed and your poor daughter hasn’t stopped crying or telling you how much it hurts. You decide to take Mai to an urgent care, if only to just make sure that she doesn’t have a concussion. Your parents agree to watch Keitaro and you thank them before carrying your daughter out to your car.

You buckle her in, feeling that pit of mom-guilt form when she cries out for you as you climb into the driver’s seat. You dial Katsuki’s number and when he picks up you inform him of what happened and he tells you that he’ll meet you at the urgent care. As you pull out onto the street, you briefly think about canceling your date tonight if only to just stay home and comfort your daughter for the rest of the night.

You get to the urgent care a few minutes after Katsuki does and you do your best to get checked in at the front desk while holding your crying daughter and being in the presence of your ex-husband. The three of you sit down at an open corner of the waiting room once the paperwork is done. Mai sits in your lap as you gingerly hold a fresh ice pack a nurse had given you to her forehead. She quietly whimpers and cries as the three of you wait and you watch one of Katsuki’s hands come up to hold one of Mai’s hands.

The whole time you wait you can feel your phone buzz occasionally in your pocket, but you choose to ignore it. It buzzes consistently a couple of times, most likely someone calling you, and Katsuki sends you a slightly questioning look. You shake your head and shrug, silently telling him you don’t know who it is, then whisper that it’s probably your parents. He nods his head a single time before looking back down at Mai, the little girl gripping his hand tightly.

After what feels like forever, your daughter’s name is called out and the three of you get escorted back to a room. Mai chooses to have Katsuki sit on the bed with her as a nurse takes her vitals. Once the nurse finishes up with vitals, they tell you and Katsuki that a doctor will be by shortly.

Stuck waiting again, an awkward silence fills the room and you decide that now would be a good time as any to update your parents. You pull your phone out of your pocket and are surprised to see that most of the notifications filling your screen are from Kirishima. You bypass them for the moment to text your mother an update, then you read through all the texts Kirishima sent.

“Hey, Bakugo just called out from patrol because of a family emergency, is everything okay?”

“Y/N??”

“Did something happen to you or the kids??”

“Please answer your phone, I just want to make sure everything is okay.”

“Please call or text me when you have a chance, please.”

A bit of guilt churns at your stomach over ignoring your phone until now, but the reality is that your kids come first, no matter the situation. You understand and appreciate Kirishima’s worrying, but your daughter needed you to be present with her.

“Mai hit her head while we were at the park earlier and I brought her to urgent care just to make sure she doesn’t have a concussion. I’m sorry for not answering sooner, but she needed me.”

You hit send and let out a quiet and tired sigh, the adrenaline from earlier leaving you feeling drained. Shutting your phone off, you lean back in the chair and rest your head against the wall, closing your eyes for a moment. The moment is cut short when your phone buzzes and you lift your head to look at it.

“Don’t apologize, of course you were focused on her. I’m sorry for spamming you like that, I guess I just panicked. Hope my Lil Buddy gets the A-okay from the doc!”

A smile tugs at your lips from Kirishima’s reply, his playful personality coming through even by text. You tell him that you’ll keep him updated, then shut your phone off right as the doctor walks through the curtain.

By the end of the visit, Mai is determined to be just fine though she will have a bit of a bump and bruise for a while. A dose of children’s pain reliever and a few lollipops quells her crying, and you feel the tension ease from your body. The three of you thank the doctor, then make your way out to the parking lot.

“Mommy, can Daddy come over?” Mai asks around the lollipop in her mouth and you tense up a bit.

“I don’t know, Baby.. D-daddy might have to go back to work..?” You cringe a bit over the sound of your own voice, but glance over at Katsuki.

His face is neutral but his eyes are soft, sad, and a bit pleading, “They got somebody to cover my shift.. ‘s up to you..” He says quietly and you can’t help the slight sagging of your shoulders. While the relationship between the two of you is amicable, you don’t really want to spend your day with your ex-husband.

You put on the best smile you can as you look down at your daughter, “Then I guess that means he can come over for a bit.” Mai cheers and begins talking about what she wants to do when the three of you get to your apartment. Katsuki nods along with her words, but looks over at you to mouth out a “thank you” to which you just nod.

Walking through the door of your apartment with Mai and Katsuki in tow garners a mix of reactions. Keitaro happily runs up to hug you then Katsuki as Mai runs up to her grandparents babbling about the lollipops she got from the doctor. Meanwhile, your parents try their best to keep polite smiles on their faces, but you can see the strain underneath and you’re sure Katsuki can as well. You thank them for watching Keitaro and tell them that you’ve got things handled for the rest of the night. They leave shortly after you tell them what the doctor said, hugging you and the kids then bidding Katsuki a mostly pleasant yet short goodbye.

A few hours later, the atmosphere between you and Katsuki becomes semi-comfortable as you both just mainly focus on the kids. After an early dinner, Mai has dragged you into playing restaurant with her while Katsuki colors with Keitaro. Occasionally, you overhear Katsuki quietly teaching Keitaro how to say colors or draw letters and numbers. You’d never admit it out loud, especially to Katsuki, but it warms your heart watching or hearing him interact with the kids. A softness that he only reserves for them comes out and reminds you that even though he hurt you so badly, he really is a good dad.

Around 7:30 there’s a knock on your door and your stomach sinks as your heart rate picks up. You had felt like you were forgetting something since you got back from urgent care and that something was forgetting to postpone your date.

“You expecting anyone?” Katsuki asks as another bout of knocking ensues.

“N-no, but it’s probably my neighbor. She brings cookies over for the kids sometimes, I’ll go see if it’s her-” You try to explain, making to stand, but Katsuki is already standing and heading for the door.

“Nah, you stay with the kids, I’ll get it. I’ve heard about this ‘cookie-lady’ before from Mai, I’d like to meet her.” Katsuki says as he steps closer to the door.

You quickly follow behind him, cursing yourself for not checking your phone since you’ve been home. You assume that Kirishima has been messaging you and has probably stopped by to check up on everything. You’re not fast enough to cut Katsuki off from opening the door and you mentally prepare yourself for the impending storm.

“Hey! I figured that you’d wanna stay with Mai for the night, so I brought the date to-” Kirishima cheerfully greets when the door opens expecting you to be standing there, but unable to see Katsuki because of the many items in his arms obscuring his vision.

“The fuck do you mean ‘date’? What are you doing here, Red?” Katsuki’s tone is immediately angry as he cuts Kirishima off and he looks between you and the redhead.

Kirishima turns so that he can actually see what’s in front of him and his face is a mix of shock, dread, and apology. You flounder for a moment under Katsuki’s angry and questioning gaze until Mina’s words of Katsuki having no control over who you date echo through your mind. You move past Katsuki and take some of the stuff from Kirishima’s arms.

“Kiri, please come in. And Katsuki, don’t even think about starting anything in front of the kids, let alone in my home, thank you.” You say, your voice firm when you speak to your ex-husband, then turn to take the items you grabbed to the kitchen. You hear the shuffling of feet and the door close as a practically palpable tenseness fills the air. Two pairs of footsteps follow you into the kitchen and not long after another two pairs follow.

“Uncle Kiri!!” Mai exclaims as she runs up to the redhead, Keitaro right on her heels with his own shout of excitement.

Kirishima sets down the rest of the stuff he brought and scoops up both kids without hesitation. He smiles widely and warmly at the two as they both begin babbling about their day. Mai tells him about what happened at the park and the lollipops she got from the doctor, and Keitaro mashes gibberish with random words.

“Okay guys, I know you’re excited but it’s already past bedtime, so give hugs and say goodnight,” You say gently already prepared for the fight that Mai will inevitably put up.

Surprisingly enough, she only pouts at you but doesn’t argue, probably tired from the day’s events and staying up a bit later than usual. Mai says goodnight and gives Kirishima one last hug before he puts her down. As Kirishima hands Keitaro over to you, Mai reluctantly pats her way to the bathroom to brush her teeth. You look between Katsuki and Kirishima, eyeing them both for a moment, weary about what’s to come.

“I’m going to go put them to bed and then we’re going to have a civil conversation.” You quietly yet firmly state before forcing your mood into a complete 180, “Alright Keitaro, say night-night to Daddy and Kiri.”

The sleepy two-year-old in your arms murmurs out a barely-intelligible goodnight. You can tell that Katsuki is barely maintaining his composure, but he whispers goodnight to Keitaro and kisses his head. Kirishima gives your son a smile and whispers goodnight before rubbing his back. You let out a tired sigh, then move forward to take your son to his room. By the time you’ve gotten Keitaro in pajamas and settled down in his crib, Mai has said her final goodnights and is waiting for you in her bed. You tuck her in and read her a bedtime story, and luckily it doesn’t take very long for her to fall asleep.

You quietly leave her room, shutting the door as softly as you can behind you. When you get to the end of the hallway you see Katsuki sitting on the couch on his phone while Kirishima is putting takeout containers into your fridge. A sense of dread fills you and you try your best to remain as neutral as possible.

“Okay, let’s all go take a seat at the dining table and talk this out,” You say quietly as you make your way toward the dining table.

You sit down and rub your hands over your face, exhaustion settling into your bones. You hear the sound of two other chairs being quietly pulled away from the table. You run your hands through your hair as you look up and you take a deep breath.

“Kirishima, I’d like to apologize for my lack of contact pretty much all day. Mai hit her head at the park, then we went to urgent care, and after I got back home I set my phone down and forgot about it. I was so focused on monitoring Mai that everything else slipped my mind. I truly am sorry for putting you in a situation like this.” You say, guilt riddling your tone and face. Kirishima smiles weakly at you and shakes his head, telling you not to worry about it. You turn to Katsuki and almost give in to the anger that flickers in you at his agitated posture.

“Kats-” You start, but don’t get to continue any further.

“So you two are dating? Were either of you going to tell me?” Katsuki grits out, obviously making an effort to keep his voice down. While you appreciate him not shouting, you don’t appreciate his words.

“Don’t start with that shit, Katsuki. I don’t have to tell you if I start dating someone, it’s none of your business-” Your patience diminishes quickly, but you manage to keep your voice low even when you’re interrupted again.

“It sure as fuck becomes my business when my best friend is dating my ex-wife,” Katsuki’s voice raises slightly and you glare at him.

“No, it really doesn’t. Kirishima and I are single adults, Katsuki. Go back to when you said ‘ex-wife’ and remember why exactly we’re exes now. You don’t have the right to share your opinion about who I decide to see. And before your mind even goes there, this isn’t me seeking revenge or getting back at you. I have genuine feelings for Kirishima and whether you approve or disapprove is none of my concern.” You fire back at him, voice still low but angry. Katsuki glares at you but he keeps quiet, his jaw clenched tightly possibly to keep himself from shouting expletives.

“..Bakugo, I’m sorry about all of this. It’s not like I intended to fall for Y/N, it just sort of happened over the last few months. Tonight was supposed to be our first date and I’m sure neither of us were sure if things would go any further than one simple date. I’m sorry if you’re hurt, man, but Y/N is right; we’re both adults and we can see whoever we wish to..” Kirishima says, his tone a mixture of apology and seriousness.

Katsuki shifts his eyes from you to Kirishima and he just glares at the redhead for a few moments until eventually he just sighs. You watch as Katsuki’s anger gets dimmed by defeat and hurt, and he slowly stands.

“You’re both right,” he utters quietly, shocking you to your core. “I.. I need to go.”

Coming down from your anger, you feel as though you might have gone too far, “Katsuki-”

“It’s okay, Y/N. You.. you deserve a chance with a good guy and Red is a good man.. a better man than I’ve ever been.” Katsuki says tiredly, defeated. Both you and Kirishima stare wide-eyed as Katsuki walks to the door, slips his shoes on, and silently leaves.

Elbows braced against the table, you bury your face in your hands unsure of what to feel at this exact moment. You hear the soft scooting of a chair, then feel a warm arm lay across your shoulders and a hand soothingly rub one of your arms.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Kirishima asks softly and you look up at him, your hands coming to rest on your cheeks.

“Are you okay? That was.. I-I’m so sorry, Kiri-”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m okay.” Kirishima says, then chuckles slightly, “Gosh, how many times do we have to keep saying that we’re adults who can make their own decisions, huh? We may not have planned on developing feelings for each other, but after I realized how I felt about you I started preparing for how Bakugo would react.”

You smile a bit and nod your head, “I definitely anticipated a lot more yelling and explosions, but I’m glad none of that ended up happening.” You say quietly and close your eyes, silently enjoying the warm of another person.

“So, since we’re both looking to make this work.. what do you have planned to help make the kids stop calling you ‘uncle Kiri’? Hmm, Mr. Prepared?” You ask with a bit of giggle after you open your eyes and look at Kirishima.

“Maybe we can put our heads together and think of something,” he says softly, his eyes slowly roaming over your face until they stop on your lips.

“Hmm, I see..” You borderline whisper before closing the distance between the two of you.

The kiss, more of a drawn out peck, is soft and gentle and makes you feel warm. It’s a sweet moment that makes you smile when you pull away, a slight blush tinting your cheeks and his.

“So, did you come up with anything?” You teasingly ask with a bit of a giggle.

Kirishima blinks then smirks, “Nope, guess we’ll just have to try again.”

As your lips meet his again, you can almost feel the remaining shattered parts of your world pulling back together and fixing themselves.

Once again, thank you so much for the request, Lovely!! This was a fun lil write to help me get back into my writing mindset! I truly hope you join my angst-loving band of Lovelies and stick around for future angsty works! Much love and appreciation, amazing Lovely!! <3

IM MUNCHING ON THE BARS OF MY CAGE WHY ISN'T HE REAL AHHHHHHHHHH

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"I'D UNDERSTAND "

[•~college!au, aged!up kirshima x reader~•]fluff/slight angst/smut

[•~synopsis: you find out your boyfriend was just using you, don't worry ejiro will help you forget all about that~•]

[•~a/n: inspired by a situation my friend was js in, send requests!!~•]

you couldn't believe it. after all that time? all those memories you two had together. it was all for nothing.

you and your (ex) boyfriend had been dating for a couple weeks. even though it was merely a couple weeks, you were convinced that he was the love of your life. you knew that he was the one. or at least you thought so-

gradually things got distant, he stopped making an effort overall, while you put in everything you had. you were confused and frustrated. you didn't do anything to him? so what was going on?...

then earlier this afternoon, you were catching up on some nearly-late homework assignments. as you scribbled your way through some equations a light buzz vibrated against your thigh.

curiously, you took out your phone and glanced over at the notification. you had got a message from your boyfriend.

you open his chats eagerly, for once he started a conversation with you. but your moment of glee soon came to an abrupt end as you read the first couple words.

"y/n. we need to break up"

you felt your heart shatter into a million pieces. your stomach dropped making the guilty and panicky feeling overtake your senses even more.

you continue reading the paragraph, each word making that sick feeling grow in you. you couldn't believe that this was happening. it had to be a nightmare.

"tbh i was desperate for a prom date cs all my friends going had one and i didn't wanna be left out and at that point they were making fun of me so yea i shoulda js told the truth from the start instead of lying"

emotions flooded your mind. betrayal. disappointment. anger. were just to name a few. you were at a loss for words. you thought he actually loved you. he treated you better than any other guy you were previously with. and you get played?

you drop your phone, tears flooding your eyes as you fall onto your bed, head buried in the pillow below you. the only thing you felt like doing now was to cry your eyes out dry. sob until you got better if that was possible anymore. you felt stupid.

teardrops dampened the pillowcase below you face as you say there in sorrow. but your moment of mourning was soon interrupted by a series of knocks. a familiar voice following.

"y/n? you left your textbooks in the library-"

you quickly fix yourself up, taking in a couple deep breaths and wiping the tears off your cheeks. you swiftly get up from your bed, praying that the faint pink tint plastered all over your face wasn't too obvious.

your hand curls over the doorknob and you open the door slowly. being greeted with a familiar red haired boy. eijiro kirishima, your best friend. one of his arms holding up a stack of books, while the other was shoved in his jacket pocket.

"h-hey eijiro... thanks for bringing me these" you whispered, hiding your shaky rattled voice. eijiro looked down at you with a small frown. "you okay, y/n?" he asks, handing you the books, worry and concern evident in his tone.

those three words were all it took to make you crack. you erupted back into that familiar sorrow, eyes overfilling with water.

you then feel strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into a warm and comforting embrace. without any thought you cry into his chest, a spot in his hoodie getting soaked.

a hand strokes your back softly as his soothing voice whispers in your ear "let it out, it's all gonna be okay y/n, I promise..." you hug him back even tighter, too lost in your emotions.

a couple moments pass before eijiro pulls away for a quick moment, arms still wrapped around you.

"you wanna tell me what's wrong?..."

you explain to kirishima everything that had just happened. he knew about this boyfriend you had and wasn't too trusting of him to begin with. he has a gut feeling something was off but he didn't want to burst your bubble so he kept quiet.

at least that's what he told himself. in actuality he couldn't tell if he was just jealous of him or if he actually had a guy feeling. something eijiro had never told you was that he had the biggest crush on you ever since you two had met. and every time you mentioned or introduced him to a new guy the only thing he could think of was how much better he was.

this moment was no different either. you told him in the past about how your boyfriend was treating you. from all the dry and lackluster conversations to the lack of attention. he heard it all. and he tried his best to comfort you, to try to look out for the both of you. when in reality he wanted you all for himself. he wanted to tell you how much of a better boyfriend he could be.

his blood boiled and his heart was full of fury. "that is so messed up." he grumbled arm wrapped around one of your shoulders as he held you in close, inhaling tye sweet scent of your shampoo.

"I know... im so tired of this ejiro. am I really that unlovable?.." you ask, glancing back up at the red haired male, eyelashes decorated with tiny teardrops. kirishima feels his cheeks reddened and blush as he thinks carefully about his reply. he could ruin your friendship if this doesn't go his way. but if it does workout, his dreams will come true. a moment passes before he replies.

"y/n, honestly I can't even hide this anymore from you. I love you. I mean it I swear. it drives me mad seeing you let these guys take advantage of you like this, you're too pretty and perfect to be treated like this. please- let me show you how good I could treat you-"

and that's how it all started. you were laid down on your back, thighs pushed all the way to your chest as kirishima towered over you.

"relax for me mamas... ima make you feel so good..." he cooes into your ear, hand caressing your cheek. you listen to him and let go of all the tension you were holding in, a breathy exhale leaving your lips.

kirishima teases his tip in between your fold and clit, making the both of you let out a small moan. soon enough he gently pushes himself in, groaning at the way your wet walls clam down on his length. you grip the bedsheets next to you as the feeling of the pleasureable yet painful stretch engulfs your senses.

"you okay princess? can I start?..." he asks, checking in for any signs of discomfort on your face. it took everything in him to not start moving and pound the life out of you, he had fantasized about this moment since forever and it was finally in his hands.

you nod, and kirishima starts moving at a slow pace, making sure you were okay, after all the last thing he would ever want to do, is to hurt you. but soon enough he picks up the pace gradually, making you cry out for more. "your takin it so well for me mamas..." he praises, his hips bucking into your cunt even quicker.

"f-fuck she was made for me hm? bet that lameass boyfriend couldn't get ya like this" he mumbles, pointing your chin down to make sure you maintain eye contact with him.

he begins to get rougher, hands quickly shifting your legs from pressed against your torso to now your calves on his shoulders. the new position made him ram into that spongy spot, making your moans even louder.

it all felt so good, from the way his cock was now even deeper in you, the way his thrust became harsh and passionate you could only shut your eyes from the ecstasy.

"don't close your eyes on me mama, keep them open or I'll stop." he commands, drilling into your hole even faster now, the sound of skin slapping follow suit. you open your eyes, listening to his warning. he smirks and whispers down into your ear "good girl... you're so obedient for me mamas" he grins.

he pounds into you harshly, faint mumbles of " so-so sorry mamas... can't hold back anymore" as he drills into you, his grip on your hips was sure to leave a purplish bruise the next morning.

you feel the familiar know in your stomach tighten. "m'so close eijiro please!-" you mewl. "cmon baby... tell me who fucks you better? me or him?" he teases. "y-you do..." you mutter out, somewhat inaudible. he lightly slaps your cheek "the fuck was that?. tell me who the fuck you belong to-" he grunts out. "y-you, I only belong to you eijiro-" you cry out

"good girl, listenin to me so well..." eijiro grins and places a hand on your bud, digits rubbing quick circles all over it. bringing you over the edge.

your back arches and your thighs tremble. you let a loud moan as you feel the pleasure overwhelm you. the sight alone was enough to make kirishima reach his own high. he pulls out and begins to stroke his cock, letting out pretty groans as his lips part slightly.

long ropes of cum decorate your stomach as you both pant out heavily. you close your eyes, as you catch your breath. while you do so kirishima notices your phone on the other side of the bed, open.

he grabs it quickly without you noticing and snaps a quick photo. hurriedly tapping on your exes icon and sending him the photo.

"kinda sad that you let such a pretty girl like her go. it's okay i'd understand, you didn't deserve her anyways"

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