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hii bloom ily n u r so awesome.. I KNOW i was just in ur requests but im literally obsessed w u n ur work sooo bad, no rush on completing this!! just if you're wanting then could you do PERHAPS do boyfriend kiri content it can be smau drabble headcanon ANNND it can be sfw nsfw whatever!! but if u don't mind could u mayb do a kiri x f!reader moments where they are studying and the reader is really overwhelmed so kiri tries to cheer them up by going down on them 🙈🙈🙈

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contains: nsfw content!! minors dni. f!reader, eating out, established relationship, fluffiest smut you’ll ever read.

authors note: so is this too intimate orrrrr

word count: 2.8k

you tapped your pen against the paper, glancing over to check the document on your laptop. your eyes darted back and forth between the two materials as you copied the text onto the paper. you were studying a case file of a villian you and hawks had captured a couple weeks back. police outlets recently revealed that the villain might be connected to a new murder case. 

hawks can never do his paperwork in time. so of course the newbie pro-hero has to do all his dirty work. your head spun and your eyes burned. the sun had already made its full route, and you were still working on the case. it had been hours at this point. 

you let out a quiet sigh as you sit back against the arm of your couch, rubbing your sore eyes. when your hands leave your face your gaze didn’t immediately go back to the screen sitting on your lap. 

they looked up.

there, eijiro is humming softly across from you. he using one hand to flip through a book— you know he’s probably reading something about dragons since fantasy is his favorite genre. his other hand is occupied with petting your legs; one draped across his toned thighs and the other bent up against his chest.

eijiro joined you on the couch two hours ago after a long, warm shower. his chirpy face and clarifying voice immediately saturated you and you told yourself you’d finish the file tonight. 

your boyfriend's hand were usually warm as he ghosted over your knee and thigh before settling back on your legs. he occasionally let out a small gasp or mumbled to himself about the story in his book, the noise blending in nicely to the background sound of the outside wind.

your apartment creaks under the wind's blow, catching eijiro’s attention. he looks up and his eyes widen slightly when his pupils find yours, a smile carving itself onto his face. “are you done baby?” he ask. the speed of his rubbing slightly increases and you feel like his fingertips could burn into your skin, as if to mark their territory.

you blink, eyes drifting back to your laptop. “not yet.“ you exhale, pushing your hair back. “it should just be a couple more hours.” you attempt to reassure, more so yourself than him.

“but—“ eijiro’s rubbing stops, his palm laying flat on your leg. the warmth from his hand merges into you, “you won’t get any work done when you like this.” he says, pouting.

you squint your eyes. something about his tone is off. his eyes are nothing short of pleading. maybe he’s tired? “you can go to bed. i’ll be right behind you.” you wouldn’t be surprised if he was. it was late and you both had had a long day.

“no, i want to be with you.” eijiro says, his tone surprisingly firm before it faints back to its familiarly sweet origin. the rubbing picks up before his voice, “i just think that you should take a break.”

“break—?” you nearly stutter. a break wouldn’t help now. not when you're already so focused. not when you were so close to being done.

as if he could read the doubts all over your face eijiro swiftly intervenes, “you deserve it.” he says, wrapping you into the comforting embrace of his voice. just that alone made you feel way less tense. he placed his book to the side and kissed your knee then laid his cheek against it.  

his eyes raked down your image—- taking in every detail, and you felt a pool of heat collect in your lower stomach. the kiss was so gentle, his words were so soft. it was impossible to resist him. 

you closed your laptop and carefully placed it onto the coffee table. “okay, a short break.” you said, emphasis on the short. 

eijiro cheers. he shifts, swapping his cheek out for his hand. he protectively gripped your knee as he positioned himself above you with his other hand holding onto the couch’s arm behind you. his head blocked the light from the kitchen, capturing his figure in outline of yellow glow. his grin shines as he dips his head towards you, eyes questioning.

you wordlessly nod, melting as his lips meet yours. his hands dance down and along your inner thigh but remain a safe distance from your growing problem. but it doesn’t matter because your lips fit eijiro like the perfect piece of a puzzle. 

you make use of your hands and settle them on the nape of his neck, resting along his black roots. and just like that all your worries wash away. all you can focus on now is how he’s gently nipping on your bottom lip, licking over it again and again.  

your tongue comes out of hiding and slithers into your boyfriend's mouth. eijiro groans, grip on you just barely tightening. he pulls away and rests his forehead on yours. you breathe slowly, eijiro does the same, and you wonder how you both got carried away so quickly. 

“i love how dedicated you are to your hero work,” eijiro’s eyes are locked onto yours and his voice strained. 

you bite your lip, eijiro’s low rumbling voice traveling to cunt. you wonder if that should make you feel ashamed (it doesn’t). 

“but sometimes i miss having you to myself.” he whines, sounding utterly desperate. you suck in a breath and press your thigh together.

“oh baby,” you bring a hand up to cup his cheek. eijiro’s eyes falter into a dreamlike state, “you'll always have me,” you lean in to kiss the tip of his nose. “i’ll always be yours.” you repeat. 

your boyfriend’s face is almost fully covered with blotches of pink. he groans again, a lighter one this time, and hides himself behind your shoulder, his mouth brushing against the tip of your ear. “let me help you relax.” his pleadingly whispers.

the words send an electrical shock through your body. you instinctively place a hand on his chest but don’t push back, “relax..?” you inquire cautiously. you know exactly what’s going through your mind, what you want. but you weren’t so sure your sweet, innocent, muscular, boyfriend was thinking. 

you are just now realizing how he’s towering over you. his bicep is flexed as his grip behind you stands strong. prominent vines run up and down his arm. his eyes are blurred with something. something that tells you his thoughts are leaning down a similar road as yours.

he looks down and hooks his hand under your propped up knee. his thumbs drag along your skin. “relax.” he repeats. 

now you know exactly what he means. your boyfriend lives off of treating you like royalty. no matter what he always puts you and your pleasure first. and the way he buries himself between your thighs and feasting like it’s last meal makes you think he’s enjoying it more than you are.

the blood rushes to your head as your mind gets flooded with thoughts of seeing him like that; seeing him be so attentive, so submissive. and all of it just being for you. you could really use that about now.

before you can open your mouth to reply, eijiro gravitates his hand to hover over your clothed core. and though he doesn’t touch you directly, your breath still hitches. 

“like this.” eijiro confirms— though you were sure he knew that you knew what he meant —his warm breath tickling your skin. 

“eiji—“ you want to reason with yourself, to have an excuse. but fuck your boyfriend’s fingers, your boyfriend’s tongue, is way better than the lazy ‘thanks’ you would receive from hawks for completing the case file on time.

“can i?” he kisses the spot between your jawline and neck. your next breath in is mixed with a moan and you decide that this torture as gone on long enough.

“yeah, yeah go ahead. please.” you attempt to hide the undertone of neediness in your voice.

eijiro reels in your acceptance. he buckles down to his knees, big hands resting on the outer side of both your thighs. he doesn’t waste time prying your legs open and placing a kiss on top of your clit. the gesture seeps beneath the layers of clothing leaving a buzzing feeling swirling in your warmth. your chest arches up slightly as you take a deep breath. 

“sorry,” eijiro retreated, leaning his head on your thigh. “i won’t get ahead of myself.” he murmurs and your heart soars. he always takes his time with you— treating you like his prized possession. eijiro goes on to intricately kiss along your inner thighs and occasionally decorate them with pretty tooth marked petals. you hands floated to hold onto his hair, messaging it sweetly. every mark he left felt like a touch to the sun and your skin flourished in the burn. 

you groaned impatiently, “babe, please.” you brought up your other hand and caressed his cheeks. his gaze was filled with an aching kind of love, one that spoke of quiet promises and unshaken devotion. it sometimes still makes you nervous. “i want you now.” you breathed out.

eijiro urgently nodded and repositioned the two of you so he could easily peel off your shorts. he did so carefully. once the shorts slipped off your legs he folded them in half and put them on the coffee table behind him. 

he returned his face back to you to find you wiggle your hips, silently begging for some type of friction. eijiro licks his lips, soaking in the sight of you being so vulnerable underneath him. “having all of your attention,” eijiro sounds out of breath as he gradually takes your underwear off. “it’s all i want.” he lets out a strangled groan when your glistening slick is revealed. 

eijiro is lost for a minute. your whine at his staring causes his focus to come back. 

he puts your underwear off to the side and resumes his teasing kisses. working around your throbbing walls, “this is all i want.” he speaks into your skin, his words causing every inch of your body to react. “you’re all i want.” 

you can’t understand why eijiro feels the need to say all of this now. you know. you know how much he loves you. you know how much you mean to him. he had proven time and time again that you’re his number one. 

but still, you find yourself struck by his words. “eiji.” you whine. you tugged the hand that was tangled in his blazing hair and eijiro immediately halts. “please.”

“sorry babygirl,” he says and finally hooks both of his hands under your knees. he keeps a steady grip and pushes your legs back, completely exposed to your soaked pussy, “didn’t mean to make us wait.” 

he gives an experimental kiss to your clit before fully committing. his fingertips press into your skin as he leans forward and latches onto your bud. you let out a filthy moan at the contact. eijiro, wanting to pawn more of the sound out of you, does it again. your hands run to free the strands of hair blocking his view— mostly so you can get a better look of his face while his spit mixed in with your juices.

the room is suddenly full of sounds of squelching and soft moaning, both coming from you. eijiro is ruthless. his jaw is slacked open, licking up as much of you as he can. 

when he circles his tongue around your clit, your legs, that are hanging behind his shoulders, pull him in closer. eijiro’s eyes don’t leave your face, it was clear that he wanted to see how you reacted to every single touch. you throw your head back into the corner of the couch, absolutely hypnotized by the feeling of his tongue traveling so passionately inside of you.

“eiji you—.” you find that your ability to speak is gone, your words coming out as a whimper. 

your boyfriend doesn’t stop his assault on your pussy, fully immersed in you. your mouth— which you don’t remember leaving open —stings around the edges, feeling numb. eijiro slurps your wetness on his flat tongue. you shutter. 

and although your head is cloudy and you can barely focus, you know the boy thrives on praise and you feel the need to let him know how good he’s doing.  “you’re doing ah-amazing, baby.” you babble.

eijiro moans. you watch as his brows furrow and his hips buck against the couch below. the sight causes something in your stomach to coil. eijiro pulls away from your heat to trail kisses up your stomach. one of his hands moves from under your knee, dropping your leg on his shoulder and moving down to your folds. the contrast of his rough fingers to your soft skin was like a blade to silk. opposites, but somehow blending together perfectly.

and like he’s done dozens of times before, eijiro tips his finger into you, slowly. the movement never fails to drive you crazy. eijiro is careful— as always. you can see the focus flashing in his eyes as he inches his fingers deeper into you, engrossed in your glowing entrance. 

you blushed. you didn’t expect to take this this far, but you definitely weren’t complaining.

it doesn’t take long for you to adjust to the stretch and eijiro’s mouth is already off to licking your clit again as he adds another finger. your hips wiggle at the feeling of being full. your body tenses up for a moment and eijiro stops, but when you let out a satisfied sigh he continues. eijiro holds you steady as pumps his fingers in and out of your sex, deliciously stretching you open. at the same time his tongue, dripping in your taste and scent, laps over your folds.

eijiro rides your leg up higher and pulls away again. he leans into you,  “such a pretty girl.” he whispers against your thigh, still working his fingers inside you. “i love you,” he kisses your knee. “so so much. you know that?”

you nod your head aggressively, a half-cry, half-whimper leaving your lips. “i know.” you mumble. you feel lightheaded and your ears are starting to ring. your heart is racing but you don’t feel scared in eijiro’s presence, you feel blissful. “ah—i love you too.” 

eijiro takes the initiative to slip his fingers out, wanting you to finish on his tongue. you don’t waste time mourning on the absent feeling because eijiro is quick to fill you up again. 

he licks you up and down, his nose now becoming a part of the shiny mess. eijiro increases his speed and intensity as his nails print crescent moons in your flesh. 

the coil in your stomach grows tighter and tighter as your boyfriend mewled into your folds. through shaky breaths your titled your head up, watching him devour you, practically making out with your pussy. the sight manages to send you over the edge, pleasure blooming inside of you. “baby, i— i’m gonna..” your voice gets caught in your throat and your mind goes blank, solely focused on the enticing sensation.

“uh huh i know. go right ahead, precious.” eijiro drunkenly slurs into your wetness. 

the muscles in your thighs stiffen as your legs jerk up. the world around you seemed to fade, leaving only sensation— the sharp pull of ecstasy, the dizzying warmth of release. a broken string of moans and short heavy breaths jolt out from your gut, your white blood drained knuckles contrasting with your boyfriend's vibrant red hair.

eijiro’s mouth doesn’t stop until a couple of seconds later; licking you clean and littering kisses all over your now swollen lips. you heart is pounding so loud you could hear it’s rhythm thumping in your ears. your entire body has gone slack as your boyfriend stands up from his kneeling position.

you don’t get the chance to fully recover from your high before eijiro speaks up, “the case. it’s about the villian you and hawks took down in mandaree, right?”

you struggle to make out your boyfriend's words, “huh—?”

“don’t worry sweetheart. i’ll do it for you.” eijiro kisses your cheek, leans back, and then kisses your forehead. “alrighty, up!” without warning eijiro picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. he quickly makes his way to your bedroom. 

eijiro gently descends you onto the velvety sheet ontop of your bed. you squirm at the feeling of the cool sheet beneath you. a long exhale escapes your mouth. 

the bed dips down as eijiro crawls in beside you. it’s hard to ignore the trace of wetness clung to his mouth and dripping down his chin. the evidence of his work makes your stomach weakly tighten again. 

you press a thumb to his lips and wipe off the slick from his satisfied grin.   

eijiro takes this as an invitation. “sooo,” he rubs your arm, big eyes sparkling, “need some more help relaxing?”

i just stayed up writing it was i was in such a good flow

chapter two for maturity out in likeeee less than a day

i know ill find you one day .ᐟ

based off of this song

touya todoroki, your beloved childhood best friend, had passed away when you were just eleven. or at least, that’s what you were told. when the incident happened,, when he was assumed dead — you were devastated. he wasn’t just your best friend; he was your partner in crime, your safe place, and most importantly, your first love.

his loss changed everything. in the aftermath, you grew closer to the todoroki family. his mother welcomed you with open arms, holding you through nights when grief crawled into your chest and made it hard to breathe. she understood your pain in a way no one else could. you missed him deeply.

when you and touya first met, he’d confided in you, shared things he hadn’t even told his siblings. the bond had been instant — two broken kids finding comfort in each other’s company. you tried your best to understand the pain his father put him through, even if it was too big for either of you to make sense of. you made it your mission to bring joy into his life, even if just in little pieces. you wanted to remind him what being a kid was supposed to feel like.

but looking back, you both were doomed from the start.

so when it was reported that dabi — the infamous member of the league of villains — was actually touya todoroki... your touya todoroki… the world around you tilted.

you cried. a lot.

some tears were born from grief, others from joy, and many from sheer disbelief. it felt unreal, like someone had ripped open a wound you’d spent years trying to stitch shut.

anxiety coursed through your veins.

was it really him? was he still the same boy you had loved? did he even remember you? what if he was nothing like the touya you knew?

those thoughts haunted you for weeks. it wasn’t until recently that you learned he’d been placed in a rehab facility — something about endeavor pulling strings to lessen his punishment. trying to save his appearance.

truthfully, touya had never stopped thinking about you either. through the years, your memory followed him like a ghost. sometimes soft. sometimes aching. but always there.

he wondered about you often.

did you hate him? had you moved on? what if you didn’t recognize him — what if all you saw now was the monster he became?

but the moment he was cleared and able to return home, the first thing he asked about was you.

when you got the news he was home, you waited. longer than you wanted to. fear kept you stuck in place. anticipation and doubt battled inside your chest every time you thought about seeing him again.

when you finally did, it was nothing short of bittersweet.

his eyes met yours, and they still held that same quiet intensity—the same storm you used to see in them as kids. you ran to him before your mind could catch up, and he immediately melted into you, arms wrapping around your frame like he needed to make sure you were real.

he whispered over and over, “m’ sorry,” and “missed you s’ much,” voice cracking with every word.

it didn’t feel real. and yet, it felt like coming home.

the two of you talked for hours, and it was like no time had passed at all.

of course, the elephant in the room remained — he had become a villain. he had done things you couldn’t ignore. and he feared you'd look at him differently, that you'd be repulsed. but you couldn’t hate him. not even if you tried.

you weren’t going to pretend nothing had happened, but you also weren’t going to hold his past against him. you knew his trauma ran deep, that the pain that turned him into dabi was never his fault to begin with.

all you wanted now was to show him he was still the boy you loved.

you started coming around every day. on some nights, you stayed over — afraid that if you left, you might lose him all over again. he was still hesitant, still unable to believe someone could love him after everything.

but you were patient.

because underneath the pain, the scars, the fire and ash, he was still touya. still your touya.

one night, as you laid beside him, tracing the burns on his arm with the tips of your fingers, he whispered something so soft you almost missed it.

“when i left... i didn’t know where i was going. i didn’t know who i was gonna become. but even back then... i told myself, i know i’ll find you one day. and here you are.”

you blinked back tears and pressed your forehead to his —looking at him like he never stopped being yours.

it wasn’t perfect. there were still doubts. still moments of silence that stretched too long. still nightmares he didn’t talk about and questions you didn’t always ask.

but now that you finally made your way back to each other, you both knew — you were going to be okay.

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"tomura," your teeth are gritted tight enough to feel your jaw ache, "you need to actually try walking."

instead, his arm slings around your shoulders tighter. he stumbles beside you, heavy footsteps make it clear he's more than just buzzed. you probably should've stopped him a couple drinks ago-- but he was having fun. and tomura had always told you that he could handle his alcohol.

that was a lie.

to be fair, dabi's not doing much better. he is atleast walking by himself; but he sways from side to side every so often and when he pauses to look back at you and tomura he stumbles on the balls of his feet. you think the only reason dabi is still upright is because he was given the sole responsibility to carry your heels back to the room-- drunk dabi was determined to see the task through.

tomura's nose finds your hair, his lips graze the shell of your ear when he speaks and he reeks of alcohol. "you smell good," he mumbles. his hand is heavy and all too light as it traces the curve of your hip along your dress.

"and you smell like you're plastered," you reply, grunting as you heave him over your shoulder into a better position. tomura hiccups in response-- seemingly unbothered by the action. his hand continues to travel along the slopes and curves of your figure, pressed tight due to his legs refusing to work.

"hey--" dabi turns back, his brows are knitted together into some petulant frown. your heels dangle by his middle and ring finger, and he uses them to point towards tomura in an accusing fashion. "can you wait until we're in the room before you start fondling our girlfriend?"

tomura huffs, the puff of air blowing past your ear and pushing some of your hair. "'m not fondling."

your eyes narrow as you continue forward, fixing dabi with a glare. tomura and yourself pass by him and dabi's eyes do not leave yours for a second. "don't antagonize him," your voice is low and strained with the weight of supporting tomura.

at this point, tomura's nice white dress shirt is loose-- the tie is unknotted and dangles against his chest. he stole a hairtie from your purse earlier and pulled his hair up, but some strands still hang in front of his eyes. dabi's halfway undressed as well-- the sleeves of the turtleneck are pushed up to his elbows and he's untucked from the slacks you picked out for him earlier.

and it was a simple PLF event. it was supposed to be.

the skin of your ass is suddenly warm-- dabi's hand is firm on the opposite cheek where you aren't carrying tomura. your cheeks flush-- but your embarassment is outweighed with mild irritation. before you can open your mouth to scold him, dabi's head dips next to yours. his breath is warm, and while both men smell heavily of alcohol, dabi has that lingering smoky scent that mixes a little too well.

"if he gets to touch you, so do i," he mumbles into your ear. there's an underlying command in his tone and it forces your mouth to stay shut.

whatever, you're thinking to yourself. whatever gets us to the room faster and in one piece.

with these two idiots, that statement proved harder than you truly thought it was. at least either of them won’t remember a thing in the morning.

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OMMGGG BLOOM YOUR KIRISHIMA FIC IS SO SO CUTE ISHSJSJSHSHSJSHSHBS

as a flower lover myself I love when people put it into stories BUT THE WAY YOU DID IT IS SOOOOO KSJSKSJ LETS JUST KISS ATP

AWW THANK YOUU WILLOW IM GLAD YOU LIKED IT 🤗🤗🤗

i’m gonna cast a spell on u and turn u into a sonny angel so this’ll be us

also what’s ur favorite flower i’ll mail u a handmade bouquet

do you think that when bakugo leaves the common room at an ungodly early hour, kirishima stands to go with him. do you think bakugo waits for him by the stairs. do you think they brush their teeth together even though kiri will be up for another two hours at least. do you think at the beginning of this little ritual, they said goodnight at the door, but now when bakugo enters his room, kirishima follows. do you think bakugo climbs into bed and kirishima jokes about following him in, about falling asleep at eight fucking thirty like an old man. he won’t of course. it’s a school night, and they have schedules to maintain. the space is still open in the bed anyway. do you think kiri kisses his eyelids and his knuckles and his forehead. do you think he pauses there. do you think they both don't want him to. do you think kirishima tucks him in, holding bakugo in the way he hasn’t allowed since he was small. do you think bakugo keeps him there longer than necessary, stretching the limit on what he considers an appropriate bedtime for just a second more of whatever this is. do you think kirishima knows he's going to hurt his back by bending over for so long, but he doesn't let go until bakugo does. do you think kirishima tells him to call me if you need anything, no matter what. do you think he says that every night. do you think bakugo calls. do you think kiri makes sure the little lamp that is not a fucking night light is on and the balcony doors are locked before he goes. do you think he gives bakugo one more kiss. do you think bakugo feels the safest he ever has.

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ok so i’m on episode two of fallout and the different story lines are kinda overstimulating me but it’s ok cus ella purnells beautiful doe eyes calm me down