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(Makings plan for the shikasha raid)

Nighteye: that sounds like a terrible plan

Midoriya: oh don’t worry we’ve had worse

so amajiki

used to call mirio “sun”

and

amajiki’s hero name is “sun eater” ??

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Redamancy  iii

Redamancy (n.) The act of loving in return

pairings: mirio togata x female reader 

@sweet-but-yandere asked:  Could you do a part three of the yandere mirio x reader “redamancy” or maybe a sequel to it? ///   anonymous asked:Part 3 of Redamancy where he try’s to get the reader pregnant out of jealousy but she does not want a baby still Mirio forces him self on her.

warnings: nsfw, noncon, breeding kink, mirio being a scumbag. all characters are 18+

a/n: ok so this gotta be the last in this series lmao. i didnt really think people would be into mirio that much but ya all the love for sunshine daddy.  

word count.: 1948

Mirio’s gaze turned to you, sky blue eyes stared at how you sipped on your drink. Your glossy, pink stained lips puckered around the straw. Was that a new shade? You had never put something like that on before. Probably tasted like strawberries or cherries, “Mirio!” your voice drove him out his thoughts. You stood in front of him, your hands at your hip, “What are you thinking about?” Mirio felt his cheek heat up.

‘I was thinking about you sucking my dick, do you mind?’

“Nothing, we should get going. Lunch’s bout’ to get over soon.” He grabs your wrist and pulls you towards the school building, you almost trip over your feet, “Hey! Slow down!” You bump into his chest, which was hard as a rock. “You’re a klutz,” he laughs. “It’s your fault!” he pats your head and continues laughing, he finds him self thinking how much smaller you are compared to him. His entire hand can literally cover your face, he can easily pick you and throw you over his shoulder.

What is stopping him? Seriously?

His smile drops when he catches you staring at him. The guy he beat up months ago and threatened him to stay out of your life. You were staring at him chatting away, giggling with some nameless girl. He studied your sully expression, how your eyes looked sad, and lip turned into a sad pout; he could tell you were upset and that pissed him off. Why did you still think about him? Why did you still care about that jerk? Didn’t you move on yet?

Mirio felt himself get riled up from the same rage he had felt the first time he had seen you with this man. The frustration, anger, and jealousy all came surging back to him as he realized that you obviously did not feel the same way about him as he did about you. Maybe he’ll have to do more than just be nice to get you to understand he’s the one for you, the one and only.

“Hey, what’s wrong? You coming?” His hand rested on your shoulder as gripped on it a little tighter. He would show you who you belong to. You will get what is coming.

Mirio walked into an empty classroom which echoed soft sobs and sniffles. You sat on your seat, your head resting on the desk as you cried. Mirio’s face dropped and he rushed to you wrapping his arms around you, pulling your upper half to his chest. He rubbed your head, “It’s okay now. I am here,” he whispered into your ear shushing you. “What happened?” he asked after you had calmed down. “Why are you still here?” “I came to get you, now, what happened?” you gulped before answering, you feel the lump in your throat rise as your voice cracked. “Why?”

Mirio was confused, what were you about? “Am I not good enough? Why did he leave me?” tears fell to your cheeks again as you breath hitched.

Of course, you were thinking about him. Mirio felt something in him snap. He pulled away from the hug and stood in front of you, grabbing your jaw squishing your cheeks. Your eyes widened in horror as he pulled your face closer to him, his elbows rested on the desk separating the two of you. He looked down on you, his eyes bored into yours with malice and anger, “Mirio you’re-” “Shut the fuck up.” he snapped. “Do you know why he left? Why did your precious little pretty boy leave you?” you were too scared to answer, you didn’t get to anyways, “Because. I fucking told him to stay away from you. Got it?” Your eyebrows knit together and tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, “I fucking beat him up. You know why I did that?” he asked again.

His voice was menacing, he was shouting at you and you were scared.

“Answer me! You fucking ungrateful bitch!” You started whimpering, Mirio had never talked to you this way before. A weak no left your trembling lips, “It’s because you’re mine.” he spat, he waited for you to say something but you were still trying to process his words. It was a lot to take in, you couldn’t believe that Mirio would ever do something like that. You wanted to think this was a joke but no, he was dead serious.

The ray of sunshine, the great hero to be, Mirio Togata was a scumbag, no, he was worse.

You started releasing the situation you were in, there was no doubt, he wouldn’t hesitate to hurt you too. The flight or fight instinct kicked in and you tried to free your face from his grasp, successfully freeing yourself from his chains you got up from the desk and made a run for the door. Mirio stared at you in disbelief, his eyes wide and lips curled upwards he internally laughed at your foolishness. Wasting no time, he quickly got behind you capturing your wrist and pulling you back to his chest. A large hand wrapped around your waist, keeping you securely pinned to his torso.

You are so stupid. Did you seriously think you could get away from him? He is twice your size.

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😳😳😳😳 fainted. .🔇🔈🔉🔊

How we feeling about werewolf Mirio?

Werewolf Mirio is the local werewolf- as in, everyone knows he’s a werewolf.

And how would anyone not know? He’s big, he’s scary, he has sharp teeth and claws and spoke with a growls rumble permanently stuck in his tone.

But he’s so sweet. Terribly so. Makes himself small and is constantly telling awful jokes that suck quickly disarm anyone that sees the intimidating wolf man. Loves landing a helping hand, wherever and whenever, and loves it even more when he makes the pretty lady in the flower shop smile and laugh.

Your shop is just so pleasant to be in, easy on his sensitive nose too, and your company is just so heartwarming as you entertain his bad jokes and silly antics. And he too plays along with your games, keeps his eyes closed and pretend he’s thinking about which flower you just held under his nose for him to sniff and guess the name.

God, he loves you so much. He wants to tell you but is a little reluctant because he knows that, despite how the townsfolk are so accepting of him, he was still different, still a monster, and he’s scared that you’ll see that too one day. You’ll eventually stop commenting on how cute his ears are and how fluffy his tail is, start noticing that he has really sharp fangs, has claws the can grip you still with fear of being teared to pieces.

Mirio refuses to bring any harm your way- that’s why he completely ceases to exist when his rut rolls by. During that time, all his thoughts were about you, but no longer giving you sweet kisses or getting that cute giggle out of you.

No, he thinks of pressing your ankles to your ears as he stretches your cunt open. He thinks of slobbering and slurping up all your juices (and he knows you’ll taste as good as you smell, his nose can always shamefully pick up when you got yourself off the day before). He thinks of plugging you up with his knot and shoot ropes of cum in your womb in such an absurd amount that would definitely make his seed catch and grow your belly round and heavy with his puppies- his puppies that would look like you, his puppies that will be taken care of by you, his puppies who’ll want more siblings and he’ll breed you all over again for both his and their sake.

For an entire week, Mirio fucks his fist raw with all those thoughts of you and his knot never went down once. His instincts spoke louder, told him to claim his mate once and for all.

Everyone knows Mirio disappears for a whole week but no one knows why. No matter how much reassurance told you that he’d pop back in life all fine and dandy- and truly, he does come back like nothing happened- you can’t stop yourself from worrying.

So you go to his house on the week he stopped stopping by your shop.

You knock at his door a few times, brows creased from beginning to end.

“Mirio? Are you alright? Are you in there…?”

His voice is almost unrecognizable muffled by the door, deep, gravely and animalistic.

“Go away.”

It zips the chilling shiver of fear with the way it sounded like a threat, but you pick up on how it sounded pained more than anything else. You couldn’t let your worried heart suffer any long so you dug out the spare key he had given you a few weeks back, for emergencies only.

The second you step into his house is the same second your cheek first on the ground, sun dress merciless ripped into raining confetti, a clawed hand on the middle of your back keeping you pinned down.

He growls again and this time, you come to the sudden realization that Mirio is a dangerous wolf.

“I told you to go away. It isn’t safe. It’s not safe around me. With you here, I- shit, fuck.” He’s words jumble, mouth visibly watering at your floral scent invading his senses. He curves over you and bites at your shoulder to keep you down, not enough to break skin, but had you yelping regardless.

He groans when he rubs his hard cock on your cunt, eyes fluttering at the feeling of your folds and slick on him, far more pleasurable than hours spent in his fist. Fuck, he could cum from this alone.

But Mirio still fights against his instincts, still clings to his guilt in disgust over what he’s doing to you as he kept grinding and humping your core. He growls a more apologetic whine this time.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I-I don’t want to hurt you but I can’t help it. That’s why I had to stay away. Fuck, I want you so bad, but I can’t hurt you.”

His brows pinch tight as he gnaws on your shoulder, clawing at the floorboard to not carve your back. He then feels your gentle touch on his cheek, snapping his eyes open to your face right nest to yours, your lips slightly parted in ragged breaths, eyes lidded. There was fear in them, but so much more than that.

“It’s alright, Mirio. I know you’d never hurt me. You’re the one in pain- probably have been for a long time.”

He reflexively growls when you shift under him, but you didn’t move away- just arched your back to stick your ass out some for him, used your hand to guide his throbbing cock to line with your pussy. He stutters weak protests, already losing his inner battle.

“It’s alright.” You breath again. “I trust you. You can do it, Mirio… you can have me.”

Mirio’s mind goes blank the minute he slides into you, foam gathering around his gritted teeth. He can’t bring himself to be gentle when he grabs your waist and slams forward to bottom out in one go, ears stinging with your shrill squeal. He doesn’t wait for you to adjust either and immediately fucks you like the wild dog he is, growling and drooling as his heavy balls slap on your clit, knot already swelling on the base.

You can only pant and claw at the floorboard for dear life. He was going in so deep, deeper than you could ever imagine while using your fingers at the thought of him. He was filling your every crevice too, probably making your tummy poke out with how big he really was. Like you were meant for him, you chanted broken cries of “Mirio, Mirio, Mirio” and he fucked you faster and harder and rougher, until his knot pops in and he collapses his weight on top you, fucking your cunt as deep as possible, completely oblivious to all the cream and cum he’s squirting out of you with each thrust or how he was melting your brain into his need breathing bitch.

In the small moments of lucidity between orgasms, he promised himself to properly nest and clean you up as his precious mate. It’s the least he could do as an apology for fucking the feeling right out of your legs.

Wholesome... ✂💺💻💽💾

BNHA PRO HUSBAND SCENARIOS: Reacting to them getting baby fever when you’re both Pro Heroes

Feat: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, and Mirio Togata

Warning: highly suggestive content

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Izuku Midoriya

It was completely your fault, you had no right looking so beautiful holding the small month old baby in your arms. Battered, bruised, and covered in cuts, and yet you looked absolutely stunning with that glowing motherly smile on your face as you hushed and rocked the baby to sleep. Izuku’s head was spinning seeing you like this, something in his heart stirred yelling at him that you’d be a perfect mother.

“Oh hi honey, didn’t see you there.”, you giggled quietly trying to stay professional.

Izuku wanted to speak but seeing you hold the baby had left his mind stuck on one thought, “A-Are you both okay?”, he asked stupidly watching the sleeping baby wrap it’s small hand around your ring finger.

“We’re fine love. The mission was a success and the Baby’s mom and dad have been found we’re just waiting for them to come.”, you whisper smiling down at the small baby in your arms.

“It suits you.”, Izuku mumbles out loud making you stare at him, he’s about to stutter out an excuse but you’re both scared when a woman’s cries fill your ears.

The baby’s parents had finally found you and ran to you with open arms, they both tackled you honestly just trying to hold their baby. You gave the baby back to her mother and the father hugged you with tears spilling from his eyes and thanked you. You smiled and nodded feeling your heart clench tightly once the baby had left your arms. Izuku notices and his mind fills with the thought of giving you a baby of your own.

You both return home in silence and while you started dinner you notice Izuku missing.

“Izuku? Zu? Honey where’d you go?”, you called throughout the house eventually finding him in his office taking down his things.

“Izuku what’re you doin-“

“I need to make the nursery.”

You’re left completely shocked by his response watching him work diligently to carefully and quickly put his stuff away. He stops for a moment and rushes up to you, cupping your cheeks in his hands before slamming a deep passionate kiss on your lips. You accidentally moan against his lips and find yourself being pressed against the wall by his large sculpted body.

“I-Izuku what’s gotten into you?”, you gasp turning away from him as embarrassment danced over your face.

“I want a baby, I want to give you a baby.”, he admits sternly, “I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately but seeing you today…glowing the way you did with that baby in your arms…I-it made me want one even more.”

You flushed bright red to his response, but his hungry emerald hues caught how your thighs clenched and squirmed to his words. You wanted this just as bad as he did, that baby had given you both baby fever and you weren’t even mad.

“I-I…I want a boy.”, you admit staring up into his hungry eyes.

Izuku had completely changed, he’d become feral for you, confident and cocky, “Then I’ll give you one.”

The house almost burnt down since you had forgotten about dinner on the stove.

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Katsuki Bakugou

Bakugou was in his prime, barely to be 28, and already happily married to the sassiest woman he’d ever met but he felt something digging at him. After getting to hold Kirishima’s little girl and being dubbed her god father Katsuki was left with some brewing thoughts. Everywhere he looked there was a pregnant woman or a baby in its stroller or it’s parents arms. He longed for that same sensation, he grew the need to have a baby of his own, he wasn’t sure what was happening to him but on his day off he somehow stumbled into a baby clothing store and his heart was overflowing. He found Dynamight themed onesies and compulsively bought it, it was just to cute for him to ignore.

“Oh that would look lovely on our baby.”, a young woman smiled gently rubbing her round stomach, her husband was holding up two separate sets for her to choose from and Katsuki’s feverish mind pictured that happy couple as you and him.

Now here he was at home, sitting at the edge of his bed mindlessly rubbing his thumbs over the small onesie as more and more thoughts stirred in his mind. He wanted a baby, no needed one, needed to have a baby with his pretty little Queen. “Fuck I’m losing my mind, stupid fucking shitty hair and his cute ass baby.”, Katsuki groaned flopping onto the bed.

“Suki I’m home.”

Katsuki groaned letting you know he was in the room but completely forgot about the onesie in his hand, “Hey baby cakes, long day?”, he sighed sitting up to get his sugar from you.

You pressed a deep kiss to his lips making him hum in delight, you noticed the onesie in the corner of your bed and squealed seeing it. Bakugou realized he’d been caught and groaned, “Katsuki what is this?”, you smiled holding it up in the air.

“A baby onesie…I-I picked it up at the store today.”, he sighed staring anywhere but you.

“This is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, bet our baby would look super cute in it.”, you said out loud.

His red eyes were immediately glaring at your stomach once you had said that but he didn’t see anything different.

“Wait what?”

“Oh yeah I’m pregnant, I wasn’t gonna tell you until I was showing but since someone has baby fever I guess it’s okay to tell you early.”, you giggled running off to find your positive pregnancy test.

God Katsuki was all over you once he read the positive test, you smiled and tried to escape him but that was not happening anytime soon. His lips were all over your face and neck, leaving a warm trail all over your skin. “K-Katsuki down boy.”, you whined feeling his bulge against your crotch.

“No way. Not now, not ever. I’m gonna make sure you stay filled and then we’re going shopping, you need maternity clothes and the baby needs all her shit too.”, Katsuki growled seductively stripping himself of his shirt.

“We don’t even know if it’ll be a girl!”, you screamed flushing bright red to his naked form.

“It’s gonna be a girl I know it, my little Queen is gonna give me my little Princess.”, he growls slowly stripping you.

Katsuki keeps his word, he does make sure to keep you filled and honestly you’re pretty sure he just wasted a fortune on everything he just bought you and the baby.

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Mirio Togata

Being a pro was never an easy job, but seeing all the families around him made Mirio long for a family of his own. He had brought up the idea to you before but you never really gave him a solid answer. Then it happened, during your anniversary dinner you both caught sight of a beautiful little baby that absolutely adored staring at you. Mirio couldn’t help himself and started making faces at the baby making him laugh with glee. The baby’s laugh was contagious, it made you both feel so warm inside. Seeing the way Mirio swooned for the baby made you smile, Mirio was always good with kids, he’d proved it more then once but now…now the idea of a family sounded good in your head.

“Wasn’t that baby just the cutest?”, Mirio cheered.

“Yeah super cute.”

Mirio suddenly became quiet, his face twisted into a strange frown. You snapped out of his mood with a kiss to the lips and smiled at him, “Our times coming soon, I promise.”, you whispered.

Mirio’s mind went blank to those words and slowly but surely he showed you just how much he wanted this. He made one of the spare bedrooms into a nursery and decorated it full of superheroes, of course he didn’t let you in the room for anything which sucked since you couldn’t even get the keys. I’m that room he hid everything, your maternity gear, baby clothes, strollers, car seats, everything until the fated day you told him you were pregnant.

Mirio broke down sobbing finding your positive test sitting atop a corny shirt that read ‘I have the strongest daddy.’. Mirio wore that shirt for a month straight awaiting his sweet round baby but his baby fever never went away.

“Honey I’m on babysitting duty tonight! Look I have the Amajiki twins!”, Mirio cheered holding both the elf eared toddlers in his arms.

You smiled at waved at your nephews who immediately sought out to play games with their favorite uncle. Mirio has become extremely caring and nurturing, doing whatever the kids wanted, playing, drawing, sleeping, anything at all just to see them happy.

“Hey uncle when will we get a new baby cousin?”

“Oh soon little one. Aunty (Y/n) is raising the baby right now in her belly.”, Mirio smiled watching you waddle around the kitchen while you made dinner.

Both the twins stared at you and then at each other before popping the question, “Where do babies come from?”

You nearly tripped hearing that sentence and glared at Mirio to keep his mouth shut but he answered.

“When a mommy and daddy love each other very much they do a magic trick together and the daddy puts hi-“

“THEIR MAGIC CALLS A STORK AND THE STORK BRINGS THE BABY!”, you screamed throwing a pillow at your stupid husband.

The twins giggled and rushed to the kitchen to cling to your legs, the both rubbed your growing belly and smiled excited for their new friend.

Why? Why must this make me feel horny... 😺🙏🙎🙇🙆

Have y’all ever thought about GymBro!Mirio ?

Warning (18+) Minors DNI

GymBro!Mirio who’d spotted you as soon as you walked through the door in your cute little Nike shorts that made your thick thighs bulge at the bottom.

GymBro!Mirio that literally pushed passed the flock of women dying for his attention, just so he could talk to you.

GymBro!Mirio that’s built like a fucking Adonis and you’d be so intimidated if he didn’t have the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen.

GymBro!Mirio who says that you don’t even need to be in the gym because your body is amazing.

GymBro!Mirio that insists on staying by your side and going through a routine that would focuses on maintaining rather than losing weight.

GymBro!Mirio that presses his body flush against yours as he corrects your stance.

GymBro!Mirio who’s large hands rests on the small of your back while he watches you complete your set.

GymBro!Mirio who stares at your ass every time you squat , amazed at the way it ripples with each motion. That shit love like water 🥴

GymBro!Mirio that insists you exchange numbers, so that he can make sure that you’re on the right track in your workout journey.

GymBro!Mirio that has you coming in three times a week just so he can spend more time with you.

GymBro!Mirio who convinces you that dieting isn’t necessary, but suggests that you add more proteins and healthy fats to your daily intake.

GymBro!Mirio that says “don’t worry about it, it’s working, you just can’t see it” when you complain about not losing weight, not realizing that your current diet is actually causing you to gain a bit more fat in your thighs and ass.

GymBro!Mirio that’s slowly becoming more and more obsessed with you. Often finding himself daydreaming about you whenever you weren’t around.

GymBro!Mirio who calls you all the time. Just “checking in like a good friend.

GymBro!Mirio who fists his cock in his hand, biting his lip, while you ramble on about your day.

GymBro!Mirio that’s so close, just from the sound of your voice because he’s so pent up. He hadn’t fucked anyone since he met you 2 months ago,

GymBro!Mirio that whimpers your name, white seed spilling onto his stomach after a ground breaking orgasm.

GymBro!Mirio that’s been a lot more touchy, always throwing an arm over your shoulder and running his fingers over your skin.

GymBro!Mirio that’s whispering in your ear, that your ass looked amazing during those squats while he hugs you from behind.

GymBro!Mirio who’s breathing down your neck, licking the shell of your ear while he grinds his hardon against your ass.

GymBro!Mirio that’s pulling inside the locker rooms and slamming you down on the bench.

GymBro!Mirio who has your hands behind your knees, holding up your thighs while he drills his cock into your cunt.

GymBro!Mirio that’s squeezing your pudgy stomach and circling your clit while he watches you cream around his dick.

GymBro!Mirio that’s moaning your name and telling you that this is the best pussy he’s ever had.

GymBro!Mirio who’s apologizing because your sweet brown cunny is milking him dry and it’s just too good to pull out.

GymBro!Mirio who’s eyes roll to the back of his head when your orgasm makes your hole clench around him, pushing him over the edge.

GymBro!Mirio that’s just coming so fucking much, painting your insides with ropes of hot sticky cum. Fucking it back into you overstimulated cunt as quickly as it spills out.

GymBro!Mirio that bends down to kiss you sweetly and tell you that you’re amazing 🥺

GymBro!Mirio who’s chuckling at your fucked out expression and the doe eyes that you give him as he caresses your cheek.

GymBro!Mirio who’s confessing that he likes you, and asks you to be his girlfriend as his cum seeps from your hole.

GymBro!Mirio that’s so excited when you say yes that he accidentally thrusts up into your overstimulated pussy when he leans down to hug you, making you squirt all over him.

GymBro!Mirio who’s eager to get you cleaned up so that you can head over to his place, where he’ll fuck you again and again.

We love GymBro!Mirio 🥴

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A/N: OKAY SO LET ME START BY SAYING, THIS FIC IS 2 1/2 MONTHS LATE. I originally wanted to post this for Black History Month. But I'm black all year so better late than never! Also, I apologize to all those waiting for me to upload, I've been consumed by Sims 4 and even made Mirio in-game lmao. If you have not finished MHA Season 4, there's a mild spoiler. Lastly, this is smut, so read at your own horniness risk.

Pairings: Mirio Togata X Black/POC!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Cursing

Word Count: 5.1K

As new graduates, the world was bright and shiny, like an apple ripe enough to bite. You decided after all the hell you and Mirio went through this year; it would be enough to graduate and offer Mirio a well-deserved rest. Too many nights went on with sweat induced nightmares with tears flooding from his despairing blue eyes; Reliving the horrors of fighting Chisaki, losing his quirk and his mentor who always showed him promise until his last breath.

Although you were at another agency during the ordeal, you always kept in contact with Tamaki and Nejire. At first, Tamaki didn't want to share any information, because he knew how it would tear you apart, but after he saw where your loyalty stood, he had to. You spent the rest of your days taking care of Mirio. By his side as soon as you knew his whereabouts. Staying in the hospital overnight, even going home to get a spare change of clothes, just to come back. You watched as he vented what it felt like for him. Not a single bone in your body blamed Eri; she was a child after all.

You still trained with him and even accompanied him on his internship. You knew he was capable of hand-to-hand, but what mattered was the villains with quirks that were life-threatening. Eventually, you laughed with each hospital visit and became well acquainted with the staff. After graduating with just above average grades, the two of you felt a sigh of relief: no more pity parties and sad looks. You two had to get away from it all.

And so, the voyage outside of Tokyo began. Originally you were going to celebrate by staying over at one another's home, but that wasn't fun enough for you; you wanted to feel free. Not just for yourself, for Mirio. He deserved to feel like himself even though he said he wouldn't cry over spilled milk anymore. You wanted to be by his side.

And so the bustle outside the city proved to be challenging. It took more buses than trains to leave. And even then had to take the abstract route to get outside of the town and into the country. Your breathing was more steady with the air being exceedingly more lucid, camping out to watch the stars shine, even being cheesy, mentioning the shapes found in the midnight sky. And the impromptu sexy times would be something you two take to your graves.

When you finally got close to the hot spring you were planning to surprise Mirio with, you admitted into the closest hotel. Luckily, the staff knew who you two were and gave you a week free, along with benefits like the perks of free food and massages. Unsure if that was related to filling a quota for the month or if they loved LeMillion as much as management said they did.

You two were starting to look like people who lived in the forest, eating off the land. So, of course, you were going to take advantage of the salon there as well. But you knew better than to go in expecting them to know what to do with your hair. You had your hair products tucked away neatly in your oversized backpack and had even taught Mirio how to handle your naps. He liked playing with your hair because he found it therapeutic and saw it as another way to bond with you.

Mirio's face of content made you beam with hope into his recovery. You were pushing yourself to get him out of his rut. You weren't sure if he knew how much you still worried about what happened. But you wanted to make up for the time that you weren't able to be by his side during the life-changing experience, apart from blaming yourself, because he told you what had been plaguing him.

As his partner, you did your best to assert the situation and go based on logic instead of emotion. But the look on his face, knowing that he let Eri out of his sight, spoke louder than any words. Having obtained Eri, and getting to spend time with her to build morale, was challenging at first as she was hesitant when looking at you. At first, she thought you were dirty due to Chisaki's influence.

After realizing that's just how your skin looks, she apologized profusely — not wanting to hurt your feelings and be accepted by you. You worked your way into taking care of her, although not great with kids. And since she was a particular but essential case, you wanted to make your imprint on her memory. She began to ask you questions about yourself and Mirio. At times asking the dreaded ones related to sex since she was around Deku and his friend Bakugou. You kept calm but wanted to dropkick the self-proclaimed hero with murder in his name. Aizawa made sure to scold him and tell him not to slip up on the foul language around Eri again.

As you entered your hotel room, you dropped off all the luggage you brought — yearning for the chance to feel warm running water. Mirio's breath lightly fanned over you as he rubbed your shoulders for you. He insisted on carrying your belongings before the trip, but you ran ahead of him with all your things. Even though your bags were more substantial than his one.

"See Sunshine; I told you to let me carry them. And now you're rolling your shoulders to relieve the tension." It was clear that he was smiling, with every grip on your muscles.

Your moans were soft, reassuring he hit your tense areas, "And yet I didn't complain at all like you thought I would."

"Because I was watching you." His light chuckles tickled the back of your neck, "And you're too stubborn sometimes."

You giggled under his touch, eyeing your heap of bags near the king-sized bed, slowly undressing. Slipping out of your boyfriend's gentle hold, you placed your dirty clothes in a laundry bag you brought. You needed to take a shower soon; you were getting antsy and anticipating fresh water from a showerhead instead of a stream. The life of hiking in the wild could only be so good for so long. Especially with your hair not getting enough moisture in the fresh air.

Fully nude, you turn to look at Mirio with a playful smile, "Oh, you think so?"

You were pulling your hair out of its messy afro bun while Mirio ogled your hair defying gravity as it did, it left a pleasant grin on his face. You gave him a quick peck on the lips before you searched through the bags. Looking for your tried-and-true skin and hair care products that were placed throughout your belongings. Speeding into the bathroom, you turned on the cold, metal dial to hot water. Awaiting the warm water, you tried your best to detangle your hair, barely succeeding.

Assuming the water warmed up enough, you step into the shower and let the water run through your hair and down your body. An exhale leaves your body as you peaceably scrub your skin of scum. You inhale the smell of your favorite soap, and your mind clears with a serene smile. After lathering and rinsing yourself off, you gently detangle your hair, working the shampoo through it.

The door to the ugly white bathroom swings open slowly, enters your buff boyfriend. Undressing to get in with you, he yawns as he wraps his arms around you. You hastily scoff and turn to him, his sleepy smile says it all. Mirio pulls you closer as he kisses your neck.

"You took too long to get out, Sunshine."

"Because I'm at war, right now."

"Is that right? Well, you could have asked for my help."

Mirio lightly patted your curly locks, patting them down and occasionally scratching your scalp. The feel of his fingertips was enough to make you doze and lose balance. Catching you with his free hand and pulling you closer to his defined chest. With a little giggle, you smile and gaze into his eyes, looking at the water dripping off his hair.

"You know, I just finished cleansing my body, and now I'm getting back to square one."

Humming a tune, "Is that so?" he replied lazily with his chin resting atop your head, "I'm sorry, Sunflower."

You turn your body around to cross your arms over his broad, muscle-bound shoulders, sketching out the scars littering his body, some light scratches others with a firm texture. Your eyes lingered all over him as you slowly caressed the back of his head, placing kisses all along his collarbone and neck. Stopping at his jawline, Mirio cups your ass with his strong hands.

He leans down to reach your ear, "If you start, I'll finish."

You raise up your head innocently to look at him, eyes armored with honesty and lust. Pushing your luck, you lather him in soap and rubbing his chest in circular motions, moving lower to his abs. Pretending to graze his cock, then lather his shoulders down to the wrists and giving eye contact through the whole ordeal. Your lips curve into a sweet smile that causes him to groan.

The motions are simple yet affect him like the ripples from a waterfall. You lightly graze his collarbone with kisses as his muscles tense, placing your hands low to his sides, tracing his adonis belt. A light sigh leaves his thin lips, instantaneously, he picks you up, pushing your tiny frame against the cold wall. The chilliness gives you goosebumps all over, erecting your nipples — Mirio's grip firm around you and his breath heavy on your wet shoulder.

"See, you're pushing it, Princess." His chuckle fanning over your ear.

A tiny snicker escaped as he pressed his lips close to yours, smothering you in kisses, eliminating any free space between you two. His cock stood at attention, the tip tickling your flower. His soft, thin lips left no part of your neck and collarbone untouched. Your nectar seeped onto his thumper as you whimpered with impatience.

"Fill me up, baby."

"Be patient, my Sunflower," He hooked his arms under your thighs, positioned himself to kneel under you while gently sliding you down where your inner thighs touched his cheeks.

Facing your pretty essence, he bulldozes his tongue into your bud. The instant tremor to your clit as your legs quiver as his tongue swivels and explores every part of you. The jolts in your legs leave your voice hoarse as moans break out from your lips. His obligation to pleasure you is selfish and greedy as if his way of controlling you is to give you what you want. Your body rolls as his grasp around your plump thighs tighten, keeping you in place.

Your soft whimpers leave him to groan against your tingling golden arches, "You taste so good, baby." He gives a quick love bite to your shaking thighs, still balancing you against the cold wall as you thrust into him enthusiastically.

His body tenses under yours as he pulls your body close from your ass. He takes hold of your soft cheeks and does a solid lick to your clit, making you quiver. So deliberate with his actions as he purposefully teased you close into edging. You start to whine uncontrollably and grab hold onto his hair to push him closer to you. Resulting in a chuckle that reverberates through your bud, your cry is sensual as you let go of him and hold onto your breasts, playing with your nipples.

"Fuck, you look so hot." Mirio looks at you from between your legs, his blue eyes peering into your glowing, erotic ones. "I'll give you what you want Sunflower, but do me a favor: Don't hold back. I don't care who hears, let them know who you belong to."

You stare back at him flustered, the fault of hot water, or the excitement your powerful boyfriend brings to your flesh cavern. Your nod is subtle, but he catches it quickly, sparking him to make you lose your mind as Mirio dives back in. Without haste, his tongue thrashes around, promising with each taste of you he'll leave you screaming out his name.

The morning after, your body felt tight near your thighs, wishing you washed your hair instead of getting thrown off. Looking a mess, but filled with leftover pleasure. Your voice was loud since you lived to the expectations Mirio requested. Clearing your throat did nothing for you, either. You tried sitting up in the king-size bed but was wrapped in a firm bear hug and a kiss to your fuzzy mane.

"Where are you going, Princess?" His morning voice groaned into your ear.

"Nowhere now with your thick arms around me."

"Because there's no reason to stay up, right? This is where the trip ends, and I'm happy with this."

Mirio snuggles closer to you, your heart flutters, and your smile stretches wide and goofy-like. You're happy that he's in a state of happiness, you can feel the radiation more than usual. "Well, actually, this isn't where the trip ends; I have one more surprise for you."

His messy blond, bed head shuffles behind you; he rotates your waists to stare at you, "What are you talking about, Sunshine?" He tries to rest his shoulder on the pillow while the other hand lays tenderly.

"Get dressed, and I'll show you exactly what I mean."

There was an exception in getting ready; you took your time fixing your hair into a comfortable style deciding whether to leave it in or out, Mirio being a sweetheart asked you to keep it simple to avoid what may come of the day. After leaving the room, you made your way to the massage rooms. The masseuse present was fair and gentle. Making small talk with you, one of them mentioned a noise complaint from an older man. He was complaining about his hotel neighbors yelling about mangoes and cereal in the middle of the night.

"I believe it was the third floor he resided in," The masseuse cooly responded while working the muscles in your calves.

A shock shoots through your body as the dots connect, you try to hide your face further into the cushion. Mirio laughed out loud, "I guess he was hungry but had to wait till the morning, you know?"

"I guess so." 

 The rest of the massage went well, laughing here and there. It was the most relaxed you had been in a while. You remembered to check in on Mirio since he wasn't used to massages and was prone to outbursts of laughter since he's so ticklish. After the massage, he pulled you into a bear hug and smothered you in kisses, declaring, "I wish it were you that touched me like that."

With more trekking, you reached your final destination. Mirio blissfully bounced about, continuously looking at you and back at the environment. "Hot springs? Oh, babe!"

He was so excited; he couldn't form any other words other than how much he loved you. He pulled you close, littering your face with kisses and tight hugs. Couldn't even break his grasp or stop him from being excited, Mirio treasured the way he would love loud, concretely when targeted to you. His smile was just as infectious as your boyfriend made a scene in front of the entrance. Older couples passed by with sweet looks, whispering to themselves, 'the enchantment of young love.'

Management provided a private unisex bath usually reserved for a group of four or less that pass by. Mirio separated from you with a quick peck to the cheek and sprinted into the changing room for something more comfortable for the water. Women mainly littered the hot spring except that not a lot of people occupied the space today. Leaving the worry of interruptions or disturbances to diminish. You were the first to leave the changing room, wrapped in your bathrobe given to you by staff, and you brought your favorite towel for whenever you would go to the beach or spa.

You walked into the unisex area, finding the way into the pool of warmth. As you found your spot, you took off the towel revealing your nude body. Sinking slowly into the hot water, the sensation of heat traveled throughout your being. You took your time getting used to the pool of warmth, making gracious moves to familiarize yourself with the temperature and size of the domain. Momentarily wrapped into a warm blanket of water before you could be covered in the embrace of your sunny beau.

As you looked around, the space was stunning; a subtle but luxurious set up outdoors littered with banzai and bamboo trees all around the wooden barriers. The stones around the water resembled ashy grey marbled crystals, exquisitely scattered. Swishing in the water, you laid onto a pile of smoother rocks. The rocks were gracious to your back as you rested against them. As you reached comfort, the blond-haired man entered the serene environment. His beam caught your attention as he admired you from outside the water. Your smile allured him as your fingers motioned for him to come closer. Not wasting any time, Mirio recklessly dived into the steamy water.

Face colored in horror as he sloshed his way to you, still smiling. Mirio used his body to cloak yours as he grabbed your ass, sneaking a kiss to your cheek. "Who knew you could make the water look so good, Sunflower."

"Since we took that long shower last night, you don't remember?"

"Perhaps, but every shower you take is noteworthy."

You giggled softly in his embrace as he chuckled in response. Hearing his laugh was too divine, while the smile on his face is sickly sweet. He pulled you by your waist, eliminating the space in between you and his muscular figure. He feels warmer than the pool of water you are standing in. You look up to allow him to peck your lips, his index finger traces your jawline, thumb tickling your neck with subtlety. The touch is simple but intensifies the pleasure forming between your legs. He pays attention to your face, knowing it's hard for you to hide your need for him.

"Are you that anxious to be touched?" His question was hiding a seductive undertone. He peers into your eyes while holding your waist with his other hand, pulling you into his thighs, not shying away from how you're making him feel. His hardon grazes against you, "Can't say you're alone in that, my love."

He trails his hands down your body, kneading his fingers into your inner thighs, rubbing any tension he knows the masseuse didn't work out. The motions are gentle but firm as he hums a little tune. It's corrective in further easing your mind. Mirio came closer to your ear with his hums, placing sensual kisses on the sensitive spots of your neck. Freeing one hand, he takes your breast in his grasp, lightly pressing into it. The grip is just how you like it as he pulls his lips away from your neck and hunches over to meet your nipple with his tongue. The first flick leads to a sharp breath of air. He sucks in your supple flesh circulating your sensitive nerves.

Drowning in the feeling of him touching you, it's reminiscent of the first time you became intimate, and your body is over the moon. His other hand cups your free breast as he smothers them in the kisses they deserved when he wasn't able to see you and had to heal. Mirio's sensuality builds within as he's already beading precum from his love throbber. The eagerness to touch you as he feels your heart beating out your chest eggs him further, challenging himself to grab both with one hand as he rubs your inner thigh in circular motions.

Too anxious to neglect or half-ass any part of your body, he brushes against your dripping essence, still rubbing circular motions into your thighs, pulling his right hand back close to your face, "I know I'm keeping you in suspense, Sunshine. But I can't control how much you're affecting me right now."

Staring into his eyes, you saw a light that was once dimmed, almost dying to a burning lustful glaze. Nearly intimidating as his hands roamed all of you since he could no longer pay attention to just specific parts of your body, he made a swift move to lift you. No longer on your feet, your legs rest at his sides as he pulls you close. Your legs wrap tightly around him as he places kisses between your nipples, breasts, and neck. Airy moans leave your lips that only he could hear, purposefully grazing his ear with your sweet sounds. Heightening his sense and forming goosebumps on the traps of his neck and ongoing down his arms. A deep grunt escapes from Mirio's thin lips as he balances himself with you.

You rub the back of his neck, a trigger that always sets him off. He breathes in through his nose controlling his urges. Whether the reason is the way you would tip-toe to do it, the feel of your hands caressing him or the glow within your eyes that makes him grip you carefully. No way would he drop you, but you could feel his urge to melt. While preparing you for what's been on his mind since entering the luxury hot spring, he prods you with his cock. Pressing into your bud to tease, almost tickling. Still breathing down the side of his neck, you whimper, "Mir, please..."

"Nice try my sunshine, I'm just feeling how ready you are for me, I'll give you exactly what you want."

Deliberately and poise is the impact Mirio places into the junction of your thighs. Your arms wrapped around his shoulder blades, daring to bite at his shoulder to make contact quicker. His thrust made the perfect adjustment to your sopping core. You are gasping harshly into a sensual moan, as he licks the side of your neck behind your ear. The sensation makes you shiver close to him.

"Damn, Sunshine, you're sucking me in. I feel so connected to you."

"I agree, baby. Now, are you gonna move?"

A low chuckle escapes as he grins, "You're so greedy."

His thrusts are scarce as he relishes your inner muscles squeezing onto him tightly, refusing to let him go. Without warning, Mirio thrusts deeply within you. You grip onto him tightly as he licks the sensitive spots on your neck. The thrusts match how quick his hips roll into you, stretching your flower out with ease. The muscle memory of him coming into play as the sensuality leads to chill all throughout your body and hardening your nipples.

Mirio's passionate grunts reverberate through your ears, sending the shock waves straight to your silk igloo. The divinity in hearing them makes your moans louder and higher in pitch. He holds onto your frame like he'll lose you all while hitting your cervix, insanely intoxicating. Your legs tremble as you feel your body ready to give out.

"I hope you're not trying to cum just yet, my Sunflower." Pushing his cock further into you with each bounce, fucking you speechless. "I haven't even fucked you into every nook and cranny here."

His voice in your ear made your pussy turn into a waterfall. The sloshing rampage in your pink pearl wouldn't stop as Mirio kept a pace matching each broken moan coming from you. Your thighs were a clear indication when the coil within you read itself to be snapped. There was no letting up and stopping yourself from crying out his name or how hard the pounding jogged your brain.

With his rod expanding within you by another inch, you knew he was close. Readjusting his hands to grip your thighs, not before a playful smack to your ass. You wasted no time hooking one of your arms behind his neck before he pounded your flower. Too delicious to feel anything but pleasure, reaching your peak, you take soft nibbles into his shoulder in hopes for the coil to pop and overrun you into oblivion. Your body shivers within his hold as your cup begins to overflow. You grasp desperately to Mirio as he maneuvers your body to bounce on top of him, continuously smacking your ass.

You jolt from each smack as you tighten around Mirio's love rod, making less than unintelligible noises. His smirk is hidden from you, but you know it's there as his voice reaches a level of cockiness, "I feel how close you are, Princess."

No time to respond with a smartass remark, you're too enveloped in the sensations given. Short of breath, eyes closed tight as your chest tightens, the pressure rises until it's too much to bear, alluding to the build-up of your cream canal. The coil pulled so tightly finally snaps, as your body unravels within your buff boyfriend's arms. The orgasm hits and sticks, achieving the takeover of your nerves and sinking your body low into Mirio as he finishes inside of you, spreading both your cheeks to gain control.

His growl fluttered your pussy as he filled you with his seed, his hands imprinting your pert ass as the force of his thrusts stopped his touch from being gentle at the moment. You wince from the impact of his tense fingers against your supple skin, knowing a bruise will linger soon. You let out a deep gasp as you stare at your boyfriend. He regains composure quickly while holding you, making a noble face, with a goofy smile as he stares back. You shy from him as his face is too angelic compared to what you just finished doing.

"Hey babe, could you let me down?"

"Of course, Beautiful."

He rests your feet back into the warm, soothing water. You cup his face gently, pushing him into the corner where your towels and bathrobes laid. Your legs wobble as you push him back onto your robes, eager to drop to your knees. The water rushes through your thighs, tickling you, sensationalizing your clit in the process. There's no other way to stop it than to stand, and yet as you're steady in crouch form, your mouth envelops onto Mirio's love rod. A sharp gasp escapes and a fist clenches as he restrains himself from pushing your head down.

His gasps are loud with each soul-suck you perform, even yelling out your name at times. Surely some neighbors are above and below, but there are not enough hands in the world to cover your lover's mouth. He stares intently at you as his throbber expands with each slurp you provide. You return his gaze, his face is overly flushed as he calls out to you, fiercely.

"Fuck, you look amazing, babe. Your eyes are so beautiful." The passion he feels within achieving all the pressure you put and knowingly feel like he's curling his toes underwater. He's so close you can feel his balls twitch, even his growl is becoming more prominent. You push to get him to finish in your mouth, and yet he advances beforehand, raising your mouth off his cock and turning your body around to lift you and rest your tush onto his wide thighs.

"Not so fast my Sunflower, I'm not ready to blast off." Mirio easily controls your body, keeping your frame close to his throbber near your slit, dripping with essence, causing him to slip in with ease. You gasp in unison as your rosebud tightened around him, "Damn, there you go sucking me in."

"At this rate, I have to make you scream and shout to the whole world." Wasting no time, Mirio planted your face down, ass up into your robes while still inside you leaving little time to react.

Without warning, he propelled deep into your dripping flower. The impact indeed rough was enticing as he bent over close to your ear, breath huffing as he kissed your neck. Jittery to your sweet spot being acknowledged, he stands to smack your ass listening to the echo through the resort. It's enough to rattle you into oblivion. His hips roll fiercely into you as if the spanking was the sound to begin a race: Whether it was against himself or you was the mystery.

On the verge of tears, you felt your body surge with mighty ripples of water controlled by earthquakes. A well-acquainted feeling, and yet it was estranged. You murmured how close you were, and Mirio's grunts shook you to your core, tightening around him. He groaned rather harshly as he smacked your ass again, loading you up with all of him. The coil within you once again burned, binding brashly.

"Babe, I can't hold back," Your legs tense as each of your moans shudders out your full lips, "You feel so fucking good."

The master of positions, he places you onto the flat surface of the hot tub. His intent to drive you mad working as his hands lay firmly at your sides, to rub into your thick, soft ass. He holds you from behind, drilling his love rod into you deep. Your pussy clenches to him with unfailing devotion, as your final moans end your build-up. You stretch your hands out to grab Mirio's wrist as he deeply grunts for the last time as he finishes inside of you again. His cock twitches with ferocity as he clenches your hips. His breaths graze the back of the neck roughly, you stand slowly to gather feeling back in your legs.

Your body tries to adjust to the position as you stretch as high into the sky as possible. But your thighs hysterically give out, and you stumble into the embrace of Mirio. He's holding you from behind with a tired, yet satisfied smile. It's enough to release a light chuckle as sweat drips from his now messy hair. You lean back onto his chest with a huge exhale.

"Did I go overboard, Sunshine?" He crossed his arms around your waist.

"Not at all, you went above and beyond. I can stand now, but when we get back to the room, I think I might pass out."

A hearty laugh erupted from your blonde beau, loud enough to echo, and you could have sworn you saw a tear from his cobalt eyes. The vibration of his laughter traveled to his chest, feeling like the ground under your feet would crumble, jumping your heart rate. 

"I'm sorry for laughing, Princess, but I just think you're so funny."

"What did I say that made you laugh?"

"The fact that you thought you would be sleeping when we're back at the room."

AFK (Away From Keyboard)

A/N: My contribution to September’s first Freaky Friday (18+). New icon, who dis? I worked non-stop on this story; hopefully, y’all like it!

Pairings: Mirio Togata x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Cursing, Quarantine Blues

Word Count: 3.4K

Quarantine hasn't been easy on you. You lost your job due to your line of work not being considered 'essential.' Although bummed about it, because it was a means to an end, you remembered the times you complained about the work and how some other workers didn't treat you fairly.  But the realization of being home with your fiance, Mirio, had sparked comfort. Until you found out, he still had to work.

The pain of having to stay home alone while your sunny beau worked 24-Hour shifts every other day, saving lives as he remained one of the most reliable Firemen in Japan. You felt the sadness and loneliness from him not being home for so long. And most days, you stayed in bed, too sad to move around the empty home.

With time, you habitually set a routine, eat, sleep, check social media, then back to sleep. Until you came across a group chat accepting all and any fans of a game you fancied, it had been some time since you played, not having the energy to drag your ass out of the plush, king-size bed. You pondered whether to grab your laptop from your dusty work bag in the corner of your bedroom. Or to make the trip to your living room with your HQ computer.

Of course, you went for the latter. Throwing on your robe, walking to the living room seemed like a long trip, but sitting at the master computer made your nerves settle. Starting up the machine, you fiddle with your phone chatting with your new-found internet friends. After logging in, the rest was history.

You spent so much time online that the days where Mirio was home and not tired that you were too busy gaming to stop—practically ignoring him as he came within close contact of your hunched over body. You became a complete zombie to your favorite game that no longer became your hobby but now your never-ending job.

You clocked in and out, only being away from the screen to rest and use the bathroom. It became a problem that even Mirio could see; he didn't want to press the issue so harshly since he knew how the long hours had affected you, but seeing how less attention he got when home for more than 8-hours became troublesome.

Tonight, Mirio came home earlier than expected, his high energy shone throughout the home, yet you didn't flinch from your spot. Too focused on the glowing screen, to look his direction as he creeps up onto your left side with a delicate, yet tender kiss to your temple.

"Good evening, my love, have you eaten?" His bouncy, upbeat voice knocks you out of your trance.

You look up at him with low energy, replying with a mumble, "No."

"That's too bad, but no worries, I'm gonna order some food. Do you know what you want?" He walks away, fiddling with his phone, taking off his work uniform simultaneously.

You shrug with a monotone groan, your new way of saying that you have no preference. In case Mirio can't hear you, you utter louder, "I don't care."

"Okay, Babe, well, I guess I'll get your usual favorite." His grin is apparent when he speaks, playing off not getting acknowledged the way you used to before finding your obsessed hobby turned job.

You nod without notice and clack away at your keyboard, enamored in the chatroom. You occasionally smile while grabbing for your gaming controller; you're ready to start up another game as your group chat invites you. Happily obliging them, you've been added to the team and play a couple of rounds.

So focused on the game, you didn't hear your blond beau answer the door and walk to the kitchen as he carried two substantial brown paper bags with handles. He deftly set the bags onto the island counter, pulling out each takeout container with the same enthusiasm.

"Hey, Babe, dinner's here!" Your Sunshine called out to you from the kitchen.

Glued to your computer screen, you stammer, "O-okay, Babe, I'm coming."

Lying through your teeth, you sit unfazed by the world around you and only concentrate on what's in front of you. It is a crucial time as you're close to completing the umpteenth goal, your posture struggling as you slouch near the monitor to see better.

The site is genuinely unbecoming and catches Mirio's eye; he comes from behind, hugging you while grabbing onto your wrists. The sudden warmth shocks you but doesn't stop your fingers from shifting. A huff leaves Mirio's breath, tickling your neck's nape as he moves closer to its left side. His large hands grip your controller, nearly covering yours. It's vexatious, to say the least, your quest is near completion with an unbeatable high score.

Even with his hands on yours, you still maneuver the controller, eager to finish. No longer connected to your headset, you feel the sunny man nuzzle his nose close to your ear. A sensitive, weak spot that he's using as a means of leverage. Goosebumps emerge from your neck to your chest down to your arms as you try your best to overlook the familiar sensation.

A slightly annoying groan buzzes out his throat as you feign his attempts to distract you. He applies the slightest pressure to your hands, where you're no longer in control of your joypad movements.

"Since you're not ready to eat yet, I'd thought I'd help you instead." He smiled warmly, yet you felt on edge. "Don't worry, Babe, I got this!"

As you slightly turned to look at him, he portrayed a game face. He seemed confident to beat your current quest, his hands moved as if he knew what to do, so you relaxed. Turning back to the monitor, you watched in the marvel of his hidden gamer skills; he maneuvered so flawlessly that you were shocked. Until he died, on your last life, sending your game character to the loading screen.

"Mirio, what the hell?" You squeal in annoyance, louder than expected. "That was my last life!"

He musters out a roar of laughter that only infuriates you further as you cross your arms with a huff. "Aw baby, I'm sorry. I thought I had it, but it turns out I didn't know the controls that well."

He cuddles you close to his warm chest, still resisting his advances, he snuggles you tighter than his original bear hug. You try to wiggle your way out of his loveable grip as he chuckles at your efforts. He pulls you away from the master computer, using the handles on the rolling game chair you bought together one weekend. 

He turns the chair around to survey your irritated, flustered face. "Hey, don't be mad. I just wanted to enjoy the game just like you. I see how enthralled you've been and wanted to see what the hype was about."

You're silent with a bratty pout on your lips, which he doesn't take seriously and plants a brief, loving kiss onto your forehead. He beams as he gets a better look at you: You grabbed one of his firemen in training sweatshirts earlier that day after taking a shower.

"I see that my Sunshine couldn't help but to represent me while I'm away at work." A sneaky grin stretched across his scruffy, blond stubble.

"If I told you I grabbed anything just to get closer to playing my game, would you believe me?"

"No, I wouldn't," He chuckled, "I know how much you miss me when I'm away."

His stare was a tad intense after finishing his reasoning, catching you off guard. Your antics of irritation cracked as you dropped your arms and rested your hands onto your thighs. You couldn't crack a smile; all the days blurred into one as you couldn't fathom being alone at home. That loneliness you ran away from came back to spill all of your secrets.

"You're right." Little droplets of water left your eyes, "I've missed you so much. I know that you're busy saving the world one fire at a time, but since this Quarantine, I've wished for us to be together, not that I wanted you to lose your job. I just wanted us to spend more time."

"I've been suffering in silence, not knowing what to say to you as you asked me if I was okay. I thought I could get better all by myself, and yet nothing was enough." You were sobbing between words, no longer able to keep your composure. "I finally dragged myself out of bed, trying to get comfortable. And I got carried away."

You wiped your eyes of tears, focusing on your breathing as much as possible. Trying not to draw out a panic attack, you felt a warmth come from all over. Mirio held you close to him, undistracted by you sitting in the chair. He exhaled heavily, kissing the side of your face with regard.

"I'm sorry that you held on to all that pain, Sunshine. It was never my intent to make you feel alone." He held onto you tighter, "There's not a minute, no, a second that passes by, that I don't think about you. "

The warmth from his burly arms and chest eased your heart, feeling safe and wanted. Your soon-to-be husband readjusted his hands to lift you out of the gaming chair. With a gentle grip, you were in his arms, cradled close to his chest. The blond looked down at you with a passionate smile, producing your heart to skip a beat. Mirio carried you bridal style until entering the bedroom you shared, considerately laying you down onto the bed. With so much space on the mattress, you wondered why you were the only one laying on it. Glancing upon your love near the footboard, you recognized his exact mood.

"Please, let me show you how much I've missed you." He slowly unbuckled his pants, "I've had so many thoughts about what I wanted to do to you."

His look went from lighthearted to a serene, sensual gaze. It's as if laying you on the bed changed his demeanor, creating a severely lustful tone to the air. Laying on the mattress, you felt yourself go into heat, just staring back at the blond beau. His face colored an incredible hue of pink as he pulled off his shirt, too impatient to keep it on any longer.

You stare in awe as the man of your dreams crawls on top of you. Bunching up the sweatshirt, he pushes the fabric up above your breasts set to litter them and your lips with fleeting kisses, prolonging your divine flesh cavern. Your peaks are between his callous hands as his nose pokes at your abdomen, inhaling their essential fragrance. You giggle under your breath at his prickly stubble tickling your skin.

"I've missed your pillows so much, Sunshine." He muffles, erupting laughter out of you. "Yeah, get all your giggles out now, Baby. Because in a moment, I'm gonna make you holler."

Kisses trace down your body, along your hips; although his kisses feel like a rush, they're thorough in savoring every part his lips touch and occasionally sticking his tongue out to lick the bare sections of your stomach. A gasp gets caught in your throat, and Mirio groans in response. It's evident; your body's pleasure gets handled like a refined, care package.

Reaching the waistband of your generic bottoms, he slid them off with little consideration of the fabric. No protest whatsoever as to his tug at your dainty boyshorts hastened another groan to his lips. His eyes glimmered, looking at your panties, admiring the soft, satin-like material popping out so lovely onto your skin tone.

"It's like you wore all this to taunt me, Sunshine." He chuckled under his breath, "Now you're in for it."

A hastily gentle pull to your panties made for a head-turning transformation, looking at Mirio now between your legs with his slippery, wet tongue on your pink pearl. Your thighs clamped shut onto his head as he feverishly licked at you with no hesitation as if the goal to make you cum was more important than breathing.

Your short breaths turned into loud gasps and moans, echoing the room with a ringing back into your ears. Your audio sent shockwaves through Mirio, pushing him to keep going and not stop until you made a mess around his mouth. Quick licks to your clit hardened your core so tightly you felt your stomach would resemble your blond hero's abs.

"You taste, so divine, my love."

Each word between each lick set out to destroy the sanity within you. The overstimulation drives you over the edge into massive wails as you try to push Mirio's head from between your legs. His grip moves from your hips to your thighs firmly. The warmth of his palms settles your need to keep him from helping you reach paradise.

That doesn't stop the sweat from dripping off your body or your bud from pulsing between his soft, thin lips. Reaching your peak, you clench onto his hair, moaning out his name, "M-mirio!"

Calling out to him made his tongue go into turbo mode. And with no warning, united two fingers into your slippery, silk igloo. A luxurious howl left your lips as you focused on your breathing, no longer holding onto his hair, but your breasts. Pinching at your nipples caused Mirio to look at you with concupiscence. His thick fingers were less than forgiving as you contracted around them and squirmed.

The tension building within your core couldn't manage the pumps advancing in you or that relentless tongue belonging to your sunny beau. Ready to burst, you cry out, "I need to cum!"

Nothing could prepare you for the orgasm you had: with eyes clenched closed and legs spread wide, hands clenched to the bedsheets, you blasted a grand amount of squirt infused cum out of your body.

Mirio's eyes widen as he pulls back to flick your clit back and forth using his right hand, spraying your love juice all over the sheets. Pushing out your last robust grunt before your legs collapse. Your breath hitches in your throat as you attempt to catch your breath.

"Damn, Sunshine, that was amazing." Mirio sits up, looking down at your worn-out body. His attraction for you gets the best of him as he puts his fingers in his mouth while keeping eye contact, "You even taste amazing too."

An arousing shockwave stings through your body as you look back into his beautiful, cerulean eyes. With little energy, you roll your index finger for him to come closer to you. He leaps at the opportunity, mushing his still wet face onto your sweaty one, scattering kisses over your lips and neck. He positions your legs for his love rod to glide into your aching junction in the moment's heat.

"Are you ready, Beauti-"

"-Yes, Mirio, don't make me wait any longer."

Your seductive face said all that your muscular fiance needed to hear. He slid his charmer in painfully slow, observing your hungry gaze, urging him to get harder and bottom you out immediately. Grunting in unison, came right after as you wrapped your legs around his waist. You kissed along his exposed neck, making light nibbles along his right side.

"F-Fuck."

His hips pivot into you, and a light moan fled your mouth as you prepped for his roughhousing. Leniency out the window as the sloshing from your essence screamed 'keep going!' to your blond hunk. So he obliged you: Acting as a home decorator, rearranging your furniture with each thrust. Your brows furrowed from the sensual pressure placed inside as you looked back into his eyes; the smirk on his equally sweaty face was too smug. Your face was always a dead giveaway to how much you enjoyed him; these nights were no different.

"Tell me how much you love when I'm deep inside you, Baby."

"Don't make me say it, Mir-, I'm a-already showing you." The heat was going straight to your head as he put you on the spot. If you could hide your face, you would.

"Oh no, my Sunshine. You don't get to avoid this." He raised his body off your frame, lifted one of your legs to sit up straight on his bulky chest, grinding into your junction with a rapid, rugged motion.

All words escaped you; keeping up the pace was all too hard as he rolled his hips into you, ruthless and playful all at once. The grip on your leg firm with each pump is very calculated and delicate. licking his lips, he asked, "Will you admit it now?"

Tucking in your lips, you shake your head in detest. It was unbelievable, and Mirio knew it; his chuckle echoed through the bedroom, "Okay."

Positioning your legs to point west from his Adonis belt, he maneuvered himself to stay connected to your golden arches. His last straw and ultimate trump card, fucking you from the side as he smiled from above you. The position relative to hitting it from the back, but with enough spine power, you can see your firemen in action. The clutch to your waist always took you for a ride, a prime example of your fiance's strength and control.

Soaked was an understatement as your muffled whines turned into hoarse wails of satisfaction. Just when you thought you lost your voice after the lip service, your ass bouncing off Mirio's skin flute created an orchestrated symphony of lovemaking reverberating through the house. Your neighbors would have to understand; there's no holding in how incredible this sexual bond is.

"I concede, Baby." While holding onto his forearm, you passionately gawk, "You feel so good deep inside of me!"

Self-satisfied, his movement accelerated, "That's what I like to hear, Sunshine."

The harmony of skin slapping, your juicy cream canal is sloshing against his cock, the various moans and grunts you're exchanging, setting you on edge. His eyes have a deep blue gaze, leaking of an overly seductive spirit.

"Fuck, Sunshine, I'm so close. Tell me how bad you want me to pound your pretty pussy, and I will."

"Mirio, please," You grab onto one of his hands, freeing them from the grip on your thigh and placing his thumb into your mouth while sucking it, "Put my fire out."

Ironically igniting him with a trump card of your own, his pace heightened past your comprehension. Once again, your coil wound up, becoming tighter with each thrust, unbearable to endure for another moment and remaining to suck Mirio's thumb in hopes of feeling sweet deserved deliverance. The pounds from Mirio's powerful thighs were likening heavily wooded paddles sure to leave a mark.

A charge of sexual energy swelled between you two as your bodies went into a complete frenzy. The hand on your thigh moved up onto your waist with more intensity placed to your backside and your core getting the brunt of it all. Feeling Mirio expand and twitch inside indicated how close he was, and your coil had just snapped. Mirio pulls out of you, shooting his load all over your ass and thighs.

The warm puddle of white gold spills over to the front of your leg, trickling down your thighs; you watch as your fiance readjusts himself, "Shit, that was a lot. Let me get a cloth."

Less gracefully, he rolls off the king-sized bed disappearing out the room and returning with a stack of baby wipes. The cleanup is gentle and thorough as you smile at him, still savoring your orgasm. He throws them away into a trash bin near his nightstand, noting to flush them later. He crawls behind you, cradling your naked body close to his. You're melting within his embrace, feeling complete comfort.

"You know, Babe," He rubs your thigh soothingly as you quietly hum, "You didn't tell your teammates what happened after you died."

"Well, I can tell them tomorrow, no big deal."

"Well, you're right, but what if I told you, you weren't on mute?"

Your eyes shot open, "What?"

"I'm kidding, Babe! You unplugged your headset, remember?"

"Mirio, my heart just dropped to my ass, please don't scare me like that."

His familiar laugh vibrated through the room, "Sorry, Babe, I couldn't help myself! Are you ready to eat now? We've worked up quite the appetite."

He lazily winked, you giggled and nodded, "I hope you got my favorite!"

"So you heard, nothing I said when I got home, huh?"

"I didn't say that." You try to hide your face, resulting in Mirio tickling you into admitting it.

💛💛💛A My Hero Valentine from Mirio!!! 💛💛💛

...But consider, Tamaki’s hero name is SunEATER.

Miri tops, Tamaki bottoms but there is a very specific occasion where they switch.

Who I think is the bottom and top in these relationships (LGBTQ edition)

My Hero Academia

Tododeku: Switch

Bakukiri: Kiri top & Baku bottom

Togachaco: Switch

Seroiida: Switch

Shinkami: Shin top & Kami bottom

Momojirou: Momo top & Jirou bottom

Miritama: Miri top & Tama bottom

Dabihawks: Dabi top & Hawks bottom

Snowbunny: Switch

Natshig: Nat top & Shig bottom

Erasermic: Mic top & Eraser bottom

Harry Potter

Drarry: Draco top & Harry bottom

Pansmione: Pansy top & Hermione bottom

Bleville: Blaise top & Neville bottom

Linny: Switch

Deamus: Switch

Parvander: Switch

Flintwood: Switch

Jeverus: James top & Severus bottom

Wolfstar: Remus top & Sirius bottom

Grindeldore: Grindelwald top & Dumbledore bottom

Scorbus: Switch

Death Note

Lawlight: Light top & l bottom

Main 1-A (shoto, izuku, bakuhoe, and Iida) boys playing Minecraft with their s/o

*cries in ender pearls* I’m such a loser cause I don’t even remember most of everything that goes on in minecraft. Don’t @ me if something is wrong. Debating if I should buy Minecraft on my phone and play it

i felt bad bc i haven’t posted any good content so heres an old request ima shoot out the inbox for y’all I’m probably so rusty KWKD :(( <3

first time writing for Iida let’s see how well we do hMM ;))

TODOROKI, BAKUGOU, MIDORIYA AND IIDA PLAYING MINECRAFT WITH THEIR S/O (PLUS MIRIO TOGATA)

SHOTO TODOROKI

— doesn’t understand a single thing but still plays because you do

— he spawned into the world and moved two spaces

— he fell into a cave and survived

— then died because a cave spider attacked him

— “That’s rough buddy.”

— He’s one of those people who mines straight down and finds a whole bunch of diamonds

— “What are these light blue things in the stones?”

— “It’s an ore for a gem. You mine them and you get diamonds or emeralds. Is it like a really light blue?”

— you’re on like the other side of the cave you both went into so you can’t go over and mine them with a certain pickaxe you made specifically for mining

— you’re pissed because you always struggle to find them and here he is breaking the first rule of Minecraft and finding them

— jerk

— “So I should just get rid of them?”

— “Well I mean—“

— he throws them in lava and they make that burning “sss” sound and you just slowly look up at him from your screen

— “Shoto...what did you do with the diamonds?”

— he kinda just “oops” from his side of the room and you just rub your hands over your face and sigh

— “Oh god I’m in for a rude awakening.”

— he makes an underground farm and house and has collected sea lanterns as lights

— has collected all the diamonds in the world I’m not even kidding he just followed your rule of mining them with the gem pickaxe and diddly doo went off

— “This world sucks there are no diamonds.”

— “Oh I have some in the chest by my crafting table.”

— it’s literally a large chest and it’s full of diamonds

— like STACKS 64 DIAMONDS ALL TOGETHER

— you are just shook

— “sHOTO HOW—“

— lives in the side of a mountain too it’s actually kinda cute cause he used like stairs as chairs and stuff

— unless y’all are playing with some type of mod that allows chairs then other than that pfft your little “house” is decked out just like his bedroom

— your Minecraft beds are right next to each other too

— he thinks it’s romantic

— kinda looks more like an apartment lmaoo

— he’s more of a peaceful Minecraft player but he can survive survival mode if being asked to play

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

— blows everything up

— but not with TNT and flint and steel oh no that’s too easy for him

— the easy way is not for him

— he’s going to learn how to set redstone traps so you walk into them and don’t know

— you walk into your house and you hear the click

— “What just—“

— next thing you know your getting eaten by endermites that have been spawned in

— or your screen just freezes because of all the explosions that go off

— “No No No my stuff—“

— you just watch from the ‘respawn’ screen while he moves into your house to steal your stuff

— “Haha, I knew you had some good shit in here—fucking taking these— what the hell is hitting me—OH SHIT! NO FUCK OFF STUPID RAT LOOKING FUCKS NO DON’T FUCKING KILL ME—“

— your rolling on the floor at the situation of him raging cause the endermites killed him

— katsuki works hard but karma works harder bitch

— raids your stuff when all else fails

— “YOU TOOK ALL MY DIAMONDS?!”

— “They’re mine now bitch.”

— he is a survival mode player only

— no exceptions

— plays it at the hardest level and rages when he dies but manages to get the hang of it after a while

— the meanest and worst minecraft player to ever play with

— and on top of it all he only plays so he has your attention

— what a clown i swear

IZUKU MIDORIYA

— best one to play with tbh only second to mirio

— knows the basics and a little more

— if he made his own world he could survive pretty decently

— he keeps a notebook on the world you guys share with all the weapons and stuff you could need

— has memorized the most important potions needed like invisibility, etc.

— when you first made the world you had an icon that looked like you so you were looking for a little green haired character amongst the grass (assuming that’s where y’all spawned)

— and you are just so confused cause where is he

— “Izuku where the heck are you?”

— “By the flowers and grass.”

— “Oh no wonder I didn’t see you your hair probably—“

— and like once you finally get to the flowers you see him (or his character) and you just stop in your tracks

— cause there’s a tall, buff pixelated All Might staring back at you

— “Izuku—you know what? I ain’t even surprised.“

— “Haha...sorry.”

— you had to turn away because oh god the face on that thing was going to give you nightmares

— the armour—oh goodness the armour

— of course it’s customized to look like All Mights hero costume

— other than that—he’s a decent Minecraft player

— he has a secret world where he has built the city and all might fighting the villains

— it’s a huge flat world and it’s dedicated to all might

— he can survive pretty well at going off mining on his own but he won’t go without you just in case he dies and loses his stuff

— gets excited when he finds ores especially diamonds

— you get excited when you find emeralds because

— “Oh my god Izuku the emeralds look like your eyes.”

— all_mights_1_fan has left the game

— “Oh wow.”

TENYA IIDA

— y’all know those Minecraft books that they used to have that used to help you with like enchantments and stuff?

— Thats Iida

— he plays by the books

— has the complete handbook collection

— I do too lmaooo

— you ask him does he want to play and he just ??

— two days later he’s knocking at your door with the books in hand ready to play

— “I would suggest you go over these should we play!”

— “...Tenya—“

— when you guys play he immediately wants the rules

— “Theres only one.”

— “One—“

— “Don’t dig straight down.”

— he just stares at you mouth agape before he just starts going oFF

— “That rule is absurd! Surely there are more—“

— “NOpe that’s how you play.”

— he’s just ??

— no wonder you’re so chaotic you play games with oNE RULE

— what kind of g a m e has o n e r u l e ?

— so you guys are playing and yknow Iida isn’t having the best of luck

— he’s fallen into caves, burned by lava, and been buried alive by gravel and sand

— lowkey kinda feel bad for him lmaoo

— “This game is chaotic! At least these strange green fellows are coming to greet me.”

— “Strange green fellows?”

— “Yes! Some have no clothing on, but that’s alright!”

— you’re confused for a bit until it just it’s you

— “IIDA, NO, RUN, NO OH GOD DONT—“

— when the first creeper explodes and he goes flying and he starts scolding it for doing that you know you’re in for a ride

MIRIO TOGATA

— also best person to play with

— a combination of everyone lmaoo

— he’s like midoriya except no notebooks

— can also survive on his own but like not in hard mode like katsuki that demon

— you guys play mini games like bedwars and are definitely a couples teams just like in real life

— you guys are like pros at playing

— “Get that blue bed guy over there.”

— “You have a yellow bed behind you, watch out!”

— wholesome is what it is

— if you are like me and just chaotic at Minecraft and life

— which includes missing almost everything, forgetting the names of stuff, and building a little house on the side of a mountain for the next seven days and being scared of everything

— “Babe where are you?”

— “Uh...I’m... I’m in a cave.”

— “We are in the jungle how are you—“

— “I saw a pig and I wanted to kill it and on the way I just dropped into a hole in the ground.”

— poor mirio is just exasperated

— oh boy y’all are in for a ride

— best therapy for him if he gets depressed about the losing his quirk

❝not ok❞ , por fulano

depois de tanto tempo sem postar nada, cá estou eu com uma capa do meu novo xodó (mirio e o tamaki são meu tudinho)

Same energy

Somebody: I'd like for you to spot the difference between those two images.

Me: THEY'RE THE SAME IMAGE.