Katsuki always remembers to be soft and gentle with you, especially when you're stressed out from hero work.
Eijirou being your number 1 supporter and motivator to head to the gym even when you don't want to, and makes sure you're eating healthy after a day of just eating takeout.
Denki being the one who always makes you laugh the hardest with his idiotic jokes, in an attempt to make you feel better after a shitty day.
Hanta being the calmest out of the three, lending you a listening ear whenever you need to vent, and giving you his input.
Katsuki always having his hands around your waist, and fighting Eijirou to keep his hands there as he also tries to hold you.
Eijirou sending Katsuki a teasing grin and grabbing his waist, bringing him closer to his side instead, and grinning more as he sees how Katsuki flushes up but tries to pull away.
Denki is watching it all and pouting from being left out, and starts complaining that they're purposely leaving him out again.
Hanta is already rolling his eyes at Denki being dramatic once again; he's already making his way to him to shut him up with a kiss.
Katsuki is obviously annoyed with this chaos and the pda, so he tries to pull away until you wrap your arms around his waist, giggling as you tell him to stay here a bit longer, in which he does since he knows you would complain also if he left... definitely not because you looked so beautiful with that flushed, closed-eye smile of yours, definitely not.
Eijirou ruby eyes gleaming down the both of you two, feeling how his heart swoons at the sweet moment happening before him, so he can't help to give and katsuki a kiss in a forehead. (which ears him a jab on his side that didn't really hurt.)
Denki, being preoccupied with Hanta at the moment, misses but still is listening to the three of you, and pulls away from Hanta to mention how katsuki is acting like a brat again.
Hanta, who now only watches as Katsuki snaps back at Denki before charging at him with a small explosion to his face.
and you watching it all with a sweatdrop, as katsuki starts to chase denki around the house, Eijirou trying to make him stop, and hanta laughing at them.
Even at their grown age, they seem not to outgrow their chaotic dynamic, not that you mind it makes things very interesting.
That is until something crashes into the distance and everything becomes silent, and thats because they can already hear you stomping your way at them to give them a scolding from breaking something again this week.
a/n: need this big beefy man to suffocate me (word daddy used a couple times)
kiri finds you curled up in bed, under the blankets and clinging onto his pillow. you poke your head out and whine softly and he immediately starts pulling off his hero gear. he goes to grab sweats and you whine again, flipping the blankets off of you and reaching out to him.
“shh, i’m here baby. i’m here.” he walks over to you and crawls in bed.
he pulls you into his lap, brushing back you hair and looking over your face. he watches you slowly blink at him, the way your lip trembles and the way you’re slowly pulling him closer by his shoulders. he wraps his arms around you, squeezing you tight as you burrow into his neck, his hair ticking your cheek.
“what’s wrong, sweet girl?” he rubs your back.
“i.. dunno.” you shake your head.
he feels your hot tears drip onto his skin. “it’s okay.” he brings a hand up to the back of your head. “i’m here baby.” he slowly rocks you in his arms.
“i want..” a whine and a roll of your hips. “just wanna feel you.”
“okay okay, i got you.” he whispers.
his hand on your head slides down to wrap around your waist and lift you off his lap a little bit. his other hand slips between your thighs, fingers dragging up and down your panties, cooing in your ear as he slowly starts to feel them dampen. you’re softly hiccuping and gasping into his neck, legs shaking as he slowly peels your panties to the side.
the first drag of his fingers through your honey pulls a whimper from your mouth. “daddy.” your cheeks burn and you press closer to him.
his arm tightens around your waist. “daddy’s got you, baby. you know i need to stretch you out.” he hums softly and slips a finger inside.
“mmm!”
he slowly fucks his finger into you, sliding a second one in while you moan into his neck with your fingers digging into his hair. his thumbs hooks up and rubs at your clit until you’re falling apart in his arms whining so pretty for him.
“lemme see you, pretty girl.” he slides his fingers out, rubbing them up and down your folds as you tremble.
you open your mouth just as he pushes his tip in, a moan falling out instead of words. he sinks you down on him, watching your eyes flutter as you suck him in. you try to lift up on shaky legs but he stops you and holds you against his chest. he rocks himself up, splitting you open, each drag out steals your breath.
“starting to feel better?” he rubs your back.
“mmmngh!” your mind slowly turning to mush at the way he fills you.
“yeah?” he coos. “just let every thought leave this pretty little head.” he starts to move his hips faster. “daddy’s gonna take care of you.” he groans softly at the way you squeeze around him.
he’s focusing on the way you react to every word, every movement, making sure you’re feeling the most pleasure possible. he’s kissing the side of your head, wrapping his other arm around you and slowly pulling you out of the crook of his neck.
“there she is.” he smiles. you’re looking down at him with glassy eyes, tear stained cheeks and scrunched brows as he fucks up into you. “you gonna cum for me?” he searches your eyes.
“mhmm.” you’re trembling.
“you can let go, angel. not going anywhere.”
you collapse against his chest, orgasm washing through every never in your body as he fucks you through it before filling you with ropes of cum until you’re leaking all over his lap.
“let’s lay back down and go to bed, hm?” he rubs your back and slowly slides the both of you down until your laying against his chest. “feeling a little better?”
“love you so much, eiji.” you cuddle into his warmth.
“i love you too.” he presses a kiss to the top of your head.
an: eijiro kirishima and that big ass cock that he's insecure abt bc he doesn't wanna hurt you :'''(
you're laying on the bed, sweat soaked skin while you're bare and laid out on eijiro's bed. your chest is heaving as eijiro lays in between your thighs after just giving you your second orgasm of the night.
"ei, baby. I— I think I'm ready now." you pant, running your hands through his soft ruby locks. his crimson eyes flicker up towards you from your thighs. "are you sure?" he asks, sitting up so you can see the mess of yourself on the lower half of his face. your eyes trace down his abs and stare at the large bulge on his boxers, paired with a wet spot on where you can tell he's been leaking.
you nod your head. "yes ei. you've opened me up enough, I think im ready." you chuckle, you watch his movements to stand up and pull down his boxers; they're unsure and unsteady. like he's almost afraid for you to see.
the moment he pulls down his boxers to fall to the floor, you gasp. his dick doesn't even hit his stomach, it's so heavy it hangs down a little. it has the perfect upward curve, thick in all the right places, and so lengthy. his dick looks like it just came straight out of a porno. "ei—" "yes, it's big. im aware. that's why im so nervous, yn! I don't want to hurt you." he mumbles, looking down at his dick before taking it into his hands.
"oh, ei.. come here." you coo sweetly, you sit up on your elbows and he climbs on top of you. "you could never hurt me, okay? we can just take it slow, yea?" he smiles down at you and lands a sweet kiss to your lips, you reciprocate. "okay, yea. please let me know if anything feels weird or hurts." he mumbles against your lips, brushing his against yours one more time.
you bring your hand down to stroke his dick, collecting all the pre he produced to spread it around his length to help easing it in. you run your thumb over his thick sensitive mushroom tip and his eyes roll to the back of his head as he lets out a soft whimper.
"we will just take it slow, and then we will go from there. baby steps." you say softly, kissing his nose while you move his cock to rub against your entrance.
"baby steps of course."
an: thought this would be cute considering im a horn dog 99% of the time lol. I love kiri and I'll prob write some rough ass thing abt him tmrw when it's not almost 12am and I still need to shower
✦kirishima chews rly loud. he says it makes the food taste better.
✦bakugo refuses to shop online. if he can go and touch the thing with his own two hands, he's 10000% doing that no matter how inconvenient it is.
✦kirishima's hardening makes his skin rly dry so he's always got hand cream with him. when you first meet him, he buys the really cheap stuff that doesn't work all that well. you notice, and done day you casually recommend your favorite brand. it's a little more expensive, but whoa. it works so much better. plus... it smells like you. and... tbh that's the part he likes best.
✦bakugo paces when he talks on the phone. not idle pacing either. I'm talking hard stomps. it's worse when he's on the phone with his mom. if it's you or kiri on the other end, the pacing softens up a bit, but holy shit it bugs the crap out of you when his stomps rattle through the room for the 10000th time in a row.
✦kirishima feels rly guilty that you do all the cooking in the house. your food is awesome, and he always makes sure to thank you by doing all the dishes after every meal, but... sometimes he just wants to spoil you with good food, you know? he buys all the ingredients (well... most of them. he always manages to forget one or two...) and when you get home he insists you rest in the living room while he cooks. but he still pops his head in every few minutes to ask questions he totally could have googled himself, like, "how do you know when the veggies are done steaming?" and "how much corn startch should I use for the sauce?" and, honestly, half the time, you wind up at the stove with him, conducting a mini cooking lesson so he'll know for next time. and... well. he never remembers most of what you teach him, cause he spends most of that time just... sorta looking at you.
✦bakugo gets weird abt taking medications. not to like, a life-threatening degree or anything, but he won't take pain-killers or sleep aids unless it's really serious. banana tea is his go-to when he can't sleep. you think he's gone nuts the first time you catch him boiling whole ass bananas in the middle of the night, but then he pours you some and god damn. it's the best sleep you've had in ages.
listening to champagne coast and all I can think about is having a poly relationship with the Bakuboys.
despite them all having different personalities that can clash against each other in a relationship I feel like they would make it work!
Katsuki would def be the type to be against being in the relationship at first bc he doesn’t see it work but after some time thinking he agrees.
and ohh my god it’s, it’s hard for the few weeks or even couple of months. Not only did you guys kept it under reps from the school but the guys had to figure out how to make it work!
at first, the relationship was mainly about you, they all put their attentive love on you since you were the reason why they agreed.
the struggle was the sharing part and sometimes they would argue who would spend time with you, or compete for your attention. It did for bad to the point you were regretting making them be in this confusing relationship.
but they didn’t regret it, they love you so much that they really talked it out and had an agreement.
it took time, and effort, and a lot of talking and some tears being shed, but you guys made it through! ^^ ugh, I’m always so scared sharing my thoughts on this app so I hope someone here might like this.
and you’re whining about how you can’t take it anymore and he’s like “awh, does my sweet girl need a break?” You nod excitedly at him and he just slams into you harder 🥹
sleazey kiri and getting reader drunk maybaps... he keeps feeding u shots 🤤
i have a drabble abt this in my drafts but sleaze kiri is always taking you to parties you don’t want to go to and filling you with drinks that are either too sour or too sweet, it’s hardly ever anything you like but always something he knows will slip into your system way too quickly for you to notice …. it’s cause you’re nicer to him when you’re tipsy, you cling onto him willingly and you kiss him a lot easier too… slow and syrupy. you let your guard down <3
i also think it’s because you want to play with his friends more too, you’ll rub yourself on izuku’s thighs and press your chest against kaminari whilst he holds a shot above your head out of reach — you’re ditzy and clueless when you’re drunk and eijirou loves it cause you come back to him smelling like liquor and lust and you smile like you were never broken in the first place ouhhhh
i think he fucks you in front of everyone too, uses two fingers to smear rum across your bottom lip and fuck your mouth — the other one winding circles into your clit yay
+ Toyama Kazuko is a quirkless receptionist for Pro-Hero Uravity, and we learn just how far the sturdy and explosive heros are willing to go to get what they want.
+ Named reader insert and I am aware of how annoying it is, this will most likely be the last time I ever do this. for what its worth there is no appearance specifications.
warnings. none at the moment, but this will change with each chapter be aware this is a dark fic.
pairing. Eijirou Kirishima x reader. eventual Katsuki Bakugou x reader.
2.4k words.
Chapter one
Toyama Kazuko had come to understand a few simple things about the world before the age of 18. There are monsters that lurk in the shadows, that haunt alleyways and under bedframes, and slink through the world to hurt good people and ruin good things. But there are also monsters who exist in the light, who swell with admiration, love and garner fans and cronies. They are monsters deep down inside, it’s in their heart, weaved into the fabric of their souls. She had admittedly carried with her more fear of those monsters, than the ones that sit behind bars. Because some monsters will be free for their entire lifetimes, blazing pain and hurt behind them all the way down to hell and they’ll do it smiling.
She had not been born lucky like most. She was born quirkless. That stood as the apparent testament of her as a person, the culmination of her character. The impression was like an unspoken idea, an unanswered question without beginning or end. Without a quirk, She was a lesser than version of everyone else, something to be warned about – a liability at the end of the day, or at the start of a new job.
“it would be for the best if you list your quirk on your resume, looks more appealing to future employers”
She had been told that when she went for her very first internship while studying in her first year of university. Toyama had, at the time, just nodded and agreed with the overweight balding man who had done nothing but scoff at her and lick the corner of his lips the entire interview. She had been offered the job, but didn’t take it. She should have, in the end.
Luckily enough, she had landed a job working as a receptionist at pro hero Uravity’s agency within the same year, and it was all because of her dad’s personal connections to the Hero commission. On the rare occasion, Nepotism can work to one’s advantage just when you need it most, which was something that Toyama had come to learn when she first walked into the agency.
Uravity was a kind, thoughtful boss who very often was consumed in her work that occurred outside of the office. She was always off visiting schools or charity events or out on patrol doing the things that heroes do. Which meant that Toyama spent a lot of her time sending and replying to emails, answering the phones, and the occasional shopping trip for when Uravity’s PA was too busy. Which is exactly what she had been spending that sunny Thursday morning doing. There was a big summer charity gala coming up for the pro’s, which meant stopping into the labels that sponsor Uravity, and choose to blast her face on billboards and the sides of buses.
She glanced down at her watch moments before the doors to the local Chanel store opened before her. She huffed out a breath as she entered, and the man behind the counter laughed briskly in her direction.
“Everything is still being prepared” Genji pointed one finger towards the upper floor and smiled. “At least you’re on time this time around”
“You know the guys at Hermes take forever. For fuck’s sake, I went in to get a throw blanket for her couch, and they make me wait 20 minutes!” Kazuko laughed, causing one older woman nearby to shake her head as she browsed.
“Don’t go there anymore, tell Uravity we will never keep her waiting.” Genji smirked, resting his head in his hands.
“Except right now, evidently”
“What do you think this is Kazuko? A sweatshop?” He rolled his eyes at her, taking a small bottle of sparkling water from another attendant and handing it over. She thanked him and slowly sipped at the cool bottle. As she took another sip, a large black bag was brought toward the counter, a large white flower pressed to the front.
“I need to double check everything is in order. We have the pink gown with the small clutch and shoes in white?” She asked, and Genji nodded along with her.
“It’s all there, Kazuko” He smiled, and handed over the bag.
“Pay to the usual account, please” She smiled and began to walk out of the store.
It was a short walk back to the office and given the location and high density of pro hero agencies, Toyama was assured no one would try to steal the outfit from her. She set it onto Uravity’s large marble desk in her office and walked out. For as long as she had the job, she tried her very best to be as professional as possible at all times. Kazuko loved her job, and coworkers, and no snoop would be worth losing it now. She had hoped in a year or two she would be bumped up to Uravity’s PA. Until that day, she would keep on trying her best with the opportunity she had been given.
Toyama settled back into the sunken desk facing the revolving doors of the agency, the cream marble cutting through the view of the door. She got to work, the sound of keyboard clicking drowning out the last few hours of the working day until the revolving door carried through it a person – a hero. Her lips curled into an immediate smile as she had done all that time before, and watched the large man walk towards the desk.
“Hello, Red Riot. How can I help you this afternoon?” She smiled up at him, ceasing the movement of her fingers to offer him all of her attention. His mouth spread open into a handsome, genuine grin.
“Good afternoon. I have a meeting with Uravity at 2…fuck, I’m too early, aren’t I?” He scratched the back of his head, grin unwavering.
“Please, don’t apologise. Uravity is currently out touching base with the charity gala organisers, and she should be back very shortly. You’re more than welcome to take a seat and I will check up on how her business is progressing” She replied, offering a sympathetic smile towards him. Within that moment, a realisation had come crashing down onto her, and it was that Pro hero Red Riot may just have been the best looking man she had ever come across.
“Great, thank you” He nodded, and turned to take a seat in the sitting area just next to the desk. She watched him as he walked away, observing his bare back in his hero uniform. It was almost as if he were carved out of stone, each divot and ridge of his muscular back entirely uniform, completely perfect. It wasn’t surprising, and she had expected nothing less from the number 3 ranked hero.
She pried her eyes off of his body and toward the phone, quickly dialling Uravity’s PA to see where they were up to in their day. When she had an update, she stood from her seat and straightened up before walking over to Red Riot. He was sitting on one of the large pink couches offered to guests, seemingly lost in thought when Kazuko approached him.
“Sorry to interrupt, Sir” she smiled down to him, and Red Riot snapped his head in her direction, out of whatever thought had taken ahold of him and back to her with that grin over his face again. No wonder everyone loved him. “Uravity is on her way back to the office now, can I offer you anything whilst you wait? I can get you a sparkling water, coffee, tea, juice?” She offered.
“Are all of Uravity’s employees this professional?” He asked, and she watched his eyes flicker over her body briefly before they settled back onto her eyes. Kazuko’s head fell to one side and she smiled deeper somehow, and the sensation travelled down her ribs, warming her all over.
“Only the best of us” she said. “So, is there anything I can get you, Sir?”
“Please, call me Kirishima” He rubbed his hands over each other as he spoke. “Thank you for the offer, I’m alright though”
She turned and walked back to the front desk, sitting down and hiding away from sight so he wasn’t able to see her try to catch her breath. His demeanour oozed a type of kindness that a lot of men these days seem unable to show. It was undeniably attractive and went hand in hand with his looks and heroic persona.
Uravity came through the doors after a handful of silent minutes, her PA visibly ticked off as she followed our cities number 6 pro. Red Riot stood and warmly greeted her like good friends typically would before they walked down the hallway and towards the elevator. The aforementioned expression of Uravity’s PA, Touko became understood when she marched over to Kazuko as the Heroes left the vicinity.
“Kazuko” Touko said her name as if she were addressing something on the bottom of her heel. She winced as Touko said it, a burning sensation replacing the bubbles that lived there moments before.
“I trust you are aware of my role at the company, and you are aware of yours.” She stated, staring down at Kazuko through her thin glasses. She nodded her head slowly. “I do not need you to call me to remind me of Uravity’s appointments. It is my job to do that and ensure she is where she needs to be at all times, to ensure all of her needs are met swiftly.” Touko’s tone lingered between two things. Embarrassment and anger. Kazuko wanted to ask her if she had forgotten, if she had let Red Riot slip through the cracks? She opted to keep it to herself.
“I apologize, next time I will advise the visitor that Uravity will be with them shortly” she replied, offering a smile like she would to everyone else. Pain stung the inside of her chest at the thought of doing something wrong. It was an innate, and inescapable sensation that had existed since she was small. Any spilt drink, broken toy, any small mistake was a devastation. It felt as though she travelled through the world making continuous mountains out of inevitable molehills, and it killed her all the same each time.
She seemed pleased with Kazuko’s submission and nodded, turning and clicked herself down the hall to follow her boss. She fought the burn in the back of her throat and got back to work for the rest of the afternoon. 5pm dragged its heels through the agency, her coworkers slowly slipping out of the doors one by one. Kazuko was doing some filing when one of her coworkers approached the desk. She looked up to him and smiled.
“Hey, Kazuko” He tapped his knuckles on the desk once. “Me and a few others are going out for some drinks tomorrow night, and I wanted to extend the invitation to you as well” He said, smiling back at her warmly.
“really? Oh, that’s so kind. Id love that!” Kazuko had allowed her excitement to get the better of her in that moment. She had spent a lot of her life without friends to be entirely honest, so the idea of being thought of seemed to flood her with contentment.
“Don’t sweat it, it’ll be a good time! Anyway, have a good night Kazuko!” He called out as he left the building.
There was a new kind of spirit that had been ignited in her as she stepped onto the train that evening. Growing up, Toyama had always felt abnormal, and it showed fourth in all of her relationships with friends and peers. She remembers the way she would sit and watch the more popular of her peers during recess. it was only ever out of admiration, and would watch the way they did their hair, or how they laughed, how their hands would move and the kind of shoes they would wear. She tried her hardest to copy their mannerisms, to make herself act more like them, act more…normal. She could never figure it out, why, exactly what seemed as easy as a breath to them, took active effort from her. Maybe that was why she poured everything she could into her work ethic, because the loneliness of estrangement would be harder to face than a warning from her superior.
She stepped off the train and into the cold night air, and her arms instinctively shot up to wrap around her middle. Toyama walked the short, illuminated distance to her apartment building. It was old, and not as flashy as what some of the apartments her coworkers rented, but it was hers, her home. She walked up one flight of stairs and opened the door, dropping her bag to the floor and kicking her heels off before making her way to the bathroom. Toyama bent over the bathtub and twisted the squeaky faucets, holding her wrist under the rushing water to know when it was hot enough. As she waited, her mind drifted away to Red Riot, the sight of his back, his smile, his sharp teeth erupted in her memory: white hot and incredibly distracting – so distracting, the sharp burn of boiling water on her skin is what tore her from him again.
“Fuck” She hissed, pressing her wrist to her chest. Toyama held it there momentarily before peeling it back to reveal the damage. The skin was red, but nothing more and it would soon fade away as if it never happened. She sighed and pressed the plug into the bottom of the tub, squeezing in more than enough soap to create mountains of bubbles to sink into.
She stripped down and stepped into the shallow bath, promising herself that one day she would live in a home with a deep bath, deep enough to where she could let her whole body disappear under the water. Until then, she would just have to stare at her toes peeking up at the end of the tub. Toyama’s mind travelled back to Red Riot, he wouldn’t even fit in here he’s so big, she thought. She squeezed her eyes shut and shook the thought away, shutting him out. She spoke to the ridge of the bathtub, like some kind of silent oath.
“I will not think of him anymore” She whispered to herself, letting her head fall to the side edge of the tub.
