⤷ mha x f!reader (use of she/her pronouns, fem. relationship labels)
⭑ number-one hero deku, sitting on the couch across from his girlfriend in his pajamas, applying matching green face masks and giggling at the mess they’re making
⭑ cold and formidable pro-hero shoto, cross-legged on the wood-paneled floor with his wife as they share a bottle of wine, despite the large vacant table and long vacant counter, laughing quietly about the most recent scandal at work
⭑ great explosion murder god dynamight, begging for mercy as his fiancée sits atop his chest grinning triumphantly and tickling him without remorse, his eyes watering and lungs burning because she knows exactly the spot that makes him unravel
⭑ fashion icon pinky, known for her model-worthy looks, bundled up in blankets and stolen hoodies and mismatched socks and sweatpants with her girlfriend as the two of them binge-watch all five seasons of riverdale
⭑ charming and dashing hero chargebolt, sitting in front of the tv at seven am, sharing a blanket with his fiancée and watching cartoons and eating cereal because neither of them wanted to cook and definitely not resembling two responsible adults whose wedding is in two months
⭑ the ever cool and composed ingenium absolutely losing his shit because his wife was unaware that the dominos pasta containers are aluminum and cannot go in the microwave, as they found out the hard way, the pair now staring at a crispy microwave and charred countertop
⭑ sweet and kind uravity who becomes an absolute menace when up against her girlfriend at mario kart because they agreed the loser would do the dishes and she refuses to even touch that mountain of plates after tamale night
⭑ the manliest of all heroes, red riot, who swears there is no manlier thing than going for drive-thru at one in the morning with his fiancée in the passenger seat because they had a fry craving
˖°𓇼𓂃 [ During a training battle with your sparring buddy, your suit accidentally rips .ᐟ ]
༄.° ┆ [ 𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗦 𝗔 × 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥 / 𝗕𝗨𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 ]
༄.° ┆ [ 𝗧𝗪: Characters can be read in a relationship with Reader or just platonic; Kinda suggestive in some; Reader's quirk is not specified; No text was proofread; ! ]
༄.° ┆ [ 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘: Quite literally reposting this because I am one stubborn motherfucker. I will NOT let this sit at the bottom after spending entire days worth of motivation on it 🤠🔫. ]
【 青山優雅 — 𝗬𝗨𝗚𝗔 𝗔𝗢𝗬𝗔𝗠𝗔 】 ༉‧₊˚.
One of the most dramatic out of the bunch, no matter the context. It happened while Yuga was trying to point and shoot at you with his navel laser, and you kept ducking and hiding behind nearby objects and obstacles along the way, trying to come up with some plan to stall him and get the upper hand in the situation. Though he was strong, there was still a limit to what he had... Or so you thought when Aoyama had finally ceased the careless shooting directed at you, and you even more carelessly thought that limit of his had peaked. So you did the only thing you could've thought of at that moment and immediately bolted, charging up your quirk, ready to stick up a brawl as you stood up and out of your hiding spot. But right as you were about to hit- Twoooohh !
➼ Well, Yuga had won but at the cost of your suit. After realisation settles that his laser had hit you, and thankfully not injured you but yes practically destroyed a part of your costume, panic settles. Aoyama's signature purple colour travels to his face, and in a second, he's bolting towards you.
➼ "The terror, mademoiselle! I am terribly sorry for this predicament!" Yuga's trying his best to act the most nonchalant about the accident, but his body is trembling with panic as he rolls you up in his purple cape, very carefully averting his gaze as he does so. Very respectful.
➼ As stated before, Aoyama tries to act unbothered by the state of your accidental undress, but he's very bluntly avoiding looking you in the eye. You two are walking back towards the exit of the arena while you were tightly wrapped in the sparkly piece of fabric he had given you. And while Yuga has a very confident stride to him — hands in his hips and gaze forward with his usual grin — he's trembling and spitting apology after apology.
➼ "Pardonnez-moi, mademoiselle! I'll pay for the repairs to your costume, je vous promets!"
"It's fine Yuga, really. I'll just stitch this back together."
"Nonsense! I'll provide the money for the renovations!"
【 芦戸三奈 — 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗔 𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗗𝗢 】 ༉‧₊˚.
Doesn't matter who it is or who they are, the second someone's having trouble, Mina's there to lend a hand, a smile and a joke. That includes helping someone with outfit breakdown difficulties. It also happened kind of suddenly- While you two were focused on your hand to hand combat, Ashido had enough mind to tell she was almost losing to you, so like it was one of the most brilliant plans ever, she splattered a bit of acidic paste from her arm at you, meant to make you step back as she expected it to just hit the floor. It would've worked if Mina hadn't miscalculated your reaction time, and the acid luckily didn't hit any skin, but it did hit the fabric of your costume.
➼ Mina's reaction time to the newest problem thrown at her was slow. But after a second of staring, it seemed to click in her brain that she had just ruined her partner's costume as her black eyes go wide.
➼ "Oop- Don't let 'em escape now, hun." Mina lights up the mood with a lighthearted joke and a smile, though she quickly runs close to you to wrap her short brown jacket around the ripped part of the suit, which you thanked her for and she dismissed the thankfulness with a quick thumbs up.
➼ Maybe it's not enough cover-up or maybe it is, but nevertheless, Ashido places you behind her as you both walk back to the arena's exit; respectfully intending to hide you away from the rest of the class' view.
➼ "Sorry about that again, girl! Aizawa-sensei's letting us go to the dorms for a clothes grab for sure, though! No worries!" An apologetic smile on Mina's face as she spares looks at you with a slight twist of her head to look back.
"It's all good, don't worry about it too much, Mina!"
"I'm still sorry though! That costume was so pretty..."
【 蛙吹梅雨 — 𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗬𝗨 𝗔𝗦𝗨𝗜 】 ༉‧₊˚.
Nonchalant 5000. Tsuyu handles the situation efficiently and respectfully, as if it's a normal occurrence to her, and being part of the hero course... Well it was, technically. The dreaded tear happened when Asui had wrapped her tongue around your torso amidst your run-for-it, and thrown you against one of the metal prop walls of the training grounds. It was a move just to throw you off and keep you at bay, but that idea changed when your body made impact with a wall and the fabric of your suit got stuck on a loose iron nail, only barely missing your actual skin.
➼ Though left with no injury, Tsuyu quickly took notice of the giant tear on your costume. "_____, be careful. Your suit has a tear." She told you almost immediately as you were about to get up from the floor, hopping over to you and helping on trying to tug the ripped pieces in place. Asui handles the situation maturely and respectfully enough to not even comment much about it, though still very apologetic as it was her fault.
➼ It really wasn't enough to cover your now unprotected skin, so Tsuyu took care of your rising anxiety, calmly telling you to not panic and to stay close behind her to keep you out of others' viewing eyes as you hugged your body close, both of you walking off with your opponent being the final winner (AT WHAT COST?).
➼ "I'm really sorry about your costume, _____. I didn't think that would've happened."
"It's really fine, Tsu! It wasn't your fault!"
"Still a serious mistake, though. We'll get you a shirt as soon as we get back."
【 飯田天哉 — 𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗬𝗔 𝗜𝗜𝗗𝗔 】 ༉‧₊˚.
Immediate panic hidden behind a false sense of control over the situation. Iida was much quicker to set off 30 different alarms in his head when he saw your state than to actually assess the situation. It happened when he was trying to land a blow that'd send you tumbling only a few feet away from your spot, his arm connecting with your stomach before you were flying and and spinning across the concrete floor. Either a metal piece of Tenya's costume got stuck on the fabric of your suit or the concrete had rasped too much against it instead, when you tried sitting up from the floor, Iida was bolting to stop you at high-speed.
➼ "_____! Do not get up! Your costume's torso has a huge tear starting from the shoulder to the hip!" He sounded more like a warning alarm than a partner worried for you as he yelled, even though you clearly knew it the latter, and it was just Tenya's panic screaming. Though you were still very thankful for the specifics of the warning, quickly gathering up the material to wrap around you at your best of abilities.
➼ Iida was also thankful you had listened to him, quickly crouching down to where you were slouched and cautiously helping you get up from the floor with the wariness of making a wrong move, an arm wrapped around your torso. You two successfully swiftly rose from the ground without a risk, and Tenya kept his arm around you, although at an angle more than awkward.
➼ Tenya was more than relieved his helmet was hiding his face, because his cheeks were a furious shade of red at the absurdity of the situation.
➼ Still, Iida's as respectful as can be even when extremely nervous, and extremely remorseful about what happened. Well, extremely is an understatement... Unfortunately, he was talking a mile an hour trying to apologise as you both walked back.
Another one that gets extremely nervous, but immediately jumps in to help when she sees the gravity of the situation... Uraraka took care of the situation with an obvious shaky laugh, though still happy to help! Nobody could've seen it coming with the way Ochaco's hand wires shot up at you, and with an unfortunate twist of fate, you tried to twist out of the tiny claws' way, only for a few of them to get stuck in the material of your suit and Uraraka retracting the wires without knowing what was happening, and suddenly, a noisy "riiiiip~" was the only thing that could be heard between you too.
➼ Ochaco's first reaction is panic, and then immediate guilt as she starts spitting apologies. "I didn't mean to do that! I'm so, so, so sorry, _____! Are you okay?!"
➼ Physical well-being goes checked first, then the costume's unfortunate wound goes acknowledged, finally. "Oh my God, _____! Your suit! I ripped it!" She's glad she didn't hurt you, but Ochaco still feels entirely too bad for giving your costume new tears to look into as she tries fixing up the material as best as she could.
➼ "This isn't really going anywhere..." A short, awkward laugh rips away from Uraraka's throat before she could stop it, giving up trying to pull the ruined pieces together. Even if you told her it was just fine, Uraraka still insisted on keeping her arms up in your torso along with your own arms to try and cover the huge tear. It was a super awkward and weirdly angled walk back, but you appreciated it.
➼ "I'm sorry for that, _____...! I wouldn't have done it if I knew something like this would happen!"
"It's fine, Ochaco! I'll grab a shirt from the dorms right away."
"... Guess I'll... Have to make the grapplers fabric proof next time...?" Ochaco tried to lift up the mood with a soft little joke and a quirky but nervous smile. You let out a laugh right back.
【 尾白猿夫 — 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗔𝗢 𝗢𝗝𝗜𝗥𝗢 】 ༉‧₊˚.
You've got no idea how it happened. First you were being thrown across the arena field by Ojirou's tail, then when had gotten up to throw a few punches of your yours, you could feel cold and non-alleviating cold hitting your entire torso. A rip happened, and none of you had noticed it at first. Poor you, of course! But poor Ojirou who immediately averted his gaze away as soon as he noticed- Turning around at near light speed.
➼ "Uhm, _____! I think something of yours might've ripped..." You could hear Mashirao's nervous tone from kilometres away. You were internally proud of him for respectfully looking away as you tried fixing up your costume. Nothing worked. And Ojirou was mortified when he finally spoke up again to ask if he was allowed to turn back again only for you to say you couldn't fix it.
➼ Don't get me wrong, the least of all things Ojirou is is a pervert- I mean, just look at him working with Hagakure! But it's kind of hard to not look when the person in front of him clearly wasn't invisible.
➼ Still, Mashirao is polite. Trying to keep things professional as if he isn't vibrating with nerves. He hides the large gash with his tail right in front of you, and you hold it to your chest like Denki usually does with him.
➼ "I'm really sorry about that... I don't even really know how it happened. Just- Uhm, I'm sorry."
"Hey, it's fine, Oji! Nothing to be worked up for."
"Well... It was about time heroes started adopting the ripped jeans trend... Only it was, you know, your shirt- I should just stop talking, shouldn't I?"
【 上鳴電気 — 𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗞𝗜 𝗞𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗜 】 ༉‧₊˚.
What can I possibly say about this man? It surely won't be the first time Kaminari shoots a suggestive comment your way, and as long as you don't graduate, it won't be the last. Unfortunately. The handling of the situation from him is quite immaturely handled, but Denki helps you nevertheless. You knew between the two of you that electricity could actually end up ruining clothes? Especially when they weren't even prepared for that amount of raw power!
➼ "Kaminari." "... Yeah?" "Denki Kaminari." "It wasn't intentional! I promise!" And fortunately, he's right. The accidental undress wasn't part of his plan on trying to defeat you — but Denki would be lying if he said he wasn't proud of it.
➼ Unlike our Respectful Kings™, Kaminari behaves like a little shit about it. Throwing in a half assed "so sorry about that!" before staring at your clear annoyed face and the poor attempt to cover yourself back.
➼ Though, after you scream at Denki to get back there to help you — he actually does. Taking off his black jacket with a huge smirk, walking close to you to throw the fabric over your frame, zipping it back up. You were thankful for Kaminari's compassion... But still extremely annoyed at him.
➼ "You know..." Denki suspiciously begins as you two walk back side by side. "As a reward for being so nice, you should totally give me a thank you kiss."
"Dream on, Kaminari."
"Mean!"
【 切島鋭児郎 — 𝗘𝗜𝗝𝗜𝗥𝗢 𝗞𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗔 】 ༉‧₊˚.
Oohhh... We're talking about Eijirou Kirishima here. The second his quirk made his fingers just a little too sharp and the solid almost rock-like limb made contact with your torso, ripping your shirt in the process — Kirishima was immediately at your side. He isn't embarrassed about it, obviously very apologetic towards what he did, and still being respectful but still worrying over your well-being and your own dignity before his own.
➼ "Ah, I'm so sorry about that, _____! I didn't mean to tear your suit!" Eijirou apologises, kneeling close to you on the ground with knitted eyebrows and hands hovering above your torso trying to pick the ripped parts back together.
➼ It went all in vain, as expected, so Kirishima did the only thing he could think of: getting up from the floor and quickly undoing the belt that kept the cape around his waist in place — giving the deep red fabric to you to wrap around yourself.
➼ Kirishima has to grip his own pants up, as his belt came with the part of his cape- But that doesn't matter; it's your comfort before his.
➼ "Sorry it isn't much! Should be enough to cover you up though." He gives you a thumbs up, holding his pants higher with a hand as well as giving you an apologetic smile. You naturally smile back, giving Eijirou a thumbs up back.
"It's more than enough, Eiji! Thank you so much for that!"
"Of course! It's the manly thing to do!"
【 口田甲司 — 𝗞𝗢𝗝𝗜 𝗞𝗢𝗗𝗔 】 ༉‧₊˚.
Oh, Gods bless poor Koda... Even with the rare amount of confidence he managed to gain during his time at UA, that doesn't stop him from immediately turning into a mess of panic and shame when the situation is finally processed. One second he was sending a mob of birds to keep you in place, and in another, Koji got immediately mortified when one of the birds had accidentally ripped your suit while flying around you.
➼ "OH, I'M SO SORRY-!!" You don't even register it, looking back at Koda to see he's already turned around, wide back to you and looking like he's shivering as you take your time to actually understand the circumstance.
➼ He's respectful... Of course he respects you, as he does with everyone, but you can tell Koji is definitely turned around more out of shame and guilt of what happened. Even when you approach him to tell him it was okay, that it was just an accident. He avoids looking directly at you at ALL COSTS. But still talks to you and keeps apologising, especially when neither of you don't have anything to help you cover up. And although Koda could be buried in a hole right now, he couldn't leave you like that-!
➼ Ever so shyly, Koji told you you could get behind him, and assured you he'd get your back a shirt from the dorms- Or from Momo- Or you can go fetch it yourself- He wouldn't follow you if you wanted! He was rambling at that point! You two couldn't exactly keep your distance as you walked, so all the way back from the arena, Koji kept fidgeting out of embarrassment.
➼ "I am- SO sorry about what they did to you- To your costume... I didn't want that to happen-"
"I know it was out of your control, Koji, it's fine!"
"It really isn't! I'm sorry!"
【 砂藤力道 — 𝗥𝗜𝗞𝗜𝗗𝗢 𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗢 】 ༉‧₊˚.
Oh man, how could that possibly have happened? You can probably blame the hundreds of debatably treacherous things placed around in the training grounds. But it was partially Sato's fault when he decided to throw you against the wall- Only barely missing the concrete wall as you were sent flying against a window instead. And Rikido would absolutely be freaking out over your costume, don't get me wrong, but at that point he was freaking out about the injuries you might've gotten. Only when he ran to you to check over the damage caused did he notice you trying to pull the fabric of your costume together- He was already backing away at least 10 feet.
➼ "Dang-! I'm so sorry about that!" Sato was quick to back away as soon as he saw your state. Turning his back to you as soon as he was a respectful amount of length away, nervously rubbing at his neck... Well, Rikido was pretty awkward past that point, but guilt soon started pooling at his head when he realised he had done that.
➼ He wouldn't exactly freak out, but Sato certainly wouldn't be all too calm by it- Exactly like Mashirao. He'd ask from the several feet away if you needed help where you were standing, and when you said you couldn't exactly fix the suit back in place, Rikido gave up those understandable feelings of shame and guilt and actually went on his way to help you.
➼ Rikido wanted to help you, sure, but he's also pretty unsure what to do... Would approaching you be appropriate? Would he leave you be and be mean? He didn't even have anything he could help cover you with! At the end of the day, Sato just asked you if he could help in any way, in which you asked if you could walk behind him... Of course he'd say yes!
➼ "I'm, uhh, sorry about the suit thing. I'll bring it over to the development studio myself, if you want."
"No need for that, Riki! Thank you, though."
"Pay you back with apology daifuku, then?" He gave you a nervous smile, and you laughed, nodding cheerfully.
【 障子目蔵 — 𝗠𝗘𝗭𝗢 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗝𝗜 】 ༉‧₊˚.
Owns the Respectful Kings™ badge. It was no joke that Mezo Shoji was crazy strong. Sometimes so strong, it really got you wondering how can this mountain of a boy sometimes act so shy? That you learned when the two of you were stuck in a sparring battle at the top of a building- Only one misstep had sent you almost falling off a particularly slippery metal tube you were trying to balance on while simultaneously fighting with Shoji, the class giant. Fortunately enough, this giant was probably the kindest person you'll ever meet- Immediately jumping closer to you, right on time to grip you before you fell at least a couple feet onto the ground-! But, curse him and your flimsy outfit, Mezo grabbed the front of your suit, which you immediately heard the fabric of tearing in his iron grip. Luckily, one of his arms already had branched out to cushion your fall from the back.
➼ "Oh- I am so unbelievably sorry-!" His strained, trying-to-remain-calm voice spoke up, the wide eyes above his mask, almost hidden by his silver hair, immediately darting away fully from you as Shoji brought you back to your feet.
➼ Oh, he wasn't expecting that- Not at all. But Mezo remained calm nevertheless, looking away as you did your own thing, trying to fix up the issue at hand as Shoji kept continuously apologising for what he did- Over and over. He wasn't looking for even a single fraction of a second unless you gave him your okay to turn around, but... Even after several minutes, he could still here the fabric rustling and your frustrated sighs.
➼ When you told him you couldn't get the suit's pieces back in place, guilt began overtaking Mezo completely- But when you asked him to cover you up until you reached back, he didn't hesitate a single second. Even when you thought that Shoji was just gonna, oh, I don't know! Simply cover your front with one of his webbed arms? Expectations escalated from the floor to the top of Mt. Lady's head- Yelping loud when Shoji grabbed you and helped you onto his back, cocooning you in the inside of his arms crossed at his back. You weren't complaining... It was unbelievably warm there.
➼ "We can ask Yaoyorozu if she can make you a shirt as soon as we get back."
"Thank you so much, Mezo-! Especially for the free piggyback ride."
"It's no problem, _____." Sorry for what I did to your costume, though."
【 耳郎響香 — 𝗞𝗬𝗢𝗞𝗔 𝗝𝗜𝗥𝗢 】 ༉‧₊˚.
Getting paired up with Momo plenty of times should've already been enough of a lesson for Kyoka that these kinds of things happen often... Though, her nervous nature is never properly tucked away when such happens. That's how embarrassed she was for you and for herself when you accidentally pulled a rip out of your suit during training, out of all the people, with Jirou...
➼ "AGH, _____! YOUR-! YOUR COSTUME!" Kyoka was shaking from embarrassment, looking around to look for ANYONE who might be watching but mostly to just avoid looking at you like a pervert. She's running up to you in a second while also trying to avert her gaze, already midway taking her jacket off to cover you.
➼ "Take this!" Jirou practically threw the fabric at your head. You just stood there. "Uhm, Jirou, you don't need t-" "JUST TAKE IT!!!" And take it you did. Slipping on the black fabric and zipping it up, and when you turned to thank Kyoka gratefully, she was... Just staring at you... Extremely tensefully.
➼ Not the best at hiding the fact she's getting bashful from seeing you at such a state. But at least Jirou has a mind to immediately jump to help when these kinds of things happen... As seen with Yaomomo.
➼ She's so anxiously quiet, you're the one to speak up first. "Hey, Jirou...? Are you okay?"
"Huh?! Oh uhm, yes, I'm okay!... Oh wait... are you okay?..."
【 瀬呂範太 — 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗔 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗢 】 ༉‧₊˚.
Sero isn't entirely sure what he should be doing... But he's trying. He really is. Even though wrapping someone in tape when they rip their clothes isn't an exactly smart idea, it sure is a thoughtful one! From the moment your suit had accidentally ripped from a nasty fall you had fortunately not gotten injured for, Hanta had unfortunately noticed when he was swinging himself right above you. And between trying to keep his cool and getting uncharacteristically nervous, he was attempting to balance both.
➼ "Uhm- Hey, _____, dude.. I think your costume just accidentally ripped-" He played it off as cool. Looking away with the nerves of someone who's just seen another person doing something they shouldn't. Truthfully, Hanta was everything but chill about the situation; if you looked closely, you could see the awkward amount of nervous sweat dripping off his forehead.
➼ Still, Sero respectfully looks away like the sky and the floor are much more interesting things to look at than you trying to fix your suit several feet away from him. Mind you he is ONLY turning around when you actually tell him he can. Many minutes have gone by with Hanta still staring off, until you tell him your work to patch things back up is being futile...
➼ And then Sero's even more nervous when you ask for his help to cover up. Looking around like a madman trying to figure out how the hell he could help you when his eyes lock onto his elbows from his peripheral vision. "Oh, uhm! _____! I think I have a solution!"
➼ "It's not too uncomfortable, is it?" Hanta worried over you, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly as he looked at you. Well, tape isn't necessarily the most comfortable item of clothing, but it helped when it was just to cover you up.
"Nope! Thank you so much for this, Hanta."
"Of course! It's... Literally the only thing I could do for you."
【 常闇踏陰 — 𝗙𝗨𝗠𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗧𝗢𝗞𝗢𝗬𝗔𝗠𝗜 】 ༉‧₊˚.
A thing you hadn't taken into notice before the battle started, is how sharp Dark Shadow's claws actually were. Nor you nor Tokoyami did actually take this into account, until the tragic happened. The quirk's claw was quick to grasp at your suit as you did a grand show of trying to pull back from the close range combat scene mid-air. Though that backfired when you audibly heard your suit rip- And a big chunk of material was seen in the poor shadow's hand, who was looking down at it dumbfounded. Fumikage was only so late to notice what had happened.
➼ "Oh, damn-" "DARK SHADOW! PUT THAT DOWN THIS INSTANT!" Tokoyami's usually hushed voice yelled at his quirk, and Dark Shadow immediately complied like the fabric in his claw suddenly became as hot as burning fire. "It wasn't my fault! The material's just shoddy!"
➼ Although rarely ever bothered, Tokoyami was quick to jump into action in this situation. Immediately running up to you with the shadow flying curiously behind him, undoing his deep black cape midway through his stride to cover you up in it. Tokoyami is all but proud of Dark Shadow's actions, sputtering apologies for the quirk and quickly looking away as he extended you his cape.
➼ He doesn't show it. He's too busy trying to desperately keep up his blasé, but Fumikage is more than burning up seeing you like that. And he's shooting a very heated warning glare at Dark Shadow just hovering behind him, a knowing smirk in his pitch black face.
➼ "I'm sorry... About him. While my control over Dark Shadow is strong, he still has yet to learn."
"It's really fine, Fumikage! Just a minor issue."
"If you were that sorry, you wouldn't be so red under the feathers-" "DARK SHADOW! "
【 轟焦凍 — 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗢𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗢𝗞𝗜 】 ༉‧₊˚.
So this is the way you learn your suit is not, in fact, fire proof. With the way Todoroki's flames burned too bright near you, you almost thought that burning you up was his intention, but not at all. Shoto simply just wanted to strategize a way to make you forcefully back off, but a simple miscalculation led to him accidentally fire punching you in the torso- Not only sending you flying, but successfully setting a part of your suit ablaze. Shoto was the first to notice when he retreated his hand back from the punch, calm washing away quickly with mild surprise and concern as he marched towards you quickly.
➼ "_____. Be careful. I might've accidentally burned your suit." He was kneeling close to you in a second, examining the damage done, even going as far as taking one of the metal canisters from his belt to check injuries... all too unbothered with the sight before him. Todoroki keeps things eerily professional...
➼ You actually have to point out to him you're showing skin for Shoto to process the supposed vulgarity of the situation. Still, he doesn't seem bothered by it when he tells you it's no problem to him, tone stale and face never giving away any embarrassment. Still, Todoroki apologises for the damage done, gently guiding you behind him for public protection.
➼ You'd think he'd be at least a little shy about it, but no- Things are honest are straight with him, and while you clearly respected that, it was a pain in the ass to not get some sort of reaction out of Shoto. He's seen too much stuff during his time at UA.
➼ But even so... "I'll pay for the repairs to your suit. Sorry again, I didn't mean to make that happen."
"Ah-! It's fine, Shoto... You don't gotta."
"I want to, though."
【 葉隠透 — 𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗨 𝗛𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗥𝗘 】 ༉‧₊˚.
Well, isn't this situation ironic... In a way that was most likely superstitious, your suit ripped while at the very presence of Hagakure. Who was the girl that fought... Well, naked. Maybe you had scraped against a wall when you two were battling, or the floor- Or any objects left loose on the floor during your classmates past fights. But whatever bad scrape had Toru yelling "_____! Your suit ripped!" amidst the fight must have been horrible.
➼ Hagakure's actually really calm about it, though she shows herself worried for your well being beyond the scrape on your suit. With a soft "Don't worry! Happens to the best of us!" Toru was quick to assure you, her visible gloves and boots running up to you quickly.
➼ She's most likely one of the best one to trust out of all of these... Even if it doesn't serve much help the way Hagakure quickly helped you get up, examining the damage done. She couldn't do much about it, unfortunately... And although Toru was invisible, you weren't. So, she gave you her gloves to cover whatever part you needed to cover most!
➼ "That should do for now! Sorry we can't get you any proper clothes till we get back!" You were quick to assure her it was fine, so she happily nodded (though, you couldn't even exactly see that...), and both walked.
➼ "These things are always happening to us! It's part of living dangerously!"
"Can't really talk for yourself, can you, though?" You joked.
"Well..."
【 爆豪勝己 — 𝗞𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗜 𝗕𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗚𝗢 】 ༉‧₊˚.
You'd know Bakugo to be someone ferocious, confident, putting up this tough guy act up all the time. But not when, during a training sparring battle between the two of you, the sparks of Katsuki's explosion set off a bit too close for comfort when you threw yourself at him, aiming for your torso. And normally, you take it just fine! But your suit, apparently not-explosion-proof... ripped. During the battle. Gods help this boy as well, because Bakugo cannot handle seeing inches of your skin without acting like an offended Victorian woman.
➼ "YOUR SUIT!!! DUMBASS, YOU RIPPED YOUR SUIT!" "I ripped it?! You exploded it!" "YOU THREW YOURSELF AT ME!!" He's defending himself from what's supposed to be the fruit of his actions, like he's in a courtroom about to go to jail. Several feet away, back half turned to you as Bakugo backs away like a cornered raccoon.
➼ Nevertheless, Katsuki isn't a complete asshole about it. When he silently analyses the damage done, he begrudgingly marches over to where you stand- Stomping down while grumbling under his breath. In a rare act of compassion, Bakugo helps!
➼ He doesn't have much of anything he can help you cover up with- Katsuki even tried looking down at his suit to see if he did have something on him. Nothing. So with a irritated huff, he tells you to "Just get behind me and don't step a single inch away, idiot."
➼ "..." Surprisingly, Bakugo's uncharacteristically quiet as you walk close behind him.
"You know... You owe me-"
"THE HELL I DO! MAKE YOUR SUIT EXPLOSION PROOF NEXT TIME!"
【 緑谷出久 — 𝗜𝗭𝗨𝗞𝗨 𝗠𝗜𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗬𝗔 】 ༉‧₊˚.
He's nervous, he's helplessly trying to help, he's trying to keep respecting you all at once- You know it. When it comes to battling villains, Izuku Midoriya is fearless, but when he accidentally puts a little too much force on the wind pressure of his attack, and it wasted no time sending you flying back towards a stone building. What you thought would be a simple attack and get up, shifted to be win for Midoriya as he quickly averted his reddened gaze the minute you got up from the floor. Apparently, that attack along with the wall break was enough to leave a gap in your costume.
➼ His confidence goes down the drain once you rise up, face immediate red because Izuku wasn't prepared for that at all. Of course, he tears his eyes away IMMEDIATELY out of respect for you, but that doesn't stop Midoriya from fumbling.
➼ "_-_____! Y-YOUR S-S-SUIT! BE- BE CAREFUL!" Izuku's warning you loud and clear enough for you to wear across the arena, and you're entirely grateful you see Midoriya looking away as you compose yourself. Or try to...
➼ The minute Midoriya deems safe to approach you, he's running over in less than a second, face still completely flushed like a cherry. "I am SO sorry for that, _____, just know I didn't mean for air force to go that far-" Even when you tell him it's okay, he'll still be apologising a few more hundred times for it.
➼ Like a gentleman, Izuku keeps you close behind him, still stuttering and apologising despite you keeping on telling him it wasn't entirely his fault.
➼ "Again, I'm so sorry! I'll pay for the damage of the suit! I'm really sorry!"
"It's really fine, Izuku-"
"NO, IT ISN'T!! I'M SORRY!"
【 八百万百 — 𝗠𝗢𝗠𝗢 𝗬𝗔𝗢𝗬𝗢𝗥𝗢𝗭𝗨 】 ༉‧₊˚.
This type of stuff happens to Momo Yaoyorozu at a point it's not even that embarrassing anymore... But if it happens to someone else? Instant jump to action! It happened as you'd expect it to happen... A close range combat wasn't something you'd do with Yaoyorozu, since she has the clear ability to create anything at all times from every single part of her body. And you clearly could see how one of those metal poles Momo usually creates from her arms suddenly manifested- Luckily only barely giving a nasty hit to your stomach, but scaring you back as you hit the floor and grazing your hero suit enough to get a large tear out of it.
➼ The second you were about to get up from the floor, Momo's already running over to you with the worry of a hen. "_____, are you okay?! Oh, your outfit-!" But then her worry falters only for a moment as she crouches near you, not even sporting a single embarrassed look on her face as she examines the damage done.
➼ In a heartbeat, you see that glittery substance appear on Yaoyorozu's body, a piece of fabric falling from the exposed skin at the middle of her torso. Momo made you a shirt!
➼ It's already happened to Momo before, and she's glad she has friends that she can count on whenever that happens, so you can count on her too!
➼ But before you can even blink or say thank you, Yaoyorozu is already throwing yourself to help you once again, assisting you to get up from the floor while asking for the upcoming cost for a fix-up to your costume.
➼ "A common and simple tear doesn't usually cost much to stitch back together, but whatever the price, I'll gladly pay for it."
"You really don't need to do anything, Yaomomo- I'll stitch it myself, thank you, though."
"Oh, come on, don't talk silly! I'll pay for it. Tell me the price."
TAGS: timeskip au, s/o is female, suggestive content (18+),
𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ochaco.uraraka 🍡
Ochaco kisses like gravity itself has shifted—sweetly, warmly, and with the power to make you feel weightless.
There's always this moment before she kisses you where she gets this look on her face—determined but soft, like she's making an important decision. Her cheeks flush that pretty pink that matches her hero costume, and she bites her lip (which is incredibly distracting), working up the courage even though you've kissed hundreds of times before. Because Ochaco never takes this for granted, never assumes, always treats each kiss like it's something special.
"Come here," she'll say softly, and there's that slight accent that gets stronger when she's emotional, when she's feeling things deeply. Her hands come up to cup your face, and her palms are warm, slightly rough from training but gentle in their touch. She stands on her tiptoes (even though she hates being reminded of her height), and then her lips are on yours and suddenly nothing else matters.
Ochako's kisses are sweet and genuine, just like her. There's no pretense, no games—just honest affection that she pours into every press of her lips. She kisses you like you're precious, like you're important, like you matter more than anything else in her world. Her lips are soft and taste faintly of the strawberry chapstick she always carries, and they move against yours with enthusiastic tenderness.
When she deepens the kiss, when her tongue slides against yours, there's sometimes this flutter in your stomach—literal weightlessness as her quirk activates unconsciously. Your feet leave the ground just slightly, and she makes this embarrassed sound against your lips, immediately releasing her quirk and bringing you back down.
"Sorry, sorry!" she gasps, pulling back just enough to speak, face burning red. "I didn't mean to—you just make me feel so much that I—"
You kiss her again to stop her apology, and she melts into it, smiling against your lips. Because the truth is, you love when she does that, love the physical manifestation of how much you affect her, love floating in her arms like you're defying the laws of physics just by loving each other.
When Ochako really gets into kissing you, when her initial shyness gives way to confidence, she's devastating. Her kisses become more assured, more passionate. Her tongue strokes against yours with increasing boldness, and her hands slide from your face into your hair, fingers threading through the strands as she pulls you closer. She makes these soft, breathy sounds that make your heart race, little sighs and hums that tell you exactly how much she's enjoying this.
She's stronger than people give her credit for—all that training, all those hours perfecting her fighting style—and she uses that strength to hold you close, to press against you until there's no space between your bodies. When you run your hands down her sides, she shivers and kisses you deeper, her tongue dancing with yours in a rhythm that makes your head spin.
Sometimes when she's really lost in the moment, she'll activate her quirk on purpose, making you both float as she kisses you breathless. There's something incredibly romantic about it—kissing while suspended in air, gravity holding no power over you, nothing existing except the two of you and the feeling of her lips on yours. She'll spin you both slowly, her arms wrapped around your neck, her smile bright and beautiful when she pulls back to look at you.
"I love you," she whispers, and there's wonder in her voice, like she still can't quite believe she gets to say that, gets to have this, gets to have you. "I love you so much."
And then she's kissing you again, floating or grounded, it doesn't matter—because with Ochaco, you're always weightless, always falling, always caught in the gravity of her affection. Her kisses are like coming home, like safety and warmth and the kind of love that makes you believe in heroes all over again.
When you finally touch back down to earth (literally and figuratively), she's grinning that beautiful smile that scrunches her nose, eyes bright with happiness, cheeks flushed, and she looks at you like you hung the moon and stars just for her. And you'd do it too, if she asked. You'd do anything for Ochaco Uraraka and her gravity-defying kisses.
𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ࣪ ˖momo.yaoyorozu 🥀
Momo kisses like everything she does—with elegance, precision, and an intensity that takes your breath away.
There's a certain refinement to the way Momo approaches intimacy. She's been trained in etiquette, in proper behavior, in maintaining composure at all times. But when she kisses you, all that careful control becomes something else entirely—not restraint, but rather a focused, deliberate passion that's somehow more intense for being so precisely applied.
She'll take your hand first, always. Her fingers intertwine with yours, and you can feel the slight calluses from training, the strength in her grip despite the delicacy of her touch. She steps closer, and there's confidence in the movement, in the way she tilts her head to look down at you (or up, depending on your height), her dark eyes holding yours with unwavering focus.
"May I?" she asks, because Momo is nothing if not polite, even in this. Especially in this. And there's something incredibly attractive about the way she asks permission, the way she makes you feel respected and desired in equal measure.
When you nod, her free hand comes up to rest at the side of your neck, thumb brushing along your jawline, and then she closes the distance with measured grace. The first touch of her lips is soft, controlled, testing. She's learning you, understanding what you like, cataloging your responses with that brilliant mind of hers.
But don't mistake control for lack of passion. Momo feels everything deeply, perhaps too deeply, and when she kisses you, all that carefully contained emotion begins to surface. Her lips part against yours, and her tongue slides out to trace the seam of your mouth with deliberate slowness, a request couched in elegant execution.
When you open for her, the kiss transforms. Her tongue slides against yours with purposeful strokes, each movement calculated for maximum effect. She's studied this, you realize—not from books or videos, but from every time she's kissed you before, learning what makes you gasp, what makes you press closer, what makes your fingers tighten in her hair. Momo is a quick learner, and she applies that considerable intellect to kissing you absolutely senseless.
Her hand at your neck is steady, fingers pressing against your pulse point where she can feel your heartbeat quicken. It grounds her, connects her to your physical response, and you feel her smile against your lips—satisfaction in knowing she affects you this way. The hand holding yours tightens, pulls you closer, and suddenly you're pressed against her tall, athletic frame, feeling every curve, every breath.
There's something incredibly sensual about the way Momo kisses. It's not rushed or frantic, but it is intense—thoroughly, completely, overwhelmingly intense. She kisses like she creates: with absolute focus and attention to detail. Every stroke of her tongue is deliberate, every shift of her lips purposeful. She's composing a masterpiece, and you're the canvas.
When she breaks the kiss to trail her lips along your jaw, down your neck, her breath is warm against your skin. "You're exquisite," she murmurs, and her voice has dropped to something lower, richer, almost husky with want. "Absolutely exquisite."
And then her mouth is on your pulse point, lips and tongue working in combination that makes your knees weak. She's precise even in this, knowing exactly where to kiss, where to apply pressure, where to use teeth just gently enough to make you gasp. When she returns to your lips, she's smiling—that rare, genuine smile that transforms her entire face—and she kisses you deeper, harder, with more passion than before.
Momo's control is exquisite, but it's not absolute. When you do something she particularly enjoys—bite her bottom lip, tangle your fingers in her long dark hair, press against her just right—that composure cracks. Her breath hitches, her grip tightens, and suddenly the kiss is more urgent, more desperate. Her tongue strokes against yours with increasing fervor, and you can feel the want radiating from her, the need she usually keeps so carefully contained.
"Please," she'll whisper against your lips, and there's something incredibly vulnerable about hearing Momo Yaoyorozu—confident, capable, brilliant Momo—asking for something, needing something. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
And you don't. You kiss her until she's breathless, until her perfect posture falters and she's leaning into you for support, until those dark eyes are hazy with desire and her lips are swollen and her hair is mussed from your fingers. You kiss her until the elegant, refined Momo gives way to something more raw, more real, more utterly devastating.
When you finally part, she takes a moment to compose herself, smoothing down her hair with trembling fingers, straightening her clothes. But she can't quite hide the flush on her cheeks, the brightness in her eyes, the small smile that plays at her lips. And she doesn't want to—because with you, she doesn't have to be perfect. She can just be Momo, and that's enough.
"Again?" she asks, and there's hope and heat in those dark eyes. And you pull her close and kiss her again, because kissing Momo Yaoyorozu is an art form, and you intend to spend a lifetime perfecting it.
𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ࣪ ˖tsuyu.asui 🪷
Tsuyu kisses like the first rainfall after a drought.
Tsu doesn't do pretense. She doesn't play games, doesn't hide behind false modesty or manufactured shyness. When she wants to kiss you, she tells you directly, in that straightforward way of hers that's become so endearing. "I want to kiss you now, ribbit," she'll say, and it's not a question, but there's always a pause where she waits for your response, respects your consent even as she states her desire plainly.
When you smile and nod, she closes the distance with unhurried purpose. Tsu never rushes anything—she's patient, methodical, thorough. Her large hands come up to rest on your shoulders, and there's strength in that grip, power contained in those deceptively delicate-looking fingers. Then she leans in, and her lips meet yours with warm pressure.
The first thing you notice is how soft her lips are. The second thing you notice is her tongue.
Tsu's quirk affects more than just her appearance, and her tongue is long, prehensile, incredibly versatile—and she knows exactly how to use it. When the kiss deepens, when her lips part and her tongue slides out to meet yours, it's an experience unlike any other. The length of it, the dexterity, the way she can wrap around your tongue and stroke it with muscular precision—it's overwhelming in the best possible way.
She makes this soft "ribbit" sound when she kisses, a quirk (no pun intended) that's entirely unconscious and absolutely adorable. It vibrates through the kiss, adds another layer of sensation that makes your head spin. Her tongue explores your mouth thoroughly, reaching places others couldn't, tasting you with clear enjoyment, and all the while she's making these quiet amphibian sounds that shouldn't be hot but absolutely are.
Tsu's kisses are wet—not unpleasantly so, but noticeably. Her quirk means she's always slightly damp, and there's something primal about the slickness of her tongue as it slides against yours, the moisture of her lips, the way she tastes like fresh rain and something uniquely Tsuyu. She kisses like a storm rolling in, intense and natural and impossible to resist.
Her hands aren't idle during this. They slide from your shoulders down your arms, and you feel the slight suction of her fingertips—another quirk trait, the ability to stick to surfaces—leaving tingling sensations in their wake. When she presses her palms flat against your back and pulls you close, you feel that subtle adhesion, the way she's literally sticking to you, claiming you as hers.
"You taste good, ribbit," she says matter-of-factly when she pulls back, her large eyes studying your face with that characteristic directness. "Like home."
And then she's kissing you again, her long tongue delving deeper, stroking along yours with deliberate, thorough movements. There's no technique borrowed from movies or romance novels—Tsu kisses purely on instinct, doing what feels good, what makes you gasp, what makes her ribbit with satisfaction. And her instincts are excellent.
When things get more heated, Tsu's composure remains largely intact. She doesn't become frantic or desperate; instead, her methodical nature applies itself to taking you apart piece by piece. Her tongue does things that should be impossible, wrapping around yours, stroking the roof of your mouth, exploring every inch of available space with thorough attention. Her hands grip you tighter, the suction of her fingertips increasing slightly, and you're effectively pinned against her, held in place by quirk and desire as she kisses you breathless.
She'll pull back occasionally to check in, to make sure you're okay, to gauge your reaction with those perceptive eyes. "Good?" she asks, and when you nod frantically, desperate for her to continue, she smiles—that wide, genuine smile—and murmurs, "Good, ribbit," before diving back in.
There's something grounding about kissing Tsuyu. She's so honest, so present, so entirely herself that it makes you feel safe to be entirely yourself too. Her kisses don't demand anything except your genuine response. She doesn't need you to perform or pretend—she just needs you to be there, with her, in the moment, genuine and real.
When you finally part for real, lips swollen and breathing heavy, she rests her forehead against yours and ribbits softly, contentedly. Her hands are still stuck to your back, and she makes no move to release them, enjoying the closeness, the connection. "I love you," she says simply, because Tsu doesn't complicate things with flowery language or dramatic declarations. She just tells you the truth, plain and simple and perfect.
Tsuyu Asui kisses like the most honest thing in the world, and in a society full of facades and performances, that honesty is the most refreshing thing you've ever tasted.
𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ mina.ashido 🌸
There's never any warning before Mina kisses you.
She doesn't do the slow build-up, the careful approach, the asking permission with words. She just sees you, decides she wants to kiss you, and suddenly she's there, bouncing on her toes, grinning that brilliant smile, pink skin glowing with excitement. "Babe!" she squeals, and then her arms are around your neck and she's pulling you down (or bending down) and kissing you like she hasn't seen you in years instead of hours.
Her enthusiasm is absolutely infectious. Mina kisses with her whole body—pressing against you, arms tight around your neck, one leg sometimes hooking around yours for balance as she stretches up. She's all warmth and energy and joy, and kissing her feels like mainlining pure happiness. Her lips are soft and always taste like whatever fruity lipgloss she's wearing that day—strawberry, cherry, watermelon, pineapple, something sweet and distinctly Mina.
She smiles while she kisses. You can feel it, the way her lips curve against yours, the way she sometimes pulls back just to grin at you before diving back in. "You're so cute," she'll say, or "I missed you so much," or "One more, just one more!" and then she's kissing you again, giggling between pecks, covering your face with quick, affectionate kisses before returning to your lips properly.
When Mina deepens the kiss, when it shifts from playful to passionate, it's like a switch flips. Suddenly all that energy focuses, concentrates, becomes laser-targeted on making you lose your mind. Her tongue slides against yours with surprising skill, and she kisses like she dances—with rhythm, with enthusiasm, with moves that shouldn't work but absolutely do.
Her hands are everywhere. In your hair, on your shoulders, sliding down your chest, cupping your face—she can't stay still, can't stop touching you. Every touch is warm (her quirk keeps her body temperature slightly elevated), and you can feel that warmth seeping into your skin, making you feel flushed and dizzy and desperately wanting more.
"Is this okay?" she asks breathlessly between kisses, and without waiting for an answer, "Can I—?" and her tongue is stroking yours again, deeper this time, more insistent. She makes these happy sounds when she kisses—little hums and sighs and occasionally full-on delighted giggles when you do something she particularly enjoys.
Mina is vocal during kissing. She tells you exactly what she likes, what feels good, what she wants. "Yes, like that!" or "More, please more!" or just your name, gasped against your lips with such affection it makes your heart squeeze. There's no shame in her desire, no embarrassment about wanting you so obviously, so completely.
When things get really heated, when you're both breathless and grabbing at each other with increasing desperation, you have to be a little careful. Mina's quirk responds to her emotions, and when she's really aroused, really excited, her skin starts producing very dilute acid. It's not enough to hurt—she has too much control for that—but you can feel it, a slight tingle where her hands rest on your skin, a small burn that's more pleasant than painful, that marks you as thoroughly as any hickey.
She notices when it happens, always pulls back with wide golden eyes, worried. "Sorry! Did I—are you—?"
"I'm fine," you assure her, pulling her back, and the relief and desire that floods her face is beautiful. She kisses you harder then, more carefully, channeling all that energy into the kiss itself rather than her quirk. Her tongue does absolutely sinful things, stroking and swirling and doing this flicking thing that makes your knees buckle.
Mina kisses like dancing, like music, like the best party you've ever been to. She kisses like joy personified, and being the focus of that joy, being the person she wants to kiss like this, is intoxicating. When she finally pulls back, she's grinning breathlessly, pink skin flushed darker with pleasure, golden eyes sparkling with mischief and affection.
"Love you!" she chirps, and kisses you one more time, quick and sweet. "Best kisser ever, by the way. Just so you know. I'm keeping you forever, no take-backs!"
And you wouldn't want to take it back anyway, because kissing Mina Ashido is like bottled sunshine, and who would ever want to let that go?
𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ kyoka.jiro 🎸
Getting Jiro to kiss you the first few times requires patience. She's not good with vulnerability, doesn't like feeling exposed, tends to hide behind sarcasm and deflection when emotions run too high. She'll roll her eyes at romantic gestures, scoff at cheesy lines, maintain that cool, slightly aloof exterior that keeps people at a distance.
But when she finally lets those walls down, when she decides she trusts you enough to show you the passionate, feeling person underneath the defensive exterior—god, it's worth the wait.
Her approach is hesitant at first, uncharacteristically uncertain. Her fingers, usually so confident on her instruments, fidget with the hem of her shirt or the ends of her hair jacks. "This is stupid," she mutters, not meeting your eyes. "I don't know why I'm so nervous. We've kissed before. This is dumb."
You take her hand, and she finally looks up, and there's vulnerability in those dark eyes that makes your chest tight. "Shut up," she says, but there's no heat in it, and then she's pulling you down by your collar and kissing you like she's afraid if she thinks about it too long she'll lose her nerve.
The first touch is a bit awkward—noses bump, angles are wrong—but then Jiro adjusts with that same precision she applies to her music, and suddenly everything clicks into place. Her lips move against yours with increasing confidence, and you realize she's been paying attention, learning, understanding the rhythm of kissing you just like she'd learn a new song.
When she deepens the kiss, her tongue sliding against yours, she makes this soft sound—pleasure and relief mixed—and her hands slide up to cup your face. Her earphone jacks, which usually hang at her sides, curl around you, wrapping loosely around your arms, your waist, adding another point of connection. They're incredibly sensitive, you've learned, and she shivers when you carefully touch them, running your fingers along their length.
Jiro's quirk adds a unique dimension to kissing. Those jacks can conduct sound, and when she's really into it, when she's losing herself in the sensation, they start picking up the rhythm of your heartbeat, the sound of your breathing, and somehow feeding it back, amplifying the experience. It's hard to explain—like kissing with surround sound, like every sense is heightened, like you can literally feel the resonance between you.
"Is this—" she gasps against your lips, pulling back just slightly, and her cheeks are flushed, her carefully maintained cool completely shattered. "Is this okay? The jack thing, I mean. It's not weird?"
"It's perfect," you tell her, and kiss her again, and she melts into it with a relieved sigh.
When Kyoka really gets going, when her initial shyness gives way to genuine passion. She kisses like she plays guitar—with rhythm and skill and an intensity that builds and builds until you're both left shaking. Her tongue strokes against yours in tempo, sometimes slow and deep like a bass line, sometimes quick and teasing like a riff. She's creative with it, trying different patterns, different pressures, paying attention to what makes you moan, what makes you grip her tighter.
Her hands slide from your face into your hair, and she pulls—not hard, but firm enough to make you gasp, to angle your head exactly where she wants it. There's control there, confidence growing with every passing second, and the realization that she can affect you like this clearly thrills her.
Her jacks wrap tighter around you, and you can feel them vibrating slightly—not sound exactly, but sensation, adding a buzz that makes everything more intense. When you run your tongue along hers in a particular way she likes, the vibration increases, and she makes this choked sound of pleasure that goes straight through you.
"Fuck," she gasps when she breaks for air, and her carefully cultivated punk image is completely demolished—lips swollen, hair mussed, eyes dark and wanting. "You're—that was—"
She can't even finish the sentence before she's kissing you again, more urgently this time, like she needs it, needs you, needs this connection that goes deeper than sound or touch or anything she can explain. Her tongue delves deep, stroking against yours with increasing desperation, and her jacks are definitely vibrating now, sending pleasant shivers across your skin wherever they touch.
When things get really intense, Jiro loses all her carefully maintained composure. She's pressing against you, hands grabbing, jacks wrapped tight around you like she's afraid you'll disappear. She's making sounds—breathy moans and gasps and your name, broken and wanting—and it's the most beautiful music you've ever heard.
Finally pulling apart, she rests her forehead against yours, breathing hard, a small smile playing at her lips. "You're pretty good at that," she says, trying for casual and completely failing. "For a dork."
"Yeah?" you tease, and she laughs, genuine and bright, and kisses you again, softer this time, sweeter, her jacks loosening to a comfortable embrace rather than a desperate grip.
Kyoka Jiro kisses like a symphoy and you'd happily spend forever learning every note.
𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ toru.hagakure 🔎
Toru Hagakure kisses like the best secret you've ever kept.
Dating someone you can't see presents unique challenges, but Toru has never let her invisibility stop her from living life to the fullest. If anything, it makes her more bold, more mischievous, more determined to make her presence known in ways that don't rely on visibility. And when it comes to kissing, she's developed an art form all her own.
You never see her coming. That's part of the fun, part of the game she loves to play. You'll be standing somewhere, minding your own business, and suddenly there are hands on your shoulders, a giggling voice in your ear, and then lips pressing against yours before you can even react.
"Surprise!" she laughs against your mouth, and you can hear the grin in her voice even if you can't see it. "Did I get you? I totally got you!"
Her kisses always start with laughter. Toru is sunshine personified, all energy and joy and mischief, and that bubbling happiness carries into every physical interaction. She kisses you and giggles at the same time, delighted by your surprise, by your willing participation, by the fact that she can affect you so completely even when you can't see her.
The invisibility adds a unique dimension to kissing. You have to rely on other senses—touch, sound, taste. You feel her lips against yours, soft and warm and enthusiastic. You hear her breathing, the small sounds she makes, the whispered words between kisses. You taste her lip gloss (she wears it religiously, says it helps people know where her mouth is, though you suspect she just likes the flavors).
"Close your eyes," she whispers, and when you do, suddenly it's not about the invisibility anymore. You're both just two people kissing, and the lack of visual input somehow makes everything else more intense. Every touch of her lips registers more strongly. Every slide of her tongue sends sharper sensations through your system. Every brush of her fingers against your skin makes you shiver.
Toru's hands are constantly moving when she kisses, and you have to track them by touch alone. They cup your face, slide into your hair, trail down your neck and across your shoulders. She's tactile, needs to touch and be touched, uses her hands to communicate presence and affection in ways her invisible body can't. When she frames your face with both palms, you know she's looking at you even though you can't see her eyes, and somehow that makes it more intimate, more real.
"You're so pretty," she murmurs between kisses. "I love your face. I love looking at you. Sometimes I just watch you and you don't even know I'm there and you make these faces when you're thinking and it's so cute I could die."
"That's a little creepy," you tease, and she gasps in mock offense.
"It's not creepy! It's romantic! I'm being romantic!" She bites your bottom lip in retaliation, gentle but firm, and then soothes it with her tongue. "Take it back or I'll stop kissing you."
"No you won't."
"You're right, I won't." And she's kissing you again, deeper now, her tongue sliding against yours with practiced ease. "I like kissing you too much."
When Toru really gets into kissing, when the playfulness settles into something more heated, her presence becomes overwhelming despite—or perhaps because of—her invisibility. You feel her everywhere. Her body presses against yours, and you map her shape by touch alone—the curve of her waist, the soft warmth of her chest, the way she fits perfectly against you. Her legs tangle with yours, and you feel the smooth skin of her thighs, the flexing of muscles as she rises on her toes or pulls you down to her level.
Her breathing gets heavier, audible in the quiet of the room, and you use the sound to orient yourself, to know where her mouth is before you capture it again. When you kiss her neck, you have to find it by touch, trailing your lips along invisible skin until she gasps and you know you've found the right spot. She makes the best sounds—breathy moans and surprised gasps and your name, whispered like a prayer.
"There," she breathes when you find a particularly sensitive spot. "Right there, yes, oh my god—"
Her invisibility means she can be bold in ways others might not. She'll kiss you in public, and no one knows except the two of you. She'll press against you in crowded spaces, her lips finding yours in stolen moments where you're surrounded by people but completely alone in your bubble of secret affection. It's thrilling, this private intimacy in public spaces, and Toru loves pushing those boundaries.
But there's vulnerability too. Sometimes, in quiet moments after passionate kissing, she'll press her forehead to yours and whisper, "Do you wish you could see me?"
And you tell her the truth—that you see her in every smile you hear in her voice, in every enthusiastic gesture you feel, in every moment of joy she brings into your life. That she's the most visible person you know, invisibility be damned.
When she kisses you after you say things like that, it's different. Slower, deeper, more emotional. Her lips move against yours with tender reverence, and her hands hold your face like you're precious, like you're the one who's rare and special and magical. Her tongue slides against yours in long, sweet strokes that speak of gratitude and love and bone-deep affection.
"I love you," she whispers, and you feel tears on her cheeks even though you can't see them. "I love you so much. Thank you for seeing me. Really seeing me."
And you kiss her again, tasting salt and sweetness, feeling her smile return, hearing her giggle as the melancholy passes and joy reasserts itself because that's who Toru is—resilient, happy, determined to find brightness even in invisibility.
Later, she'll ambush you again with surprise kisses. She'll leave lip gloss prints on your cheek. She'll whisper teasing comments during class and then kiss you breathless in empty hallways. She'll make you laugh and gasp and occasionally walk into walls because you're trying to kiss her while walking and spatial awareness is difficult when your girlfriend is invisible.
Loving her teaches you that the most important things—joy, affection, connection—have never needed to be seen to be real.
𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ nejire.hado 🌀
Nejire doesn't approach anything casually, and kissing is no exception.
She asks a million questions first. "Is now a good time? Should I use chapstick first? Do you prefer soft or firm pressure? What about tongue—do you like tongue right away or should we work up to it? Oh, but I guess we've kissed before so you know what I like but do you think I know what you like? Should I ask more questions or is that killing the mood?"
"Nejire," you laugh, cupping her face to stop the flood of words. "Just kiss me."
"Okay!" she beams, and then she does, and it's like being hit by a wave of pure enthusiasm.
Nejire kisses with total commitment. Her arms wrap around your neck, pulling you close, and her lips press against yours with firm, warm pressure. She hums happily into the kiss, this pleased, melodic sound that makes you smile against her lips. When you smile, she pulls back just enough to grin at you, her periwinkle hair floating around her face in that perpetual spiral, eyes bright with joy.
"That was nice!" she announces. "Let's do it again!"
And she does, and this time it's deeper, more exploratory. Her tongue slides against your lips, and when you part for her, she makes this delighted sound of discovery, like she's finding something wonderful and new even though you've kissed like this before. Her tongue strokes against yours with curious enthusiasm, testing different pressures, different movements, cataloging what makes you sigh, what makes you press closer.
Her quirk, the wave motion, responds to her emotions. When she's really happy, really excited, you can feel this pleasant vibration radiating from her—not strong enough to move you, but enough to feel like humming energy against your skin. It's like kissing someone while standing next to a purring cat, this constant pleasant buzz that makes everything more intense.
"Is this good?" she asks, pulling back to study your face with those wide, expressive eyes. "You look flushed. Is that good flushed or bad flushed? Should I do something different? What if I—"
You kiss her again to stop the questions, and she melts into it with a giggle. "Okay, okay, less talking, more kissing. I can do that!"
And she does, with remarkable focus once she gets going. Nejire might seem scattered, but when she's interested in something, she gives it her complete attention. And right now, she's very interested in kissing you absolutely senseless. Her tongue does complicated things—swirls and flicks and long, dragging strokes that make your toes curl. She's creative with it, trying new techniques, seeing what works, what makes you moan, what makes your fingers tighten in her floating hair.
Her hands aren't idle either. They roam across your shoulders, down your arms, along your sides, exploring with the same curiosity she brings to everything. When she finds a spot that makes you shiver—the sensitive skin just below your ear, the dip of your collarbone—she focuses there, kissing and licking and occasionally using teeth, delighted by your reactions.
"You're so responsive!" she says happily against your neck. "I love how you react to me. It's like a science experiment but way more fun and also I get to kiss you which is the best!"
Even in the middle of making out, Nejire can't help but comment, observe, process out loud. But somehow it's not annoying—it's endearing, quintessentially her, and you wouldn't change it for anything. Besides, between the commentary, she's kissing you so thoroughly, so enthusiastically, that you can barely think straight.
When things get really heated, when her breathing quickens and her cheeks flush and that vibration from her quirk intensifies, Nejire becomes almost aggressive in her enthusiasm. She presses closer, kisses harder, her tongue stroking against yours with increasing urgency. Her hair floats more wildly around both of you, creating this bubble of spiraling periwinkle that feels private, intimate, like you're in your own world.
"I love you," she says between kisses, and then immediately, "Did you know your lips get exactly 3.7% fuller when we've been kissing for more than five minutes? I timed it! Well, estimated. It's hard to time things when your brain feels fuzzy. You make my brain feel fuzzy. Is that normal? That's probably normal. Oh, that thing you just did with your tongue—do that again!"
You do, and she makes this beautiful sound of pleasure, high and sweet, and kisses you so hard you stumble backward. She follows, never breaking contact, until you're pressed against a wall and she's pressed against you and there's no space left between your bodies. Her hands frame your face, and she kisses you deeply, thoroughly, with surprising skill hidden beneath all that scattered energy.
When you finally break apart, you're both breathing hard. Nejire's eyes are sparkling, her smile radiant, her hair a wild spiral around her flushed face. "Again?" she asks hopefully, already leaning in, and you laugh and kiss her again because how could you ever say no to Nejire Hado?
Author's Note: You guys loved the boys so much, I had to write the girls too! Thanks to @amyisgay123. They each have such distinct personalities, and writing how their quirks would influence their affection was REALLY fun (Ochaco making you float? Yes, please. I feel like that’s already canon. Toru being a menace? Absolutely.
can i have top!ochako where there on vacation to the beach with their 1-A friends but fem!reader is teasing tf outta her and ochako goes full freaky deaky on her in their hotel room?
(lowk inspired from ur other one but i tried changing the plot js a bit) 🤗🩷
Challenging Me?
༉‧₊˚. summary: bratty!reader teasing gf!ochako at the beach and gets a lesson back at the hotel
༉‧₊˚. warning/s: wlw smut, mdni, 18+, cunnilingus, overstimulation, fingering, use of strap, top!ochako, dom/sub dynamic, teasing, use f petnames
༉‧₊˚. w/c: 3.1k~
The sun beat down on the private beach stretch the class had rented for the week. Waves crashed steadily in the background while laughter and shouting filled the air. Most of Class 1-A had scattered—some in the water, others sprawled on towels. You and Ochako had claimed a shaded spot near the rocks, but you’d spent the last three hours making sure she couldn’t relax for a single second.
You leaned over her towel, droplets from your wet hair landing on her stomach as she tried to read. “You’re looking a little flushed, Ochako. Sure it’s just the sun?”
She glanced up, cheeks already pink. “Y/N.”
“What?” You grinned, dragging a finger along the edge of her bikini top. “Just making sure my girlfriend isn’t overheating. Wouldn’t want you floating off again like yesterday.”
Ochako’s eyes narrowed, but the corner of her mouth twitched. You’d been at it all day—brushing against her in the water, whispering filthy little comments when no one was looking, pressing your thigh between hers while you “helped” apply sunscreen. She’d been patient. Barely.
By the time the group headed back to the hotel for dinner, her patience had worn thin.
The elevator ride up to your shared room was quiet. The second the door clicked shut behind you, Ochako grabbed your wrist and spun you around, pressing your back against the wall.
“You’ve been a real pain in the ass today,” she said, voice low. Her usual soft tone had an edge to it now. She tapped you with her fingertips—Quirk activated—and your feet left the floor, floating inches off the ground.
You smirked, heart racing. “Finally. Thought you’d never snap.”
Ochako floated you across the room and dropped you onto the bed. You bounced once before she was on you, knees bracketing your hips, hands pinning your wrists above your head. She deactivated her Quirk so gravity settled again, her weight keeping you in place.
“You think it’s funny, teasing me in front of everyone?” She leaned down, lips brushing your ear. “Rubbing up against me in the water like that. Telling me how wet you were while Mina was two feet away.”
You shivered, biting your lip. “Maybe I do.”
Ochako’s hand slid down your body, yanking the knot of your bikini top loose with one tug. The fabric fell away. She palmed your breast roughly, thumb flicking over your nipple until it hardened.
“Brat,” she muttered. She shifted lower, mouth latching onto your other nipple, sucking hard. You arched off the bed with a sharp gasp. She didn’t let up, teeth grazing just enough to make you squirm.
When she pulled back, her eyes were dark. “You’re gonna stay right here and take it. No tapping out. Got it?”
“Yeah—fuck, yeah.”
She stripped the rest of your bikini off efficiently, then stood up long enough to shed her own. The sight of her—sun-kissed skin, determined expression—made heat pool low in your stomach.
Ochako climbed back on top, this time facing away from you in a reverse straddle. She hooked your thighs over her shoulders and lowered herself onto your face without warning.
“Get to work, Y/N.”
You groaned into her, tongue sliding through her soaked folds immediately. She was dripping. All that teasing had clearly affected her more than she let on. You licked and sucked eagerly, focusing on her clit while she rocked her hips against your mouth.
Ochako moaned softly, then leaned forward. Her fingers spread you open before two slid inside you without preamble. You moaned louder against her, the vibration making her thighs tense.
“That’s it,” she breathed, pumping her fingers deep and steady. “Keep that pretty mouth busy.”
She added a third finger, curling them perfectly against that spot inside you. Your legs shook around her shoulders. She ground down harder on your tongue, chasing her own pleasure while driving you closer to the edge.
You tried to warn her you were close, but it came out muffled. Ochako didn’t stop. She rubbed your clit with her thumb in tight circles until you came hard around her fingers, hips jerking up, moaning into her pussy.
She rode out your orgasm, then lifted off your face just enough to let you breathe. Her fingers kept moving slowly inside you, dragging out the aftershocks.
“Already cumming?” She sounded amused. “We’re nowhere near done.”
She flipped around, settling between your legs this time. Without giving you time to recover, she pushed your thighs apart and buried her face in you. Her tongue was relentless—lapping, sucking, fucking into you while two fingers continued their steady thrust.
You grabbed at her hair, thighs trying to close around her head. “O-Ochako— shit— too soon—”
She pinned your hips down with surprising strength. “You can take it. You wanted this, remember?”
The overstimulation hit fast. Every lick sent sparks shooting up your spine. You writhed under her, torn between pushing her away and pulling her closer. Ochako hummed against you, the vibration making your eyes roll back.
When she sucked hard on your clit, you came again with a broken cry, back arching off the bed. She didn’t pull away. She kept licking you through it until you were shaking, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
Ochako finally sat up, lips shiny, looking far too satisfied. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
“On your stomach.”
You rolled over on shaky limbs. Ochako grabbed a pillow and shoved it under your hips, tilting your ass up. She straddled your thighs, one hand pressing between your shoulder blades to keep your chest down.
You heard the soft click of the bottle of lube from the nightstand. Then two slick fingers pressed against your ass.
“Relax, Y/N,” she murmured, leaning down to kiss your spine. “You’re gonna take these too.”
She worked one finger in slowly, then the second, scissoring gently while her other hand reached around to play with your clit. The dual sensation had you moaning into the mattress, pushing back against her hand.
“Greedy,” she teased, adding a third finger. “Look at you. Still trying to get more after cumming twice.”
You whimpered when she pulled her fingers out. The blunt head of the strap she’d pulled from her suitcase pressed against your pussy instead. She’d packed it. Of course she had.
Ochako pushed in with one smooth thrust, bottoming out deep. You gasped at the stretch, fingers clawing at the sheets.
“Fuck— Ochako—”
She gripped your hips and started fucking you in earnest—deep, rolling strokes that made the bed creak. Each thrust pushed you harder into the pillow, ass raised perfectly for her.
“You like pushing me until I snap?” she asked, voice breathy but steady. She reached forward and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back. “This what you wanted?”
“Yes— God, yes—”
She fucked you harder, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. One hand slipped under you again, rubbing your clit in time with her thrusts. Your third orgasm built fast, almost painfully.
“Don’t hold back,” she ordered. “Cum for me.”
You shattered again, clenching hard around the strap, a broken moan tearing from your throat. Ochako kept going, fucking you through it until your legs gave out.
She pulled out and flipped you onto your back. Her face was flushed, hair messy, but her eyes were still hungry. She pushed your legs up and over her shoulders, folding you in half as she slid back inside.
This angle was brutal. She hit deep with every thrust, grinding against your clit. You were oversensitive, sobbing quietly with each drag of her cock inside you.
“Too much?” she asked, not slowing down.
You shook your head, tears slipping down your temples. “D-don’t stop—”
Ochako smiled, dark and satisfied. She pinned your wrists again and leaned in close, fucking you with short, punishing thrusts.
“Gonna cum one more time for me, Y/N. Then I’ll let you rest.”
You didn’t think you could, but she worked your clit steadily, never breaking rhythm. The pressure built again—sharp and overwhelming. When it finally broke, your whole body seized, a silent cry stuck in your throat.
Ochako groaned softly as she came too, hips stuttering against you before she collapsed, still buried deep.
For a long minute, the only sounds were your ragged breathing. She eventually pulled out carefully and untangled your limbs, pulling you into her chest.
“You okay?” she asked, voice soft again. Her fingers traced soothing patterns on your back.
You nodded weakly against her neck. “Yeah. Fuck… you went hard.”
“You earned it.” She kissed your temple, a small smirk in her voice. “Keep teasing me tomorrow and we’ll see what happens.”
You laughed breathlessly, already sore and satisfied. “Challenge accepted.”
synopsis: thirsting over a gym pic they posted lol
including: K. Bakugo, I. Midoriya, S. Todoroki, E. Kirishima, T. Amajiki, H. Sero, K. Takami, T. Todoroki/Dabi, T. Shigaraki, H. Toga, O. Uraraka, M. Ashido, M. Yaoyorozu, N. Hado, R. Usagiyama/Mirko.
"guys.. i just got the most awesomest idea ever" kaminari exclaims as climbs up onto the couch in the common room, "lets make a playlist together!!"
"a playlist? thats actually a pretty good idea.." jiro replied "and awesomest isnt a word, dimwit"
gorillaz,panchiko,mgmt
denki kaminari's music taste developed heavily throughout the school year (he used to listen to white boy pop), a lot of the music he likes is from jiro, at first he listened to panchiko, gorillaz etc to impress her but he ended up liking them too, jiro still thinks hes faking ♡
lil hero, ayesha erotica, prime doja
mina ashido's music taste is centered around girly hyperpop, it keeps her moving and energizes her when she wants to breakdance, or when she wants to lift her/others moods. shes very accepting of all music taste's but she tends to make little jokes here and there about sad music ♡
sombr, gracie abrams, katseye...
mineta. he invited himself to the playlist, nobody wanted him to be there nor did they want him to add any music (except for sero and kami they vouched for him) they got rid of all the songs he added later
nujabes, king geedorah, dean blunt
shoji is calm and collected, his music taste reflects his personality, he prefers instrumentals and calm music ♡
king krule,mf doom,earl sweatshirt
katsuki bakugo likes british rap, but not british drill like central cee dont be mistaken, he likes artists like king krule. he often plays songs by these artists on the drums, he never, ever plays the drums for anybody else ♡
newjeans,illit,fifty fifty
ochako uraraka loves kpop!! her and hagakure meet up after school and chit chat inside hagakure's dorm with ochakos playlist in the background (ochako's playlist isn't actually on her phone, she has to borrow hagakure's whenever she wants to listen to music because her phone doesn't have music facilities) ♡
wave to earth, foo fighters, deftones
kirishima eijiro's music taste is very diverse, he could listen to literally anything, even country. he's like the guy to go to if you want someone to listen to this cool new song you found, he'll listen and he'll instantly add it to his 45 hour long playlist ♡
the official hero guide podcast
izuku midoriya doesn't listen to much music ♡
panchiko, paramore, linkin park
kyoka jiro loves music, her music taste isn't diverse but she likes indulging in different genres like kirishima does, but only because she feels like she needs to be open minded if she wants to advance in her music journey ♡
miyagi michio,goro yamaguchi,joe hisaishi
momo yaoyorozu's music taste reflects her expensive taste, she enjoys traditional japanese artists, but she is very open minded and has no complaints when listening to a different genre ♡
