Omg Hi Bloom I Love Your Work Sm ! >< Can I Please Request Mha Boys With Their Naturally Flirty Girlfriend!!?

WAITTTT bloom now u have me thinking about serooooooo sighhhh i need to be working on my shinsou series but here i am thinking about summer and hanta…… 😮‍💨

kitty! i am flipping out rn. 1. thinking abt ur future sero fic. 2. thinking abt ur current shinsou series eek! [i already have sm theories n i’m so curious on where it’s gonna go]

summer hanta sero walking you to the beach to walk along the sunrise. summer hanta sero spending the whole day in the sand and in the water with you. summer hanta buying you ice cream and fried oreos and making a stupid joke when you ask for corndogs. summer hanta sero walking you home while holding your bags

OMMGGG BLOOM YOUR KIRISHIMA FIC IS SO SO CUTE ISHSJSJSHSHSJSHSHBS

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

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

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

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

spider monkey

hanta sero x fem!reader⋆｡°✩— college!au (still have quirks), hanta wants to recreate the iconic spiderman kiss with you, fluff, 1.6k words

a/n: for you @bloomstream

With a jangle of your keys, the door to your shared apartment opens. It’s a day like any other. You finished all your classes around 3pm and headed to the library to watch a few missed lectures. Before returning home, you grabbed some takeout from your boyfriend’s favourite noodle place.

And as you step inside, the salty-sweet scent of tender beef stir-fried noodles and miso soup diffusing in the air, you gasp at the utter pigsty before you. Books and couch cushions are scattered about the floor, the coffee table has been propped up against a wall, and there are metres of tape hanging from the ceiling fan.

You mutter in shock, “Oh my god.” Out of the corner of your eye, you see a swathe of black hair and pale skin darting about. With a thud, Hanta lands in front of you in a low crouch.

Rising to his full height, he takes the takeout from your hands and exclaims, “Thanks, babe! Did you get-oh fuck yea!” He leans down and chastely kisses your cheek before heading into the kitchen. Your wide eyes are glued to how perfectly he avoids every obstacle on the floor as he digs through the bag.

You point around your living dishevelled room while stuttering, “U-uh, Hanta, honey. W-what’s going on?” He chuckles warmly as he drops the takeout on the bench and fetches some bowls and cutlery.

He shrugs, “Just testing out my skills, spider monkey.” You take tentative steps toward the kitchen, trying your best to dodge the mess. You’re almost there when you nearly trip on a particularly large cushion. You catch yourself at the last second before you can fall flat on your face (with your heavy-ass fugly backpack on too).

With lightning reflexes, your boyfriend is already next to you, prepared to catch you should you wobble. He steadies you by your forearms, his thin brows furrowed and his full lips slightly pouty.

Hanta asks worriedly, “Are you okay, babe?” You nod and hum reassuringly as you let him guide you to the kitchen unscathed. He squeezes your arm gently before letting go and returning to dishing out your dinner. You lean on the bench with your chest resting on your elbows as you ask him about his day.

Same old, same old. He remarks, “I was actually re-watching Spider-Man.”

You laugh, “Oh yea? How many times is that now? Like 50?” He pushes two bowls toward you, one with your favourite noodles and the other with your soup, and gestures for you to sit down.

The tongs clank beside the sink as he says defensively, “Yea, yea, well… How many times have you rewatched Twilight?” Your mouth falls open, and your hand stills, sauce-slick noodles slipping from your chopsticks.

“Hey!” You call out as he grins cockily and plops down beside you.

“Just saying it like how it is, MJ,” he taunts, his smirk widening as he slurps on miso.

You groan as you pick at your noodles like they have personally offended you, “Will you stop calling me that? My name isn’t MJ.” With a comical gulp, he stares at you for a moment, seeming to assess you in great detail.

Hanta’s slender fingers tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his fingertips ghosting your jaw. He finally cups your chin and turns your face toward him, tired eyes roving over your features.

All the cheekiness is gone from his expression as he says seriously, “Is that a new pimple?” You push his hand off as he guffaws.

You groan, “Just shut up and eat your noodles, will you?” His palm slams on the table as he doubles over from laughter, earning an eye roll from you.

You stuff your mouth full of yummy goodness, ignoring his heart-warming chuckles, especially how they melt you from the inside out and take off the edge from a long day at college.

He breathes out, “I-it hurts.”

After swallowing, you lick your lips and frown, “Damn right it should.” You reach for a napkin, but your boyfriend beats you to it. He cups your cheek with one hand and pats your oily lips with the serviette in his other. In return, you thumb his under-eyes, catching all of his stray tears.

He pouts as you draw back, “I’m sorry, babe. I couldn’t resist.” You shake your head.

“I know.” Hanta places the dirty napkin on the bench and releases you, resigned to watch in contentment as you continue eating. After a minute, you gaze at him and see his lazy smile and fond eyes, his cheek squished by the palm he’s resting it on.

With a mouth half full, you say, “What?” He chuckles softly as he shakes his head and turns back to his meal.

He mutters, “Nothing.”

Gulping down your food, you whisper-yell, “Is my pimple really that bad?”

He groans, “No, spider-monkey. I was just admiring my super hot girlfriend, jeez.”

Dabbing your mouth dry, you giggle, “Oh, well then, why didn’t you say so?” He sighs before munching on his noodles. As per usual, he finishes before you and starts cleaning up.

While Hanta’s putting the leftovers in the fridge, he reassures you, “Don’t worry, babe. I’m gonna fix the living room. Right after we kiss.” You nearly choked on your soup.

Coughing a little, you stutter, “W-what?”

He spins around and grins at you confidently, “I saw it today. You know, the iconic kiss scene? I was thinking that we could recreate it.” He stalks over to you and leans against the bench, his arms crossed as he continues, “I mean, I am kinda like Spider-Man, and you’re my MJ.” You roll your eyes and finish off your soup.

You thank your boyfriend while handing him your bowl, and he starts washing the dishes. You take up your rightful place by his side, drying and putting the dishes away once they’ve been cleaned. The rubbery snaps of the gloves cut through the quiet apartment as he yanks them off. He then wraps a strong arm around your shoulders and carefully leads you back to the living room.

Stopping in the middle, he raises his hands, palms facing you as he instructs, “Just stay there, okay?”

You whine, “But Hantaaaa, I’m gonna taste like noodles!” He drops his hands, head cocking to the side as gives you the “Are you being serious right now?” look. You nod and scamper off to the bathroom. You swish around mouthwash and spit it out before running back to him.

You chime whilst your heart pounds in your chest, “Okay, your turn!” He groans like this is the worst possible thing that’s ever happened to him and drags his feet to the bathroom, muttering to himself about how you two kiss all the time with morning breath or after dessert.

When he comes back, there’s a spring in his step. He stops in the hallway and calls out to you to stay right where you are. You nod and obey, slapping your palms on your sides as you wait for him to do his thing.

In the blink of an eye, tape shoots past you as he flies in front of you. You watch in awe as he rapidly jumps around the room, his tape sticking to various objects like the half-emptied bookshelves and couch until he wraps it around the tape-saturated ceiling fan.

You squeal as he covers it in impossibly more tape, “Hanta! You’re gonna break it, oh my god!” Your boyfriend has that cheeky smirk plastered across his face as he lowers himself down to you from the fan, hanging upside down. Your jaw is slack as he dangles right in front of you, his lips perfectly aligned with yours.

He says cockily, “You have a knack for getting in trouble.”

You groan, “Ugghhh Hanta.” You’re tempted to shove him just to see him swing from the ceiling, but you think better of it as you hear your fan creak.

He chuckles, “Fine fine, c’mere, MJ, n’ gimme a kiss.”

Sighing, you grab the sides of his face and tenderly kiss him. His lips are so warm and soft against yours, making you smirk. You knew that chapstick you bought for him last week was so worth it. He grips your hips and tugs you closer to him, making you yelp into his mouth. He swallows the sound whole as you tilt your head, the wet sounds of your kisses filling the air.

Once the ceiling fan groans like it’s on its last straw, you pull back and gaze up at it with wide eyes before looking at your boyfriend.

“Hanta!” You shriek.

He laughs breathily, “I know, I know. ‘M getting down now.”

You two spend the rest of the night cleaning up your living room. Hanta insisted that you sit down and relax, and you tried to really, took a shower, did a face mask and everything. But your poor pookie desperately needed help with ordering his comics by universe and release date. And the entire time, he was yapping off your ear about how cool he is.

Despite your attempts to humble him, you can’t help the smile permanently tattooed across your lips every time you think about your kiss, and more importantly, your very cool boyfriend.

⋆˚࿔ morning hues

waking up with the mha boys !

— includes : kirishima, kaminari, sero & shinsou (in that order)

contains: f!reader implied, around 0.3k words each,fluff, established relationship (sorry i’m a sucker for romance) suggestive if you squint, usage baby + babe used, light swearing

authors note: my first drabbles ever guys how are we feeling ! can you guys tell who’s my favorite lolol

also here’s a link to the pose kirishimas is cus idk if i described it well enough haha

⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima

eijiro is a light sleeper. so whenever you begin to shuffle in your sleep, your eyes slowly fluttering open, so does he.

when he finally does find himself fully conscious he immediately pulls you closer to him, yearning for your warmth. his big arms wrapped around your neck and his body pressed flush against yours.

“goodmorning baby.” his voice is rugged, eyes still closed as he places a delicate kiss on the outer shell of your ear.

you maneuver your head up so you can whisper out a small “morning.” before placing a kiss on his forearm. he flexes, pretending to choke you with his muscle. you giggle as your hand moves up to caress his biceps, a sign of appreciation.

he’s smiling, though you can’t see it, you just know. “how’d my girl sleep?” he asks, like he has been every single morning since you’ve gotten together. you’ll never get bored of it.

this is how you spend most early mornings. in bed together, waiting for the sunlight to stream through the bedroom window.

eijiro releases you from his grip, moving to gently rubbing your back as you recall the dream you had that night. you boldly explain the actions from your dream as he passionately listens, making additional comments along the way.

“hmm, yeah? that’s nice baby.” he coos into your ear as his hands rub up and down your shoulder, kisses being periodically planted on your skin.

when the words “i have to get ready.” would eventually escape your lips eijiro would insist you stay in bed a bit longer, he’d even ‘fight’ you for it.

his arms are propped up on either side of your face as he peppers kisses over your giggling face. “eiji, please,” you say between short breaths “i have to get ready for work!”

“i don’t want you to go,” he’d whine, only promising to let you go if you give him another kiss 🩷

⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari

“denki.” you complain for the fifth time. the golden haired boy, whose head is resting on your upper chest, remains still. you watch as his chest rises and falls with every breath, his brows occasionally furrowing. you sigh.

denki is a deep sleeper. usually he wakes up in the early afternoon (though if you two had a long night he could sleep until the late afternoon!!) he’s doesn’t like to admit it but you both know that his sleep schedule is so ass.

“babeee.” you groan. though you really enjoyed the view you also really had to get to work.

finally, he moves. “hmmm?” a low groan escapes his lips. he turns, attempting to bury himself into the crook of your neck.

you take time to drink in the image of your sleeping boyfriend as he nuzzles himself into you. you let out another sigh, this one holding less tension than the first. “kami.” you say, sweetly. your hands find their way to the base of his neck and your fingers slowly climbing up to play with his hair. his grip on you tightens, fingers digging into the side of your waist.

“i have to get up now, okay?” you place a soft kiss onto his sun dyed hair.

you wait a few seconds for a verbal reply and to your surprise (not really) you began to feel a wet patch forming on your neck. “denki.” you dead pan.

“yes y/n?” his eyes are sparking as he looks up at you, feigning innocence.

“that’s not going to work on me again dumbass.” you sit up and ruffle his hair, laughing sweetly at his attempt to keep you in bed.

“but baby-“ he starts to whine as he sits up as well.

when you get off your shared bed you finally see how disheveled he is. his shirt is a wrinkled mess, not to mention it’s slightly riding up his stomach. he’s blinking his eyes, very clearly trying to wake himself up. you bask in his beauty, a smile creeping up on your face.

“i have to get ready, really denks,” you try to put on a stern voice, but it’s hard to leave your boy.

“can you at least turn around before you go?” he ask as with a pout.

your brow cocks at the question. though it is a weird request, it’s your boyfriend request. so you oblige. “happy?” you ask, glancing back from your shoulder to examine the expression on his face.

his eyes are lit up and locked onto your body. “yeah,” his says, a dorky smile on his face as he lays back down. “so happy” he giggles, his voice dreamy.

he falls back asleep not too long after that, his dreams full of you.

⋆˚࿔ h.sero

when you sleep with your boyfriend, hanta, you often find yourself waking up comfortably tucked into the corner of his elbow.

surprisingly, hanta is an early bird and is up with the sun on most days. he likes to spend mornings getting ready together so he usually finds himself staying in bed scrolling on his phone while waiting for you to wake up.

when he sees your sleeping figure finally rise to life he can’t help but tease you a bit.

you attempt to rub the sleep away from your eyes as you turn over on your boyfriend's arm. when you finally open your eyes you’re met with a big grin plastered on the raven haired boy's face.

“look who’s finally awake,” he sings, his tone is teasing, but holding no real sting to it. he tucks his arm in, bringing you closer.

“goodmorning to you too hanta,” you say in a low voice, not being awake enough to play along with his playful attitude.

his face tilts to your reaction, noticing your low energy. he lets out a low hum before leaning to bite your cheek “sorry ma,” he mutters as he pulls away. “i meant to say, goodmorning beautiful,” he corrects.

you can’t help it as a smile creeps up on your face. he always knew exactly how to cheer you up. you bite the inside of your cheek as the outside burns a crimson color.

“such a tease,” you pout as your body moves to hover over his. you tilt your head up to kiss along his jawline, ready to get payback. he lets out a satisfied hum as his hand makes his way to your lower back, possessively laying there.

“y/n,” he starts, his voice is soft. he closes his eyes as his eyebrows knit together. you travel from his jawline down to his neck. he shutters when your soft lips touch his skin, as if you put him under a lovestruck spell.

“hmm?” you mumble from his neck. he opens his eyes to see yours locked onto his, their reflections toying with innocence.

he bites back the smile on his lips as his head falls back onto his pillow, his eyes falling closed once more.

when you pull away from his neck he lets out an airy laugh. “evil,” he says, peeking down at you as you laugh at him.

“that’s what you get,” you giggle.

his hands quickly find their way to you. he’s now holding your face in his hands, “you’re cute,” he breathes out as he squeezes your face, finally leaning in for a proper kiss.

“ready to get up now?”

⋆˚࿔ h.shinsou

hitoshi knows the tell-tale signs of you waking up. he’s seen it so many times before. the way your face scrunches when the sunlight hits your eye. the way your lips fall open while intelligible mutters slip from your mouth.

so hitoshi waits. he doesn’t mind waiting anymore. not when you're lying on his chest, practically on display just for him. it’s all finally worth it when your muttering comes to a stop and your eyes slowly open.

you tilt your head up, your sleepy eyes meeting hitoshis. your boyfriends typically weary eyes are soft and tender as his gaze dances down your body.

“goodmorning,” he says in that deep voice that makes you feel so weak. he rubs your arm as you let out a relieved sigh.

“morning toshi,” you reply with a small smile. “switch?” you offer him.

hitoshi was quick to nods so you switch positions; toshi now sprawled out across your chest as you laid on your back underneath him. your hands raced to his hair, pushing his lavender locs back and massaging his scalp. the soft mewl of contentment he lets out makes your skin feel hot. “you sleep at all?” you ask, mostly to calm yourself down.

“like three, maybe four hours?” he said with shrug as if he was trying to downplay the situation. he dipped his head low, not knowing you could see the tip of his ears color themselves pink.

“not bad,” you say, placing a kiss to the crown of his head.

okay, maybe he hadn’t told you how he’s been sleeping way better because you're by his side. maybe he couldn’t handle hearing you say how proud of him while you kiss him all over. maybe he couldn’t handle how cute you’d look with a smile that big on your face.

yeah, he definitely couldn’t handle that. not yet.

he’s not new to your shared morning routine, but for some reason seeing you tousled up next to him in bed, early in the morning, still manages to make his heart race.

me staring at the request in my inbox… me looking at all my ideas in my notes app…. “omg! i literally have nothing to write”

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hii seraph!! kiss kiss

i saw that u wanna some more request so i was thinking you could do musical headcanons with the mha boys!

so maybe like do what genre of music/artists they listen to and what instruments (if any) you think they’d play, stuff like that. feel free to add anything else you think fits!

ok that’s all i know you’ll do great bye bye ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

omg hi this is so fun ! since u didn't specify which ones i did all the mha boys i write for ! hope this is okay ( ≧ᗜ≦)

contains k. takami , s. aizawa , t. todoroki , t. shigaraki , s. todoroki , i. midoriya , t. iida , e. kirishima , k. bakugo , h. sero , d. kaminari , h. shinso

hawks ⋆˚✿˖°

i feel like he listens to megan thee stallion but that might just be because of the edits i've seen of him to her songs

new jeans !!!!!

he def seems like he'd listen to sabrina carpenter ( me too king )

i don't think he'd have time to learn any instruments because of his role as a hero

but maybe after the war he'd pick something up to pass time !!

if he did i feel like he gives acoustic guitar vibes

aizawa ⋆˚✿˖°

i don't feel like he'd listen to music often

i feel like if he did he'd either listen to lofi or older / chill romance songs

like frank sinatra

but again i don't think he'd listen to music often

he would not know any instruments

i just don't think he'd have much interest in it

dabi ⋆˚✿˖°

he'd listen to emo music and other rock / punk / hardcore music

some examples from the music i listen to include :

custer by slipknot

wolf in sheep's clothing by set it off

hero killer by piercetheskies ( kinda funny cuz it references stain in the song LMAO )

my chemical romance in general

i'm sorry he just gives emo kid vibes so bad

i could see him playing either electric guitar , bass , or drums in a quirkless au ( or maybe all three )

shigaraki ⋆˚✿˖°

he seems like he'd listen to entirely alt music

big mother mother enjoyer

or bo burnam

a lot of the hated artists he would listen to

the more experimental / weird the more he likes it

he seems like he'd know how to play those weird keyboards ??? i think it's called a synth ?????

shoto ⋆˚✿˖°

i think he'd mostly listen to classical music

like mozart

half because that's what he listened to as he grew up and also half because he just genuinely enjoys it

also the occasional lofi song

but i also don't think he'd listen to music often

i think he'd know how to play classical piano and cello

because his dad made him learn

izuku ⋆˚✿˖°

idk why but he's giving me 2000s white girl club music

like zara larson ( i just wanna be part of your SYMPHONYYYYYY )

or girly pop kpop groups

or kpop in general

i feel like i could see him being a p1harmony stan

i don't think he'd know any instruments

i feel like he'd want to but he just never got around to learning any

iida ⋆˚✿˖°

another classical music enjoyer

except he just fully enjoys it

i think he'd listen to pop on occasion when his classmates turned it on

but otherwise just classical

i feel like he'd know cello

he just seems like a cello player

kirishima ⋆˚✿˖°

he is definitely a country music enjoyer

that one singing clip of him solidified it for me LMAO

he'd also vibe with pop music, he'd just listen to country more

also gives everyone's recommendations at least one chance

he'd feel so bad if he didn't

i could see him playing some type of guitar !!!

bakugo ⋆˚✿˖°

i think he'd like rap in public

but behind closed doors

the most girly pop you could ever imagine

like i'm talking chappell roan and sabrina carpenter

he's a closeted swiftie

he canonically plays drums and i feel like that's all he'd play

i think he likes them because he gets to hit something without having repercussions if that makes sense

like it's just a good opportunity to get out his anger safely

sero ⋆˚✿˖°

i genuinely think he listens to everything

like listens to them equally too

and he gives people recommendations all the time and every time they're literally perfect

they'd match the person he gave them to PERFECTLY

i think he'd play acoustic guitar !!!

it just fits his vibe so well ( and it would be so hot )

denki ⋆˚✿˖°

my man DEFINITELY listens to girly pop music

and he has ZERO SHAME about it

he will be screaming the lyrics to twice songs proudly

or dancing to sabrina carpenter with you

like he is a PROUD stan

and he canonically plays electric guitar but unfortunately i don't think he would play anything else

but i don't think he'd be a bad singer

like not great but not bad by any means

shinso ⋆˚✿˖°

i think he'd listen to chase atlantic

and the neighborhood

solely because he has the same energy as my friend who listens to them

he also listens to similar alternative artists

and can't forget about the emo music !!!

he too is an emo boy and you can't change my mind

i think he'd play bass and he'd be a pretty good singer !!!!

The themeeeee 😩 it’s so adorable!! I love it so freaking much!!

THANK YEWWW 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷