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hii seraph!! kiss kiss
i saw that u wanna some more request so i was thinking you could do musical headcanons with the mha boys!
so maybe like do what genre of music/artists they listen to and what instruments (if any) you think they’d play, stuff like that. feel free to add anything else you think fits!
ok that’s all i know you’ll do great bye bye ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜
omg hi this is so fun ! since u didn't specify which ones i did all the mha boys i write for ! hope this is okay ( ≧ᗜ≦)
contains k. takami , s. aizawa , t. todoroki , t. shigaraki , s. todoroki , i. midoriya , t. iida , e. kirishima , k. bakugo , h. sero , d. kaminari , h. shinso
hawks ⋆˚✿˖°
i feel like he listens to megan thee stallion but that might just be because of the edits i've seen of him to her songs
new jeans !!!!!
he def seems like he'd listen to sabrina carpenter ( me too king )
i don't think he'd have time to learn any instruments because of his role as a hero
but maybe after the war he'd pick something up to pass time !!
if he did i feel like he gives acoustic guitar vibes
aizawa ⋆˚✿˖°
i don't feel like he'd listen to music often
i feel like if he did he'd either listen to lofi or older / chill romance songs
like frank sinatra
but again i don't think he'd listen to music often
he would not know any instruments
i just don't think he'd have much interest in it
dabi ⋆˚✿˖°
he'd listen to emo music and other rock / punk / hardcore music
some examples from the music i listen to include :
custer by slipknot
wolf in sheep's clothing by set it off
hero killer by piercetheskies ( kinda funny cuz it references stain in the song LMAO )
my chemical romance in general
i'm sorry he just gives emo kid vibes so bad
i could see him playing either electric guitar , bass , or drums in a quirkless au ( or maybe all three )
shigaraki ⋆˚✿˖°
he seems like he'd listen to entirely alt music
big mother mother enjoyer
or bo burnam
a lot of the hated artists he would listen to
the more experimental / weird the more he likes it
he seems like he'd know how to play those weird keyboards ??? i think it's called a synth ?????
shoto ⋆˚✿˖°
i think he'd mostly listen to classical music
like mozart
half because that's what he listened to as he grew up and also half because he just genuinely enjoys it
also the occasional lofi song
but i also don't think he'd listen to music often
i think he'd know how to play classical piano and cello
because his dad made him learn
izuku ⋆˚✿˖°
idk why but he's giving me 2000s white girl club music
like zara larson ( i just wanna be part of your SYMPHONYYYYYY )
or girly pop kpop groups
or kpop in general
i feel like i could see him being a p1harmony stan
i don't think he'd know any instruments
i feel like he'd want to but he just never got around to learning any
iida ⋆˚✿˖°
another classical music enjoyer
except he just fully enjoys it
i think he'd listen to pop on occasion when his classmates turned it on
but otherwise just classical
i feel like he'd know cello
he just seems like a cello player
kirishima ⋆˚✿˖°
he is definitely a country music enjoyer
that one singing clip of him solidified it for me LMAO
he'd also vibe with pop music, he'd just listen to country more
also gives everyone's recommendations at least one chance
he'd feel so bad if he didn't
i could see him playing some type of guitar !!!
bakugo ⋆˚✿˖°
i think he'd like rap in public
but behind closed doors
the most girly pop you could ever imagine
like i'm talking chappell roan and sabrina carpenter
he's a closeted swiftie
he canonically plays drums and i feel like that's all he'd play
i think he likes them because he gets to hit something without having repercussions if that makes sense
like it's just a good opportunity to get out his anger safely
sero ⋆˚✿˖°
i genuinely think he listens to everything
like listens to them equally too
and he gives people recommendations all the time and every time they're literally perfect
they'd match the person he gave them to PERFECTLY
i think he'd play acoustic guitar !!!
it just fits his vibe so well ( and it would be so hot )
denki ⋆˚✿˖°
my man DEFINITELY listens to girly pop music
and he has ZERO SHAME about it
he will be screaming the lyrics to twice songs proudly
or dancing to sabrina carpenter with you
like he is a PROUD stan
and he canonically plays electric guitar but unfortunately i don't think he would play anything else
but i don't think he'd be a bad singer
like not great but not bad by any means
shinso ⋆˚✿˖°
i think he'd listen to chase atlantic
and the neighborhood
solely because he has the same energy as my friend who listens to them
he also listens to similar alternative artists
and can't forget about the emo music !!!
he too is an emo boy and you can't change my mind
i think he'd play bass and he'd be a pretty good singer !!!!
literally me with hanta but i have only one work of him
before i started writing for mha i was sad at the lack of amajiki content here and i was like. i will make things Right. i will be an amajiki light of hope in the dark abysmal drought. and look at me now… not one amajiki smau. i need to correct this issue
hai bloom thought of u 🙊
do not pull this photo up unless u want me to go FERAL
guys whatever u do DONT watch your name 🙅♀️
i just watched your name for the first time and omfg im sobbing like hello
congrats on 1k!!! can you please make a smau with shinso or sero x reader but the is oblivious to their crush so they just end up confessing because they’re tired of the reader not picking up hints/flirting
stupidly oblivious
s.hanta
-in which he gets tired of your not picking up on his hints (i will do shinso too if you so wish)
ᯓ★ boyfriend hcs
boyfriend hcs h. sero
you're never around him and NOT laughing
genuinely so funny
remembers all your anniversaries
comes up with the perfect date ideas that you'd never think of ???
playing roblox with him would be so fun
i think he'd love playing roblox with you
and matching avatars 😼
if you ever need song recommendations he's your guy
would listen to almost every genre , not rlly picky
would treat your pets like your kids if you had any
your little siblings love him
he'd be the fun uncle
⋆˚࿔ maroon stains : part one here
authors note: if you spot the lady bird reference i love you
word count: 2.5k
the weekend had rolled over as quickly as the breeze on that winter morning. it was tuesday, which meant most classes would be focused on one-to-one hand combat and critical thinking strategies. memories of the impulsive bet made days ago had almost faded from your mind.
almost.
you were adjusting the zipper on your hero costume when mina’s chin suddenly found itself comfortably resting upon your shoulder. “guess what!” she shouted, her voice echoing throughout the fighting ground walls.
you looked up and over your other shoulder to see denki struggling to stand still behind you.
immediately, you became suspicious.
you nodded towards denki, signaling him to spit out whatever it is he had to say.
“class b is joining us today!” denki’s face lit up as the words rushed out of his mouth. he wiggled his eyebrows while you took a couple of seconds to process his words.
“class b..?” you quoted. your eyebrows were quick to furrow when you looked over to the entrance door to see class b’s students filing into the room. “oh no, please.” you groaned. maybe you managed to (at least try to) tuck away the bet deep in your mind but you knew for sure your two friends didn’t.
“class a, class b, listen up!” mr. aizawas' voice echoed in a similar way to minas, just groggier. both classes gathered around him, everyone standing with their friends. you glanced over at shinsou who was standing next to monoma with his arm crossed.
you turned away, not wanting to risk catching his gaze.
“so!” mr. kan stood tall next to mr. aizawa, putting his hands together. “today we will be…”
class b’s homeroom teacher went on to explain the sparring activity. you tried to listen but it was hard when mina and denki hovered over your shoulder like a tiny little angel and devil— though in this scenario they are both the devils.
you could practically feel their eyes drinking in the view of the shinsou and you had no doubt that shinsou could feel it too.
still, you joined them, really taking a moment to look at the boy.
you had first interacted with shinsou all the way back at the sports festival when he was still a general studies student. when he joined the hero class, when you were in your second year, you two became more acquainted. of course you knew his quirk, his basic fighting styles: what he’s good at and what he can improve on. and thanks to a couple of smoking sessions— never one on one —you knew he had a love for cats and badly made indie films.
you found yourself wondering if you’d know more things about him after this. like his morning routine or how he decorated his room.
observing him now you can really see how tousled his lavender hair is and how his eyes lay low and firm. his fingers played along the hem of his binding scarf. he let his eyes flicker from the scarf's hem, to his teacher, and then to mr. aizawa. his expression fell into a more serious one, and you found yourself having to forcibly pry your eyes off of him. geez.
you brought your focus back to mr. aizawa, just in time to hear him say, “you can pick your sparring partner. but if i see one person fooling around, the whole class will be writing a paper instead.”
“ou ou! mr. aizawa! i have a question!” denki jumped, holding onto your shoulder and waving his hands dramatically. “can we work with someone from the other class?” he serenaded, nudging his shoulder with yours.
mr. aizawa’s face fell for a moment before he took a deep sigh, “yes you may. but you must behave or it’s three more papers to write.” his tone was stern. denki pumped his fist in the air, declaring victory. “now go find a partner.”
mina shook you aggressively from your shoulders, temporally swirling your vision. you couldn’t get a chance to focus out of your dizziness before she yelped, “here's your chance!”. she grinned as she pushed you forward and in shinsou’s direction. “help me!” she ushered denki to her side and they both began pushing you towards shinsou, giggling as they did.
“are we really sure this is a good— oh, hi shinsou!” you exclaimed. after being grabbed and practically dragged you suddenly found yourself in front of the mysterious boy. you attempted to grounding yourself as denki and mina crept backwards. you and shinsou both silencely waited for them.
when they were a safe distance away shinsou spoke, “l/n,” he voice was deep, deeper than you remember. it scratched your brain in a way you didn’t want to think about.
“shinsou,” you stupidly repeat, the word just slipping out of your mouth. “let’s partner up.” you rushed, trying to cover up the way his name tasted in your mouth. “if you want to.” you added. you wanted to be assertive, not pushy.
his eyes soften when you speak but they don’t have trouble finding their way back into a moderate scold. he glanced back at monoma before looking at you again, “sure.” he says, and you swear his voice is not as uninterested as it usually is.
you decide it wouldn’t hurt to let yourself think that he isn’t totally put off by the idea.
you hear a faint cheer in the distance and already know it came from denki because of the way mina started loudly shushing him.
you glance back, “ah sorry, my friends are dorks.” you say through a sucked in breath. you could feel the tip of your ears burn.
“just talk to him, be your normal self. and i bet he’ll fall for you!” you sighed as mina’s words looped in your mind. just act natural.
shinsou examined your face before replying, something in his demeanor changing. “i don’t mind.” he hung his head, shaking it slightly. you could see a small smile appearing on his face, like he was grinning out of pure disbelief.
“once you’ve found your partner, please reserve a training station!” mr. van shouted.
you and shinsou made your way over to the station located at the every corner of the training grounds. the ground familiarly crunched underneath your boot as you entered the rocky terrain. you placed a firm foot on the ground, searching for a comfortable stance. a couple feet across from you shinsou did the same.
once you find your balance you look up, “are you ready?”
shinsou shook his shoulders a couple of times, loosing up. “yeah, i’m ready.” he announced. he had a shining glint in his eyes, the reflection boasting in confidence. he’s definitely ready.
“alright. three, two—“ before the last number was able to leave your mouth there was a loud noise.
the— surprisingly —old speaker sputtered as it announced, “may mei hatsume please make her way down to the principal's office.” a disappointed voice spoke from the speakers.
hatsume.. it’s probably another law violation.
you brought your attention back to shinsou and your pending match, only to see that shinsou's confident stance had become a hunched over one.
“shit, what happened?” you hurried over to him, immediately getting down on his level. you placed a hand on his back and another on shoulder and tried to see if he had any physical injuries.
u.a. had always taught its students to be wary of other’s quirks and how the outside world may affect quirks in ways you wouldn’t expect. so maybe that maybe the speakers had an effect on shinsou’s mind quirk, it wouldn’t be totally out of line.
your eyes ran across shinsou’s body, landing on his face which was in an awful grimace. “was it the speakers?” you murmured, making sure not to speak too loudly.
shinsou nodded, bringing and hand up to rub his forehead. “i’m fine.” he muttered. your grip on his tighten as you encouraged him to stand up. shinsou’s straightened his posture with a groan. eventually, he lifted his head up, his cloudy eyes finding yours.
his cheeks were slightly flushed. his pupils were just barely, but noticeably, dilated. his expression was still slightly scrunched up but when he caught your eye, his face went soft again. and for the second time you found yourself having to pull your eyes away from his.
when you did, you noticed blood seeping from his nose.
“your nose—“
shinsou’s eyes widen, “oh shit—“ he reacted swiftly and threw his head back, his hand cupping over his nose.
you understood the headache, but the nosebleed? right when you made eye contact. what did he think when your eyes locked? was it crazy enough to get such a reaction out of him?
the fantasy bubble inflating inside your head was sudden to pop.
“i get nosebleeds.” shinsou stifled out, digging into his pocket and pulling out a tissue. “sorry if it scared you.” he said as wiped the blood off of his upper lip.
“oh no! it didn’t scare me at all!” you waved your hands defensively.
obviously, he gets frequent nosebleeds. you couldn’t believe you really were letting your mind grow foggy with all the stuff mina and denki were talking about the other day.
“i was just worried.” you finished after a couple of seconds, your words steadily dwindling into a mutter.
shinsou raised a brow, taking an obvious observation in your strange behavior. he glanced over his shoulder where the emergency doors were located. he turned back to you, “i should really go to the infirmary. recovery girl says i should report to her immediately everytime something like this happens because of my quirk.”
“even a nosebleed?” you question, “i mean those are pretty minor—“
“yes.” he insisted, “even a nosebleed, now come on.” shinsou didn’t wait for an answer. instead, he grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the exit of the grounds.
once you were on the other side of the emergency doors you furrowed your brows, “if you needed to go to recovery girl then why'd we leave from the emergency exit and not the main one?” you are hesitant, something wasn’t adding up. but still, you followed close beside him.
shinsou stifled a laugh, “so you’re not stupid?”
“what?” you stopped in your tracks, feeling offended. not only was shinsou not romantically interested in you but he also seemed to not like you at all. stupid bet, stupid results.
shinsou laughed out loud this time, “i mean, mina, and denki. they couldn’t be any louder.” shinsou crossed his arms, “so they made you partner with me? really?” his tone was mostly teasing, a cheesy grin colored his face.
“i —“ you found yourself at a loss for words. shinsous attitude had changed into one you’d never seen before, but it made sense. every part of your body seemed to burn under his gaze.
“you heard that.” you said weakly.
shinsou nodded his head.
“well technically..” you attempted to stall for an excuse but none came. “they didn’t make me… it— it was a bet.” you finally confessed.
shinsou raised his brows like he was being greatly amused. he bit his inner cheek as he nodded his head, “that’s not even original.” he commented.
“i’m sorry, this is so stupid—”
“chill out. i didn’t come out here to like, interrogate you,” he said. he leaned against the wall, arms still crossed. “honestly i think it’s pretty cute that you thought i got a nosebleed because of you.”
your entire body immediately flushed hot.
“i didn’t!” you shouted, but the quiver in your voice unmasked your true feelings. “in my defense, i always thought you’re actually pretty cool!”
“oh yeah?” shinsou pushed.
letting your emotions control over your logic you took the bait, “yeah! this was just me making an effort for us to actually become friends!” though you were repeating hanta’s excuse from the day before, you found that the words felt true now.
the echo you left in the empty hall snapped you out of your emotional daze. your face darken as you shriveled down into yourself. “this whole thing was stupid.. just forget it. sorry if i hurt your feelings.” you turned away slightly, not wanting shinsou to see how humiliated you felt. this whole scenario had gotten out of hand and you recognized the fact that you may have slightly overreacted.
it was shinsou fault for having a stupidly alluring presence.
it’s your fault for needing a bet to have enough courage to talk to him.
when shinsou didn’t reply right away you glanced back at him. his eyes had softened, the same way they did when you first went up to him. the same way they did when you ushered to his aid a couple minutes ago.
“hey,” he said, his voice soft. his body seemed less tense as he took a step towards you. “i’m not mad,” he scoffed, “it’s really not that serious.”
“was that supposed to reassure me?” your tone was light. you didn’t want to bite back too much, after all this was your fault. but you were still reasonable angry.
shinsou let out an airy laugh, “yeah, i know i’m not the best at that stuff.” he stuffed his hand inside his pockets as he finally stood by your side. “but i didn’t call you out here to just laugh at you.” he spoke as if you were fragile and would break if he uttered a word too loud. “did you really think my outfit was nice?”
you knew exactly what he was referencing. the end of the year party all classes had thrown a couple of months ago.
you had to bite back a smile recalling the memory. he had worn baggy dark wash jeans and a graphic tee from the band, ‘pearl jam’. you stumbled over to him, drink in hand. the cheap mix of various convenience store alcohol gave you the courage to comment on your matching t-shirts. that night he laughed, and you considered it a victory.
“just be yourself.”
“that was a while ago.” you settled on saying, glancing at his face.
he looked at the window ahead, “feels like yesterday the way i keep thinking about it.”
you took a deep breath, knowing what he was hinting at.
“i know you just said you thought i was cool,” he said, finally locking his eyes on you again. “could you let me confirm that?” his head tilted slightly as he asked, his tone careful.
you turned to fully face him and considered your options. cool guy, awesome quirk, and surprisingly a pretty cheesy. he couldn’t be more of your type. you searched his deep velvet eyes for a sign of regret, untruthfulness, anything that would force you to walk away.
but you felt the corners of your lips curl up into a smile as more red peek out from his nose. you pointed at his dripping nose, “you sure it was the speakers?” your tone was playfully cocky. you had made your decision.
“fuck—“
⋆˚࿔ when courage calls
when a stupid bet leads to you try and befriend hitoshi shinsou
contains: the typical bet trope but spun around, pre-relationship, mutual pining, implied bi!reader, gn!reader, bi!denki mentioned (projecting sorry)
authors note: part one is the set up so u don’t have to read it.
(i got carried away writing out reader, denki, mina, and hanta's friendship dynamic not sorry)
part two is when reader interacts with shinsou.
part one word count: 1.2k
total word count: 3.7k
you lay lopsided on the class a common room couch. the sun had already set leaving you and your friends in a comfortably dim lit space. hanta slouched on the couch close beside you, toothpick twiddling along as lip as he scrolled on his phone. mina was sitting against the couch, hands drawn up to play with the ends of your hair.
“whaattt do you mean?” the pink girl raised her head to focus on denki’s words, eyes slowly dragging away from your hair and to him. you had been trying to tune out their conversation and relax, but denki’s loudness and mina’s love for drama made it very difficult to be incurious about.
denki scrambled to sit up from his starfish-like position on the ground and leaned closer to the two of you, “i can always tell when someone has a crush!” he pointed his finger up confidently. “like mr. yamada! he totally likes sensei aizawa!” he exclaimed. you lifted your head, propping it on the palm of your hand. you were interested now.
mina doubled over in laughter, “you’re kidding right?” she giggled, “they’re literally married!” she giggled. denki’s face dropped and mina snorted. you couldn’t help but laugh with her.
“seriously?” denki muttered to himself, shaking his head.
you nodded as hanta spoke up, “they told us when we were like first years man.” he confirmed, barely glancing up from his phone.
“well still! i just had a feeling before you even told me so! my instincts are totally right!” he defended, crossing his arms in all seriousness.
“yeah?” mina grinned, leaning in his direction. “then can your instincts tell me who i had a crush on when we were first years?” she challenged.
denki’s eyes immediately sparked, “that’s obvious. it was kiri right?”
mina shook her head and tilted it back to look at you. she flashed you with a silly upside grin and it clicked.
“me?” you thought out loud, your body unconsciously moving to sit up straighter.
“yeah!” mina said casually, leaving you assumed to was a tiny ‘friend’ crush– she has a lot of those. “and i wasn’t the only one.” she chirped. again, very casually.
“what the fuck, who?” denki squawked, his brisk ‘don’t care’ attitude fading away.
“god, you're nosy.” hanta laughed from behind his screen. “i’m pretty sure we all knew shoto liked y/n too.”
mina was quick to raise a brow, alongside you, “shoto..?” her nose scrunched up as she thought. “i mean, i’d believe it.” she shrugged.
“you don’t remember?” hantas question was targeted to mina. “that one time he asked us if we thought y/n would like to get a bouquet of flowers.” hanta nudged you with his foot and he wiggled his shoulders.
“it was right after we moved into the dorms, i thought it was a welcoming gift!” you blattered out. it was true. you vividly remember how he gave you the flowers and a very out-of-character hug. now that you were recalling the moment you could see the signs. his nervous sputtering, his tinted cheeks. were you really this oblivious?
“right. a welcome gift that he only gave you.” mina said in a serious tone. a flush of embarrassment crept up across your cheeks. “anyways, i was talking about jiro, not shoto.” mina said. “she had it bad. god don’t get me started with the love songs.” she dramatically groaned and the blood ran to your cheeks. you rested a cool hand on your face, attempting to ground yourself.
“wait so,” denki pointed to hanta, “shoto,” he then pointed to mina, “and jiro both liked y/n?” he affirmed.
“this is news for me too.” you muttered, the wave of hotness rush over your entire body now. “no way that’s real, right?” you forced yourself to laugh and dipped your head towards mina.
“oh those lyrics were definitely real,” mina shuttered as she rubbed your arm “but really, you’re a total catch babe! none of this is surprising.” she patted you.
“that is so not fairrr,” denki whined from across you. he leaned onto the couch behind him, throwing his head back and raising his hands. “how can y/n pull girls and guys and i can’t even rizz up shinsou.”
“because you're stupid?” hanta replied.
at the same time mina said, “because you— wait you’re trying to get with shinsou? like purple hair, mind quirk shinsou?”
for a moment you seriously considered going back to tuning out the conversation.
together, the three of you glanced at denki. he just shrugged. “i mean i offered to do his physics homework.”
mina hung onto his words, “and..?”
“and i might have forgotten to do it… but i still!” there was a stumble in his voice, “i tried!”
“that is not how you flirt with someone denki,” you laughed, deciding you'd play into the light teasing. “you do know that right?”
denki let out a short huff, muttering, “like you could do better.”
hanta barked out a laugh, “they probably could.”
“oh yeahh they definitely could hanta.” denki mocked, sticking out his tongue to the raven haired boy.
“dumbass i’ll tape—!“ hanta tried to argue, body moving to lunge up from his spot on the couch but mina stopped him before he could. a shit-eating grin spread across denki's face.
“guys, guys,” her voice hung in the air, catching both the boys' attention. “how about we make a bet out of this?” she peered at you, a curious look splattered across her face.
you mirrored her expression, “a bet? really? that’s kind of cliche don’t you think?” you looked to your other two friends, who had simmered down surprisingly quick. you studied the expressions on their faces, cursing yourself for becoming friends with the nosiest people at ua. (it takes one to know one)
“that wouldn’t be hero like…” you said, your tone leaning indecisive. “i mean, leading him on.. that’s wrong.”
mina was fast to shut down the paranoia slithering in your mind. “you don’t have to like woo him per se,” she playfully started. “just talk to him, be your normal self. and i bet he’ll fall for you!” you could almost see the cogwheels turning in her head as she spoke. mina’s imagination was prone to soar, especially when it came to anything relationship related.
“and i bet he won’t!” denki shot up.
“i…” you bit your lip nervously. you had only spoken to shinsou a handful of times, never overstepping the boundary between classmates and friends. let alone anything romantic.
“hey, if he doesn’t end up liking you then it’s no harm to him,” hanta coaxed. “if this fails you could just consider it as making a new friend.” he shrugged.
“but i bet he won’t!” denki added in a hushed voice.
“shush!” mina said harshly to denki. she turned back to you, “only do it if you want to, okay?” she said.
technically it wouldn’t be wrong. you could just hang out with shinsou, see if he seems to show the tiniest bit of interest in you, and then act totally casual and cool about it if he does! nothing could go wrong there.
“as long as it doesn’t go too far.” you faltered.
“okay!” mina squealed. “one week from monday is the deadline.” the boys nodded in agreement and everyone melted back into the amiable atmosphere.
you removed your head from your hand and stretched back onto the couch below you, wondering what you just gotten yourself into.
part two here
do bloggers have twitter like should i be getting that
btw when i was in third grade my teacher said that i use the word “said” too much when i would write stories
that has stuck with me ever since
guys mind u everytime i’m interacting with anything i’m also high and doomscrolling fanart.
ᯓ★ catfish
catfish k. kozume
in which kenma finally meets his online best friend and crush , whom his friend , kuroo , is convinced is a catfish , only to realize they're so much better in person
kenma sat at a table in his favorite cafe, secretly excited to finally meet the person he had been chatting with for so long.
his friend, kuroo, had insisted to come along, the rooster haired boy badly disguised at a nearby table, trying to remain secretive, though his act just made him stand out more.
the blonde boy huffed out a sigh at his friend's obvious spying, slouching down in his seat, pulling his nintendo 3ds further over his face as he attempted to distract himself.
only a few moments later he heard a familiar voice clear their throat, looking up to see the person he had been texting and calling for months standing in front of him.
"hey," he shyly mumbles at the beaming smile in front of him, setting down his gaming console.
"it's nice to finally see you in person!" they replied eagerly, sitting down across from him.
"yeah," he quietly replied, shooting off a quick text to his friend.
told you they were real.
bf!kiri thoughts..
authors note: not sure if this is a drabble or headcanons.. but!!! i love boyfriend kiri like ugh i have so many more hc..if u guys wanna hear more please tell me..also requests r open for kiri content <3 m.list
bf!kiri who hits the gym religiously, but when he skips a session? You can bet he's compensating by hoisting you over his shoulders, settling you right atop his neck. His large hands grip your thighs firmly, and if that’s not enough, he’ll have you sitting criss-cross applesauce, eagerly sharing all the latest gossip. As He grunts through the effort, still managing to respond with playful affirmations like “Oh yeah, babe” or “That guy’s a bum.” And don’t even get him started on your exes—he has plenty to say about them!
bf!kiri who twirls around the room with you to Sabrina Carpenter, belting out silly lyrics using your pink hello kitty hairbrush as a microphone, And when 2000s emo bands come on? .. safe to say the neighbors are calling in for a noise complaint!
bf!kiri who loves having you ride him in the car, one hand splayed across your back while the other grips the soft flesh of your thigh. If you tire, he’ll bounce you up and down, showering you with praise about how well you're doing—even though he’s doing most of the work.
bf!kiri who tenderly asks, “Want me to hide it?” whenever tears spill down your cheeks. He cups your face with one hand and gently covers your eyes with the other, shielding your tears because he knows how much you despise them.
bf!kiri who crumples to the floor in embarrassment, face aflame as he curls into a fetal position, hiding his face from you, whenever you called him by his first name for the first time.
bf!kiri who showers you in incessant praise until you're left breathless and soaked; his mouth alone sends you spiraling over the edge (in more ways then one), he’ll coo sweet nothings into your ear and sloppy kisses on your neck, while holding your trembling body as you come off the aftershocks of pleasure.
bf!kiri who wears his “I love my girlfriend” shirt religiously—seriously, it never leaves his body.
bf!kiri who concocts “potions” (as he calls it) from all your shower products, emerging with soapy flat hair and a towel draped loosely around his frame as he eagerly asks you to rate his potions (don’t worry; he always stocks your shower full when he's done).
bf!kiri who is impossibly clingy—so glued to your side that when you're together in bed, he buries his head beneath your shirt. He’d crawl under your skin if he could.
In the shower?, don’t worry he’ll sit on the toilet, handing you any products you need, while recounting his day. For gods sake, this man will drench himself in your perfume while you're away because he misses you so much.
p.s i wrote this in like 15 mins and hate it.
sike guys i decided
SHINSOU POST COMING UP 😛😛
me staring at the request in my inbox… me looking at all my ideas in my notes app…. “omg! i literally have nothing to write”
literally
i post smut it gets sooo many likes i post fluff i get NOTHING.. sigh i shall write smut for u all now ..
ok so do i write more fanfiction or do my creative writing assignment…
i’ve been posting too many smaus i need to go back to my roots
drabbles coming soon … mwahahahah
someone needs to teach me how to do art PLEASE
hiii bloom :c i looove ur work and was wondering if i could request a kirishima smau like boyfriend texts orrrr maybe a smau of kirishima x shy reader and like he's so infatuated w her but she lwk comes off as rude or what not bc her anxiety and yeahh BUT they do get tg and ugh im rambling do as u like !!! kisses 4 u xo 🩷🩷🩷
⋆˚࿔ gently yours
contains: gn!reader but feminine compliments, fluff, leads to established relationship
authors note: hii lotus my beautiful flower thank u for requesting!! everytime i write for kiri my heart does backflips hes such a cutie. he definitely would text you and then throw his phone across the room ugh i love him
fem!kamibaku request 🌸
CAN WE PLEASEEEE GET DENKI WITH “get on ur knees” WHERE HE GETS US TO BJ IN THE SCHOOL BATHROOMS OR SOMETHING?? I WOULD LOVEEEE THANKYOU
authors note - hey sweetpea!! i try to avoid making my characters students in nsfw content, so i added a little twist and made denki a soccer player, bluelock is taking over my life ><
here’s the valentine’s day event, there’s still prompts available!! ⊹. warnings - nsfw content
“stupid stupid stupid!” you muttered to yourself as you ripped off your boyfriends, (now-ex) soccer jersey, the same one you proudly wore this afternoon to cheer him on from the stands, while he dribbled the soccer ball across the field, “i’m such an idiot!” you threw the jersey onto the bathroom floor as you washed your face, the memory from seconds ago, playing over and over in your head, the girl your ex-boyfriend ran to and kissed.
hell, he didn’t even look at you. you looked like an idiot wearing his jersey, he made you look like a lovesick fan. you could never forgive him for that, ever.
“something bothering your pretty face?” the voice came from behind you, your eyes darted to the mirror infront of you, pairing a face to the voice.
denki kaminari.
your ex-boyfriends rival.
“fuck off” denki walked towards you, you hated how calm he looked, for someone who just lost the biggest game of his life.
“so hostile..” denki closed the space between you two as he pushed your hair behind your ear, “stupid boyfriend of yours can’t treat you right or something?”
“none of your fucking business!” you screamed, each word with more animosity that than the previous one.
“i’d never treat you like that ya’know” denki leaned against the bathrooms sink, as he crossed his arms against his chest, watching you with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.
“oh yeah?” you looked at him with a glint in your eyes, that wasn’t the answer he was expecting, taking him by surprise.
“heck yeah, let me show you how a real man treats his girl hm?” he caressed your cheek, as his thumb rubbed circles onto the apple of your cheek, dragging you towards one of the cubicles, a click followed, making sure the door was shut close.
“get on your knees.” denki pulled his sweats down, rock-hard against his boxers, you could make out how big he was, your mouth slightly agape. denki chuckled, “don’t worry babe, you can take it can’t ya?” you nodded briskly, there’s no way you can back out now.
“you mind me recording this? wanna send it to a certain someone” you shouldn’t have said yes, but you wanted your ex to feel the same pain you did, and you were all for going lower than he did, and the bar was in hell. “be a good girl for me and take me in your mouth yeah?”
denki waited for you to grab his dick, before he pressed record, he watched you considerately lick the slit as he twitched violently. f-fuck,” he grunts, a hand on your head pushing you to take more of his length, until your tongue is tracing along the protruding veins, until the curve of his cock is slipping down your throat, testing your gag reflex. “just like that, babe.”
he bobs your head up and down, cockhead pounding against the back of your mouth with each thrust, and you do your best to loosen your jaw, to breathe through your nose and catch a whiff of his musk, of the heady scent of sex that permeates the surrounding air as the seconds pass. mindlessly, your hands float up to your chest, playing with your tits and pinching your nipples through your bra. He grunts, brazenly gaping at the way you push your tits together, eyeing the trail of spit and pre that dribbles out of your mouth, along your throat and down your cleavage.
“shit, look up, baby, look at the camera,” he growls, keeping his cock buried in your throat as he tugs you by the hair, forcing your gaze up to the bright light. you blink back tears, widening your eyes to look more innocent, more desperate, and he groans at the sight of your clouded gaze, of the drool and spit dripping out of your mouth around his cock. “who’s fucking your mouth, huh?”
He knows you’re enunciating his name in reply, it’s just a shame all the camera can pick up is you mewling around his cock, his thick girth reducing your syllables to nonsensical garbles, to slurred, wanton moans as he pulls back and shoves himself back in once more. the coarse hair around his cock itches your nose when he holds you steady, and you can feel his cock twitch in your throat when you gulp around it before he finally pulls back to let you breathe properly.
he doesn’t let up, though, pumping his cock in his free hand, smearing the mess of pre and spit all over your cheeks, over your rolled out tongue before he smacks the tip against the wet muscle.
“whose cock d’ya want?”
“yours,” you reply instantly, pursing your lips around the tip, and he slides his cock in further, making it poke against the inside of your cheek.
“louder, baby.”
“yoursh, den’ki,” you whine around his cock, tugging on his wrist so he’d push his cock in properly, so he’d fuck your throat until your voice turns raspy.
“yeah?” he grins, moving his hand back to your head, and you immediately take him deeper into your mouth, one hand dropping to fondle his balls, squeezing so he jolts in your hold, hips slapping against your face.
you can feel your own panties grow wetter each time he groans your name, each time you look up to admire the way he throws his head back, mouth wide and singing praise, but are greeted by the bright flash of his camera instead; just the thought of him sending this video to your ex-boyfriend, who’s gonna be fuming and losing his shit, has you clenching around thin air, leaking into your underwear. you sneak a hand down to alleviate yourself, trying to rub your clit through the fabric of your pants, and the movement doesn’t escape denki’s notice.
“look at that, you’re getting off on this? fucking touch-touching yourself with my dick in your mouth? shit, baby.”
he pulls out just to get a clear shot of the way you spread your knees and circle your nub, but the feeling is so underwhelming, muted because of all the layers of clothes in the way, and it makes you whine up at him childishly. “denki, please, need you.”
“fuck, you’re so hot,” he murmurs, voice low and husky, captivated by the way you roll your hips in search of a better angle. “how badly d’you need me?” he’s cruel to ask when he can see how anguished and zealous you are, but he takes great pleasure in seeing the way you reduce yourself to whimpers and mewls of his name, sobbing for his help.
“so badly, denki, I can’t— really need you, want your help, please, please, baby…”
“go on then.” He smirks at the way your brows cross, confused until he nudges your knee with his socked foot. “help yourself, baby.”
you’re so cute, he can’t help but think, watching your lips drop in disbelief.
“seriously…?” so fucking adorable. “denki…”
“It’s that or nothing, babe, now open up again.”
he slips the tip of his cock back into your mouth, but his eyes haven’t left yours, raising a brow as you just sit there and take what he does to you, keeping your mouth ajar so he can slide his cock back and forth, keeping your legs grounded as he taps his foot on your thigh. you shoot him a small glare, lacking any real fire, before scrunching your eyes closed, and pushing his foot off of your leg. it drops in the gap between your thighs and his smirk grows, his hips stop moving, as he watches in awe as you hover over him before lowering your hips.
“joly shit,” he wheezes, lost for words as you grind down on him. He’s stuttering, choking on his own words as the heat from your sex engulfs him-he didn’t expect you to be so filthy, but he isn’t complaining. his cock twitches in your mouth every time you rut your hips over him, digging your nails into his calf, and if this goes on for any longer, he knows he’s going to blow his load down your throat, and this is going to make for the shortest sex tape ever.
“f-fuck, shit, baby, you’re so desperate, huh? Humping my foot like a fucking dog, fuck- fuckin’ bitch in heat, oh god, oh shit, shit-”
His legs are trembling, like an earthquake is running straight through his body, and he’s sure the camera is a shaky mess, but can’t bring himself to fix his grip when you’re sliding yourself along his foot like you’re riding his dick.
“fuckfuckfuck gonna cum-“ cum dripped down the side of your mouth as he pulled out, ending the video.
“let’s show him who you belong to yeah?”
haiii anyone else miss loid forger or is it just me!
spy x family come home 💔💔💔
hiiii rue i love ur writing i will read anything u write! That being said, any form of Denki smau with exceptionally forward reader who makes him nervous… would be… very swag.
hes so paatheettiiccc but i also think he'd love getting his licks back like he's teeheeing and blushing and rubbing his hands together like a fly behind the screen thinking of a witty reply HEHE thank yew denki nation🫡🫡
show me how // denki kaminari
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could i req an smau (pre-relationship) where reader accidentally sends the boys a text about them, meaning to text one of the girls. (specifically izu, kiri, hitoshi, and hanta)
ily and ur work, tysmmm🫶🏻 i know you don’t write for izu often so if you wanna switch him out w someone else its cool. content for him has just been dry lately😭
⋆˚࿔ confused confessions
— includes: midoriya, kirishima, sero, shinsou & kaminari (in that order)
contains: gn!reader, pre-relationship, fluff, cute and adorable used, one k*s joke
authors note: anon i love ur brain this was so fun to do hopefully i didn’t mess up izuku character! also couldn’t help but add a little denki i miss him guys
⋆˚࿔ i.midoriya
⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima
⋆˚࿔ h.sero
⋆˚࿔ h.shinsou
⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari
