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How would you go about getting people to read your fanfics? I have this my hero academia fanfic I wrote a longgg time ago just for me and my friends, that I now want to rewrite and maybe post on AO3. Y’all have any tips for getting an audience?

Dabi: “Idk how you’re a villain. You can barely open a pickle jar by yourself.”

Me: “I may not be able to open a jar but I can open up a can of whoop ass. *insert karate hands*”

Dabi: “I’m breaking up with you.”

Me: “BRING ME A DOCTOR PEPPER AND A BLUNT IMMEDIATELY. I’M DONE WITH THIS SHIT!”

Dabi: “What tf happened?”

Me: “NOTHING! LIFE IS GOING TOO WELL AND ITS FREAKING ME THE FUCK OUT.”

Toga: “Hey Y/N what made you so attracted to Dabi?”

Me: “Well first, I found him really funny-“

Shigaraki: “You laughed at a fart joke yesterday.”

Me: “Listen I never said I had a very advanced sense of humor okay?!”

❀Warning: Bad Grammar / Angst / Burning / Bad Language

❀A/N: Sorry this is written very messily – I just thought about this scenario and I wanted to write it down as fast as I could so I wouldn’t forget. Thought I could share it with y’all.

❀Words:247

❀Published:03.03.2021

This whole situation was just stupid. You where fighting over nonsense again. Normally you two would give each other the silence treatment for a few hours and that’s it, but this time it was somehow different.
“Everything would be so much easier if you weren’t clinging to me all the time, it’s fucking annoying!” Dabi screamed at you, blue flames coming up from his patched up skin.

That was a damn lie, he loved it when you would show him affection – but the anger got the best of him.

You immediately froze. Sure he could get mad sometimes, but never to the point where he would say such hurtful things to you. The feeling of disappointment spread over your whole body.
Disappointed in Dabi? Disappointed in yourself? Maybe with the whole situation you got yourself into.

Not knowing how to handle it any further you stormed of. All you wanted was some space right now.

Dabi grabbed you by your wrist.
“I swear I didn’t -”

You flinched away in pain. A sharp burn coming from your wrist. Dabi pulled away immediately, probably just as shocked as you were.

Looking at your wrist you were able to make out a red ring, right where Dabi grabbed it.
Not one of you said a word, just looking at your burned wrist.
After you realized what just happened you turned on your heel and left.
“It wasn’t on purpose.” he breathed, fully aware that you couldn’t hear him anymore.

❀Summary: Dabi having a mental breakdown – y/n trying her best to calm him down.

❀A/N: Sorry it’s a really short Imagine – maybe even only a Drabble lol, but I hope you still like it.

❀Pairings: Dabi x Reader

❀Warnings: Grammar Error / Angst / Blood / Bad Language / Kidnapping (idk) / little bit of Stockholm Syndrome (maybe)

❀Published:01.03.2021

❀Words:484

You woke up from a sudden bang. With a loud sight your eyes fluttered open, just to remember that you were still lingering at the run down LOV’s base. Laying on a hard wooden bed with only a blanked under you for at least a little bit of comfort. Starring up at the ceiling, a dim light was flickering right above you. Starting to stretch your tense back you could hear another loud bang and some mumbled but coarse screaming from the bathroom next to the room you were sleeping in.

Looking over to the undone bed in the corner, you noticed that Dabi was nowhere to be seen.

A loud shatter made you jump.
Was that some glass breaking?
You hopped from your bed and went straight for the bathroom door. Ignoring your inner voice that told you to knock, you opened the door ungraciously.

The scene in front of you made you freeze for a second.
Dabi was standing in front of a shattered mirror, blood dripping down into the sink. His hands were clashed on the edge of it.
He abruptly looked over to you which made you flinch. His full attention was on you now. The stitches in his face looked like the were torn open.
Did he do that to himself?

Grabbing a bigger piece of broken glass he threw it directly at you.
“Get the fuck out of here!”

You blocked the piece of glass from hurting your face with your arms.
“Stop that bullshit!” you said sternly “Did something happen? What’s going on?”
Normally Dabi would discipline you for talking to him like that, but this time he just growled.

“This is non of you businesses.”

His left hand wandered to his right wrist, scathing the already lose stitches open.
Oh, so he really did all that to himself.

You didn’t say anything. Not a single word. You just walked up to him from behind and wrapped your arms around his shaking body, blocking his arms from hurting himself even more.

It was obvious that Dabi could shake you off easily if he wanted to, but he didn’t move an inch.
“Why are you doing that?” he whispered with a raspy voice.

Why am I doing it? I shouldn’t care about him the way I do. I should hate him for kidnapping me. I should hate him for hurting me.

You definitely hated him in the beginning, but now? You weren’t sure. He was a fragment of your life for quiet a while now. Whether you wanted that was a whole different story.

Did I catch some kind of Stockholm Syndrome?

You couldn’t give Dabi an answer. So you just kept clinging on him for dear life until he stopped shaking and his breathing calmed down.
Maybe it’s Stockholm Syndrome, but maybe it’s just the pure affection you build up for the man in front of you.

Enchanted

Request - Hi, would it be okay for you to write a Mha headcanon about Shinsou meeting the reader, who has a singing quirk ? He/she ( i don’t care about gender ) can hypnotise someone by touching them and singing. The effect lasts 5 minutes, after that, the reader must to touch the person again for the effect to last. ( I personnaly like to imagine the song being Disturbia from Rihannah ) The rest is up to you, feel free to change somethings if you want. Thank you for reading my request and good day to you

[ Hero Name - Peisinoe (a siren name meaning “affecting the mind”) ]

[ Request adjustment - Ths quirk also includes humming with ths singing factor, support item is a bo staff ]

Fluff

Warnings - Cursing?, Violence, Season 5 Spoilers/Joint Training Arc Spoilers, Monoma Narrorating and being a plot device,

Pairing - Hitoshi Shinsou X Fem!Reader

[ I hope it’s okay that I choose a female reader to if the roll! ]

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He had a way with motivation, you could give him that. “I don’t wanna see you sulking, I wanna see winners!” Vlad King all but roars at his class. 

You sigh, turning your attention towards Shiozaki as she raises an eyebrow to you. “Are you ready?” She asks and you take in a deep breath, nodding in confidence. “Okay, I do this with the utmost confidence that you’ll be perfectly okay.” She promises and, without further delay, wraps you in vines and launches you deep into the darkness of the weaving factory esk setting before letting you go. 

“You got this.” You whisper to yourself as you walk. Ahead you can hear footsteps, quick ones, prompting you to hiding, a hand over your mouth. It was like a scene in a horror movie, like you were hiding from the killer, but for you it was all part of the plan. 

You play over the plan in your head again and again, knowing every fine detail of both what could go right and what could go wrong. Pulling it off was enough for you even if you get caught in the end. 

“She’s hiding?” Midoria questions, watching the screen a long side the rest of the two classes. 

“Shinsou’s coming up on her!” Monoma laughs, a hand in his hair. “He has no idea he’s running right into a trap!” Class 1-A focus on their temporary classmate as he approaches the hidden student.

You could hear him getting close and closer, the tension was suffocating. With one hand, you extend your staff and stick it out, tripping the unsuspecting enemy. He’s quick to get back on his feet but you’re right behind him, hands cupping his face from behind as you hum right in his ear. You stare ahead, feeling all the tension in him from the surprise leave him. 

“That’s it.” You praise, trailing your hand down the side of his face before walking around to stand in front of him. “Just listen to me and you’ll be okay.” Your head tilts as you look up into the glazed over eyes of Hitoshi Shinsou. 

“Shinsou did you get-what the heck?” 

You look over the shoulder of the taller student and catch eyes with Denki Kaminari. A smirk falls to your face as you lean in again, one hand on the side of his neck, eyes still on Kaminari. Kaminari doesn’t move, cautious and not wanting to hit Shinsou with an attack. “It was enchanting to meet you.” You sing softly to him before pulling back and looking him in the eyes once again. “He’s trying to hurt me, save me, my hero.” 

Shinsou’s head snaps towards Kaminari and you back up, watching Shinsou charge at Kaminari. Kaminari yells, trying to get Shinsou to snap out of it. 

“What the hell?” Kirishima shouts as they stare in disbelief as Shinsou fights Kaminari. 

Monoma has yet to stop laughing since Shinsou tripped. “Our own little weapon! Y/N!” He shouts with a wide smile that mirrors Vlad Kings (despite the claims of being biased). “You’re not the only one with a brainwasher Class 1-A!” He mocked them.“Go Peisinoe!”

You extend the bo staff and step over a pipe, keeping your eyes on them, just in case he snapped out of it. For a moment, you glance down at the watch on your wrist, keeping track of five minutes, you were on minute 3 and counting down. “Please hero! Beat him!” You shout, stepping over another pipe.

“Come on man! She’s in your head!” He shouts, eyes catching sight of you retreating slowly into the darkness. Kaminari huffs, backing up form Shinsou and pulling when his arm’s caught in the capture bindings. “I’m sorry!” He suddenly lets out a small burst of electricity, shocking Shinsou in the process in the hopes of getting away. 

The colour returns to Shinsou’s eyes much to Kaminari’s relief. Shinsou blinks, “What the hell ma-Kaminari?” Shinsou questions, beyond confused before the blonde points over his shoulder. Shinsou looks over his shoulder and catches eyes with you before you turn and break into a run. “I got her!” He shouts, running after you. 

He catches up to you fast, using the binding tool to his advantage to swing on the pipes to catch up to you. You take in a sharp breath, whipping around and smacking him with the staff. Like a pinata, he drops out of the air and rolls to his feet. The two of you are in a stand off as he now makes sure to not get to close and you don’t open your mouth after hearing about his voice changer through the coms earlier. 

“Neat trick you’ve got there.” He starts, watching you shrug, jaw clenched to keep yourself from replying. “Getting me to fight my own teammate, it’s smart.” He compliments, jumping back when you take a wide swing, the staff twirling to knock away the cloth before it could reach you. 

He charges you, binding your hands when you reached to touch him, taking you by surprise with how fast he acted in having you basically hogtied on the ground. Shinsou leans down his knee against your back. “It was very enchanting to meet you.”

You ended up locked up with your team, losing the first round and dreading the look on Vlad King’s face when you returned. While you lost, you couldn’t stop thinking about Shinsou, who ended up coming to talk to you about your quirk similarities and asked if you wanted to train together sometime. All in all, it was a great training day.

Thank you so dearly for this request, it was so much fun to write. Prompt #16 “Not this again.” For the fictober event. If you have a request, please send me an ask I would love to write it. 

No warnings, fluffy and cute.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, not this again.” You looked down at your phone, a long paragraph typed up from your boyfriend Eijiro in the same format as last month. An excuse, an apology, canceling tonight’s plans, and about two more apologies. Tonight he’s claiming stomach issues, but you know the truth. You sigh and check your bank account. If he would just tell the truth you could tell him that it wouldn’t be a problem for you to pay for the movie tickets tonight! He makes good money, he must really spend over his budget. He’s so chivalrous and sweet, it might insult him to try and pay for things sometimes. You don’t mind, if only he’d just open up.

You decide that enough is enough, you’re going over there and you’re going to put an end to the lying! He’s going to let you pay for the date if you have to drag him out by his ears. You throw on the outfit you had planned for your date, cleaned up your hair and head down the street into the night air. Eijiro’s house is just outside of city lines in the suburbs. He has a nice end lot with a large field behind it. You’re so jealous of his view. You hop on the bus and ride with head phones on, listening to a playlist he made you. The bus can be a little scary at night, but nobody is on here except for you. It’s kind of peaceful just listening to music and staring at the full moon. It’s large and round face is staring down at you like a caring grandmother.

 Another text pops up.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry I disappointed you. I have to get some sleep, I love you baby.” You rolled your eyes. It’s just past 10pm! You’re not letting him sit and sulk in the dark alone all night. You resisted the urge to throw your phone into your bag in frustration. He is such a wonderful boyfriend 99% of the time, but he always seems like he’s hiding a part of himself. What is it? A bad childhood? A gambling addiction? Is he secretly apart of the mafia??? The bus halted to a stop and left you outside of his neighborhood, you stomped all the way down the sidewalk to the end of the line of houses and stared at your boyfriends place. The porch light is off, but the lights are on inside. You know where he keeps the hidden spare key and jam it into the lock. You almost kick the door down as you shout for your boyfriend.

 He was sitting on the couch, tying his shoe laces. He’s putting on hiking boots this late? “Hey! You’re awake!” You slam the door behind you and scold your red headed sweet heart. “Babe what are you doing here? It’s almost midnight!” His voice is shaking. He nervously looks at the clock on the wall and stands up. “You have to go baby, I’m really embarrassed! My stomach is-” “Stop lying! Your stomach is fine!” You want to raise your voice and yell, but his giant puppy dog eyes are so cute. You jam a finger into his chest and scrunch up your mouth, doing your best to look irritated. “I knew I would get here and see you’re not hunched over a puke bucket!” He put both hands on your shoulders and gently rubbed up and down on your arms. He’s such a large man, he’s practically a wall he’s so solid. Yet he always has the sweetest touches, making sure to be so gentle with you. His callused finger tips brushed against your skin and gave you goosebumps.

 It took every ounce of restraint in you not to fall right into his arms. “I’m sorry honey, but you really can’t stay here tonight. I need you to head back home.” He said hardly above a whisper. He kissed your forehead and you shoved his chest with all of your might. He didn’t budge, but understood you wanted him away from you so he stepped back. “Oh I’m sorry, is your booty call on the way over and I’m interrupting?” You felt like someone had stabbed you right in the heart. It couldn’t be true, he has never showed any signs of being disloyal. You’re just tired and confused.

 Eijiro looked panicked. “Oh god of course not! No, no its not like that I swear!”  He swallowed you in his arms pushing your cheek against his pecks and kissing all over the top of your head. “There is nobody other than you, I could never even think of betraying you, you’re my soul mate.” He said between kisses. You wrapped your arms around him and snuggled in. His warmth overwhelming. “Well then what is it…?” You whined a bit, it’s getting later and you want to just fall asleep in his arms. “Are you going to turn into a wolf at midnight?” You chuckled. His hand stopped running through your hair and he stiffened completely. You look up at him puzzled, he’s staring down at you with a look of panic. “That’s crazy why would you even say that?” He says all too seriously. You nervously laugh. “What’s wrong? I was just joking. It’s not like I really believe you’re about to start howling at the full moon.” Eijiro stared off into space, like his brain was loading and he couldn’t think of what to say. “Right…?” You cocked an eyebrow at him. “It might be a little bit like that.” He scratched his head. 

You two sat in the quiet for a little bit. Every time he tried to elaborate he ended up getting caught up in his own words. You two sat awkwardly in his living room until its about 5 minutes til midnight. “I- I’m going to go to the bathroom.” He quickly dismissed himself, running to his bedroom and shutting the door. You followed quickly after him. Is he insane? Does he really expect you to just sit out here while he hides pretending to shape shift to get out of movie night? He’s obviously  having a difficult time, maybe his money troubles make him feel emasculated? You softly tap on his bedroom door and it slips open. The bathroom door is closed shut with the light peaking out under the crack. You walk past his bed and dressers and hear weird scuttling sounds the closer you get. You knock again. “Hey honey, why don’t you come out so we can talk about this? It’s okay if you didn’t want to go out because of money…” You leaned against the door. “It doesn’t make you less of a man to let me pay sometimes.” He’s so wonderful, you don’t think there could be any other reason why he can be so flakey.

The sound of shampoo bottles and shaving cream canisters falling to the ground startle you. “Babe are you okay?” You turn the door nob. The door flings open, a large shape tackles you, knocking you to the ground. You let out a large wheeze, the wind escaping your lungs. “What the fu-” Your face was assaulted with a large flat tongue, licking all over you. Slobber flew across the room as a giant red dog panted and whimpered as it gave you kisses. “You’re a dog! Oh my god you’re a dog!” You pushed your monstrous boyfriend off of you and took a good look at him. He’s huge, and even a little scary looking. His fur is bright crimson and his eyes are a daring shade of yellow. But he sat there, panting like a normal dog. You waved in front of his face. “Are you in there babe?” The dog playfully nipped at your finger, trying to pull your hand into his mouth. “Hey! No bites!” You retracted your hand and held it close to your chest. His fangs are giant. 

The wolf man got down low to the ground in the stance you’ve seen puppies do right before they-

 He takes off, zooming across the floor and into the living room at full speed. Pictures that lined the hallway crash to the ground. You rush to your feet and chase after him. “Wait!! Down boy! Down!!” You shout. He’s already on the couch, gripping a throw pillow between his powerful jaws and shaking it. Cotton stuffing flies across the room, coating the floor. “No! Bad Eijiro! Bad doggy!” You try to wrestle the pillow away from him and fail. He topples over you, knocking you back down onto the floor and taking off across the room again, this time to the kitchen. You tenderly rub your arm, you landed on it weird and it’s a little sore. Another crashing sound prompts you to get up onto your feet and run after him. The trash can is toppled over on its side, trash strewn across the floor. His snout was pushing around the garbage, looking for something to swallow. “Are you kidding me? What is with you?” You grab the wolf by the scruff of his neck, and pull him to the other side of the room away from the trash. “You sit!” Eijiro whines and sits down, looking up at you with the saddest eyes. “Oh don’t look at me like that. This is not what I thought a werewolf would be like.” Eijiro’s large head pushed against you, rubbing his face all over your stomach as you pet his head. “You just need to burn some of this energy off." 

You can’t help but love the silly thing. He is still your boyfriend, even if he is a little different than usual right now. He followed you down the hall,  staying right by your side. He takes up most of the space, his large frame almost tipping you off balance with small bumps into your hip. You dug through a pile in his hall closet until you found an old baseball and plastic toy bat. Wow, he really needs to clean up his closet, you think to yourself. "Okay babe, let’s go-” He looked up at you with all of the love in the world, hanging on your every word. You crack into a smile. “Let’s go outside and play you big goof.

"The two of you trampled through the tall grass behind Eijiro’s house, he seemed to use little to no effort at all. His massive paws stomping down the weeds like it’s nothing. You decided you were far enough away from the neighbors and took a strong stance. You haven’t hit a ball in ages, but this plastic bat is wide and should make it a little easier on you. The baseball flew high into the air, you focused and swung the bat, smacking the ball across the field. Your wolf ran, faster than any animal you had ever seen after the small object, passing it and having to loop around with a terrifying pin point turn. He grabbed the ball off of the ground so quick you barely saw the motion, and in a flash he was back at your feet. You could do nothing but shake your head and laugh. "Are you kidding me? You’re amazing!” Eijiro looked pleased, so you scratched his neck fluff.

 "Alright let’s see if I can hit it a little farther.“ 

Again, and again, and again he chased the ball across the field and back happily dropping the ball at your feet. He only made you wrestle for it once, he could probably keep the ball away from you forever with those intense muscles, but that’s not as fun for him. Seeing how pleased you looked when he brought it back was filling the beast with all the pride in the world.

Eventually your arm got tired, and he seemed to have about run out of energy too. He laid down in the field and looked up at the moon. You laid your head on his stomach, the rhythm of his breathing so comforting. You just talked to him, venting about life and how weird things are in the city now. You found yourself thinking about how a simple bus ride was starting to feel too far away from him at this point. "I know you don’t really understand me right now, but I really love you. I know we’ve said it before, but I love you. I think you’re my forever person.” He was laying on his paws, looking up at the starry sky. “I know you felt like you had to hide this from me, but it doesn’t scare me, or weird me out.” You talk quietly and close your eyes, snuggling deeper into his fur. “If I have to come throw a ball for you once a month, I’ll do it. I’ve got friends that deal with way worse with their boyfriends.” You smirked, thinking you’re pretty funny. That’ll make Eijiro laugh in the morning, you’ll save that for later. 

The rising sun burned your eyelids, scaring you awake. You hadn’t meant to stay out here for the rest of the night, but it was so late and he was so comfortable. He’s much more familiar to you now, he slept peacefully as you rested on his chest. He looks worn out, but the two of you can’t stay out there forever. You gently tap his face. He popped one eye open and looked around. “Oh man!” He gasped and looked down at his hands and feet. “I’m so stupid! You could get sick staying outside all night!” He put a hand on your face and cupped your chin. “Are you alright my love?” He asked with the soft voice only you get to hear. “Yeah I’m fine. How are you feeling?” “I feel fine. I’ll be a little more hungry today, but it’s no big deal.” He looked down at the ground with a sheepish smile. “Thanks for staying with me all night.” “Aw come on, it’s no big deal. You’re… a good boy.” You teased while ruffling his hair.

 "Hey!“

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Chapter 12

Warnings: None, swf. Lots of fluff though.

I was rushing through my duffle bag to find any non-work-related clothes to go out with Vlad. I already had my tablet and purse set aside and waiting. I decided to go with a tank top and cardigan with skinny jeans and white tennis shoes. I left my hair in a bun and smoothed down my flyaways. Once I was done getting ready, I grabbed my tablet and purse and rushed my way out of Aizawa’s office. Speaking of Aizawa, I walked into the living room to see him napping in his sleeping bag rather than on the couch with the numerous blankets I brought over from my place. I shook my head, not really in shock or anything, more just towards his silliness. I went around the apartment and cleaned up a little while waiting for Vlad. I was in the kitchen doing dishes when I heard the doorbell chime. I immediately went to grab the door when Aizawa beat me to it.

“Hey, Vlad.” Aizawa flatly said. He looked annoyed; maybe it was because his nap was interrupted.

“Hello, Aizawa, is Mai ready yet?” Vlad tried to look over him while I grabbed my stuff and got ready to leave.

I pushed past Aizawa, “Yes, I am. Hi, Vlad.” I smiled at him and gave him a once over, “You look nice.” He was wearing jeans, and a blue button-up with the sleeves rolled up.

“Thank you. You do too.” He returned my smile while reaching for my arm to start leaving.

“Ahem.” Aizawa halted us. “What time are you coming home?” There’s the word again. Home.Did he have to use that word? He could’ve just said, ‘When are you coming back?’ but no, he said, home. And of course, it gave me a tinge in my heart.

“Um, it depends on how much work we have to do. I’ll make sure to text you if I’m out late.” I gave him a light pat on his shoulder, “But in case you need anything, don’t hesitate to call me, and I’ll come to your rescue.” I gave him a small wink and then made my way out. I just heard a grumble in response.

I gave all my attention to Vlad once we started to walk to the cafe Vlad had in mine for us to go and work.

“Aizawa was okay with you going out with him recovering?” Vlad asked while motioning to grab my bag for me.

I pushed his hand away and shook my head, “I think he was happy to not have me nagging him for the day.”

“How has it been for you guys living together?”

“It’s alright. Sometimes we’re at each other’s head and other times we’re pretty chill. Sometimes he takes naps while I’m doing work stuff. Or sometimes we’re both grading the students’ assignments together. So it really just depends on the day.” I shrugged.

Vlad stayed silent and gave me a slow nod as he listened, “How did the session with Bakugo today go?”

“Oh, I say it went pretty well.” I stared at my feet while walking before looking up at Vlad giving him a proud smile. “He asked for another session.”

Vlad wrapped an arm around me, “I’m glad to hear that the great Counselor Montoya broke through Katsuki Bakugo.”

“Yeah, well, I feel like I needed that little pep talk you gave me so thank you for that.”

“Anytime, shortie.” He gave me a small squeeze while holding me. It felt a little awkward to have his large frame lean over my smaller one, but it still felt nice. I couldn’t help but lean back into his side while holding his hand over my shoulder. It was peaceful. Something I kind of needed for the past few months. Heck, just these past weeks I needed some peace.

We stayed walking like this for the rest of the way to the coffee shop. Once we got there, I went straight to finding a booth while Vlad ordered our drinks and food. For the rest of the night, it was filled with work, but also some casual conversations about random topics. It was a breath of fresh air, but it still felt all familiar.

“Remember the time you and Oboro had to go chase down Mic and Tensei after he told them to grab a shopping cart and roll down a hill at Tensei’s full speed.” Vlad belted out a hearty laugh.

“Stop! I remembered a tripped over and started rolling down the hill while Oboro just laughed the whole way down on his stupid cloud.” I palmed my face, “It was so embarrassing. Ugh, if I didn’t love those idiots so much I wouldn’t have let it slide. I would’ve made sure they got reprimanded.”

“It’s hard to believe that those dumb kids turned into us.”

“Yeah, all of us but Hizashi seemed to grow to have a stick up our ass. But I’m pretty sure if you gave the old group the opportunity to be idiotic we would take it.” I smiled. My mind couldn’t help but wander over to my students. “Honestly, seeing the kids I counsel. They all remind me of us. Which makes me more self-aware of how reckless and clueless we were. But it definitely gives me a lot of hope that they’re going to grow up to be wonderful heroes.” I fingered the rim of my mug, “Especially if they learn from our mistakes instead of blindly following our heroic mantras.”

Vlad looked deeply at me silently agreeing. “Yeah, that’s kind of our responsibility now. Such a shame that you won’t be staying with the class and Aizawa after this year.” I stared blankly at him. Did I really forget this was all temporary? “You forgot that this was temporary until you got your suspension lifted, huh?”

I slumped back into the booth, “Well, its not my fault that I forgot. I’ve been busy and haven’t been updated on my status. None of my friends from the U.S. haven’t told me anything either. So, it kind of feels like I’ve already been here for a long time.” Vlad just nodded amusingly. “It feels like I should be prepared to stay. It doesn’t feel like I will be getting it lifted if it’s not even up for discussion.”

“Maybe it’s the time zones.” Vlad shrugged.

I couldn’t help but chuckle, “Yeah, definitely the time zones.” More like the American hero community was more than happy to get rid of me when they saw the chance.

Once the little work date came to an end, Vlad walked me home with his arm draped over me and my bag in his hand. The walk was filled with light laughter. Onlookers and bystanders would’ve assumed we were a happy couple with the way we were, and honestly, I didn’t really mind it. Once we got to the door of the apartment, Vlad held my hand to stop me from opening the door. Giving himself a little more time to talk. The low lighting darkened his blood-red eyes. His voice was low to match his eyes, “I had a fun time tonight. Even if it mostly worked. Would you mind going out another time when it’s not work-related?” His eyes and smile were warm and welcoming, it was impossible for me to say no and mean it,

I returned the smile and moved my hand to linger a little on his before retrieving my bag, “No, I don’t think I would mind. I would really like to go out again.”

Vlad leaned down a little closer to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, “Have a good night, Mai.”

I couldn’t help but blush at his action but I did my best to keep my composure, “You too, Vlad.”

He went to start walking away as I opened the door, “Send Eraser a ‘goodnight’ from me, just leave out the kiss. Don’t want to give him the wrong idea.”

I chuckled walking into the apartment, “No we wouldn’t that now, would we? Goodnight, be safe!” I closed the door and set my purse down while kicking off my shoes. The apartment was dark with the only light coming from the kitchen window. That can only mean that Aizawa was locked in his room. I made my way over to the couch and plotted myself there, resting my eyes. I’ll go check on Aizawa a little later.

“Are you home?” I heard the man belt out from the hallway.

“No, just some little Mexican girl with a copy of your apartment key decided to come in and relax on your couch.” I opened my eyes to see him leaning on the wall watching me.

“You got a call while you were gone, but I told them that I would pass the message along.”

“From who?”

“Gemini.” Do you ever just have one of those days that are really good only to have something come into ruin it? I had to force myself to not groan.

“What was the message? I thought part of the court appeal was that neither of us was supposed to be in contact with each other?” I sat up looking annoyed and Aizawa could tell that I was not in the mood for anything involving Gemini.

“He used the agency phone number. He wanted you to know that your suspension hasn’t been looked at since the court case ended in case you were curious why you haven’t been updated.” Aizawa moved from his spot of the wall over to the couch.

“And why couldn’t it be someone else telling me this?”

“He said it was his good deed for the day to tell you.” Aizawa gave out a huff and was laced with a smirk.

“Oh, how nice of him. Wish that his good deed for the day involved more minding his business and less harassing female colleagues but that’s too much to ask.” I leaned back on the cushions feeling hot with annoyance and anger. “Vlad wanted me to tell you to have a good night.”

“Is that all?” Aizawa’s voice was laced with slight irritation.

“Yeah. Pretty much. Why? Did you expect him to send you a goodnight kiss too?” I teased.

He rolled his eyes at me, “I’m guessing you had a good time ‘working’.”

I took note of the emphasis on ‘working’ but decided not to act on it and not cause an argument. “Yeah, I had fun. Vlad really helped make taking on Class 1-B less stressful.”

“Hmm.” Was all I got as a response, “You’re friend Marga emailed me about you not responding to her wedding invitation.”

“Why are people contacting you instead of me?” I scrunched up my face in confusion.

“I don’t know, it’s probably because they know you avoid responding.” He said matter of factly.

“The wedding isn’t until November, I have time to respond to the invitation. She just has to be patient.”

“Just say you don’t want to go to her wedding.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t want to go. I just want to heavily think about it. It’s going to be one of the largest events of the year for the U.S. because two big pro heroes are getting married. That means ALL of my old colleagues are going to be there and I just don’t want to be outcasted or judged while I’m there.” I shouldn’t have really cared, but I couldn’t really help it. I was already a joke, I just didn’t want to give people more reason to talk.

“You never used to care about what people thought about you.”

“I wasn’t ranked number 2 hero before. And that’s not completely true. I always tried my best to not cause attention to myself and offend people because I never wanted to hurt anyone.” I turned over to him to look him in the eyes.

He couldn’t help the smirk tugging his lips. “Now, that’s a lie. Yes, you were conscientious, but you never shied away from speaking your mind.”

“Well, look where that got me, Sho… Aizawa.” I bit my cheek after avoiding my slip up. “I don’t really have the option to be so vocal or confident in myself right now. It will only give me more problems.”

Aizawa just stayed quiet for a little while. I couldn’t really look him in the eye. He was right that I used to be confident in myself and my words, and I hated that I let this stupid situation tear me away from that. It felt like I reverted back to my fifteen-year-old self. Insecure and fearful of myself. “You know, you could always just bring a date with you so you have someone on your side beside the bride and groom.”

I laughed at his suggestion, “I can’t just ask someone to do that.”

“And why not? You have tons of friends that would come to help you have at the drop of a hat.” Aizawa’s baritone voice had a hint of offense in it.

“Yeah, I know. I just don’t want to…” I met Aizawa’s dead stare, “Don’t want too… Can you not look at me like that? You look so judgmental right now.” I crossed my arms.

“Good, because I am judging you for thinking that you’re an inconvenience.”

“I was not going to say… you know what, fine. Who do you think I should bring as my date then, oh wise one?” The man just shrugged at me… “Unbelievable.”

“Ask Vlad since you guys seem really close.” He grumbled.

“No, I feel like it’s too serious and we…” My eyes widened. Shut up, shut up, shut up!

Aizawa raised an eyebrow at me, “We?”

“Nothing, we’re just friends and I don’t want him to get the wrong idea. Taking a friend to a wedding as a date can be messy.” In all honesty, I just didn’t want to move too quickly with Vlad. We weren’t a real thing yet and I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea by inviting him to a wedding. “I’ll just take Hizashi or something. Maybe Lily actually.”

And then out of nowhere, Aizawa made the most peculiar suggestion, “I could go.” I guess I gave a shocked look because the next thing he did was roll his eyes at me and went over to grab the unanswered invitation, “Don’t give me that look, I’m only offering as a way to pay you back for helping me out with my injuries.”

“But… it’s a wedding… A TELEVISED WEDDING!” I tried to analyze the man to see if he had some type of bleeding on his head from a reopened wound but he swatted me away.

“Yeah, so what? No one will know who I am.”

“But, I’m well known, they’re going to ask questions.” He just shrugged and handed me the invitation with a pen.

“Sign it and mark that you’re going with a guest.”

“You’re not going, I won’t allow it.”

“All you have to say is that I’m a friend from Japan. That’s it. Nothing about me being a pro.”

“BUT YOU HATE THE MEDIA AND THE ATTENTION!”

“I DON’T CARE! NOW SIGN THE DAMN INVITATION!”

“FINE!”

“GOOD!”

“I’M STILL ASKING HIZASHI!”

“I’LL JUST TELL HIM TO SAY NO!”

“NO!”

“STOP BEING A BABY, I’M GOING!”

“UGH!”

I can’t even muster a reason why Aizawa was so dead set on going. But if he insisted it was to pay me back for taking care of him, I guess I could deal with it. Plus the wedding wasn’t until November. He could change his mind by then, or maybe I will end up going with someone else. We couldn’t know. I just hoped that once I was at the wedding it won’t be so dreadful like I’m expecting it to be.

“I could ask All Might,” I said while signing the rsvp.

“Could you just shut up and let me do you this favor? It’s not like I’m cutting off a leg for you, I’m just going to a wedding.”

“Please we both know you would rather do that over going to a wedding,” I said under my breath.

“Let it go!”

“Make me!”

Aizawa and I just stared at each other with wide eyes after realizing what I just said. I can only assume that my cheeks were matching his rosy color right now. I quickly just let out a cough and set the invitation down on the coffee table as I got up, scratching the back of my neck. “I think I’m gonna go to bed. Hehe… I’ll see you in the morning, Aizawa.” I scurried quickly to Aizawa’s office, not wanting to meet his eyes. He seemed to still be processing the situation. Dammit, Mai! How do you just say ‘Make me!’ like that, you know it makes things awkward. UGH!I was so stupid!

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“I’ve tried as hard as I physically can– nothing. I just can’t replicate it.” Nanami let out, frustrated after hours of trying in vain. “Any progress on your end?”

He didn’t meet her gaze, but she could tell by the far-off look in his eyes he wasn’t having much luck either. After running some analysis on their fluid samples from the day before, they found the protein-encased mystery particles from before seemed to be reacting in time with their quirk activation. They surmised it had to be connected to overhaul, but to what end they still weren’t sure. It also wasn’t helpful that whenever they attempted to isolate the particles from the sample fluids, they immediately disintegrated. Nanami felt they were hitting a wall and decided to try something risky. The suggestion had popped into her head an hour or so ago upon reviewing the final footage with Kurono, but hoped they’d figure out an alternative before resorting to testing it out. Sighing, she began, “…I ha—"

“ve an idea.” They spoke simultaneously, though what was a look of apprehension in Nanami’s eyes was one of mischief in Overhaul’s.

Yup, don’t like that.

“Don’t look so worried, we’ll be careful about this, just like last time. I don’t want a repeat of that morning as much as you do.” He said rubbing the back of his head upon remembering how very unpleasant it was cracking his skull and having to anxiously wait by her bedside for days.

“… Fine. But for the record, I do not endorse this, but desperate times…”

“Your apprehension has been noted.” He sighed annoyed, “After you, doctor.”

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They entered the testing arena followed by Kurono, Rappa and Mimic who were hauling in various plastics from the lab. They placed them neatly against the wall as Nanami took stock of the varying kinds and shapes she had to work with. Overhaul stood nearby taking down the room conditions and making markings on the floor while the last of the plastic was brought in. The pile was large, stretching at least six feet tall. Looking back at him, Nanami confirmed, “You sure about this?”

“Are you questioning him?” Mimic screeched as Nanami’s eyes reflexively rolled the second noise came from his mouth.

“Was I talking to yo—"

“Mimic.” Overhaul chided; his expression bored. Mimic scoffed, folding his arms, but remained silent nonetheless as Overhaul continued, “Yes, I am sure. I trust you.” He replied to her question simply.

If a pin had dropped in that moment, the sound would have been deafening as the three Precepts froze, staring in shock at what they’d heard. Nanami shared in their surprise before promptly looking away, feeling his gaze to be a bit too intense at the declaration. It was common knowledge that the only person he truly trusted was himself, and to state otherwise, in front of an audience no less, was no small matter. There wasn’t a hint of the sarcasm in his voice or features at his reply to her, no air of manipulation. It felt sincere and she was confronted with the possibility that the games had ended, and they’d truly stepped into new territory that sent her heart racing.  A simple ‘yes’ would have sufficed. Nanami thought, annoyed at how easily he got a rise out of her, heat rising to her cheeks.

Satisfied with her reaction, he resumed, his gaze still fixed on her, “Now, if you all value your eyes, you’ll leave us to our work. Or did any of you have something to say?”

“Nope, I’m good.” Rappa replied, turning on his heel and out of the room as the rest of them followed suit, Kurono’s face a bit too smug for Nanami’s liking.

Now alone in the room, Nanami spoke, still refusing to make eye contact, “L-let’s just get started.” She knelt down to the pile, examining it for a beat before transforming it into a large span of padding that covered a quarter of the room, the density thickest towards the center. The plastics made great raw materials for make-shift poly-fil, the padding essentially being a giant pillow to soften the impact she anticipated.

He strode over to her, disposing of his gloves, “We’ve tried a myriad of different ways to recreate the blast from the experiment on our lonesome with… depressing results. By the footage we can confirm that the air is what reacted to our quirk. I say we try again, together this time.”

“It’s gonna be pretty hard since I know we’re supposed to get riled up. It’d be kind of contrived to do it the same way as last time, don’t you think?”

“Agreed, but I don’t think that will be necessary. I’d like to try it as though we’re using overhaul normally, without any significant stressors.” He reasoned before motioning to the lines drawn on the floor as guides, “If we adhere to the diagram, we should be able to perform this with minimal risk.”

She chewed the inside of her mouth before acquiescing, “Alright, let’s line up and on the count of three, we’ll give it a shot.”

Nodding the went to their designated markers, both focusing intently on the target placed on the other side of the room. Standing side-by-side, each extended an arm outward, aiming towards the marker a few yards away. Taking a centering breath, Overhaul began, “One… two… three…”

“…”

“…”

“… Okay, now we just look constipated.” Nanami exasperated, frustrated by their lack of progress.

“Be serious.”

“I am. I just don’t know how this is supposed to work. Obviously, air is matter, but it’s… different. I can’t see it…”

“…But we can feel it.” They looked to each other, sharing a eureka moment. Early on in their research, they discovered what seemed to be a heightened sensitivity in their hands which was unsurprising as they were their primary quirk factors ( Nanami also discovered their feet could serve as secondary factors, but the idea of feet in general grossed Overhaul out so the discovery was promptly archived).

Closing her eyes, Nanami focused on her hands, feeling for every whisp of air that caressed her fingertips as she slowly moved them through the air. She was sure it looked like she was having a very boring acid trip, but ultimately the movements worked to help visualize the air particles to the best of her ability. With renewed vigor, she opened her eyes to see her lab partner doing a similar exercise, though his movements were more akin to lazier version of jazz hands. Stifling a giggle at the sight, she cleared her throat to gain his attention, “Ready to try again?”

“On three.” He confirmed, with a nod, his eyes focused on the target in the distance once more. “One… two… thre—"

The second the last syllable ended, a chain of explosions cascaded across the room, obliterating the target in an instant. The blast sent them careening backwards towards the padding on the wall and across the room and Nanami found herself eternally grateful they’d taken the time to reinforce it. Dizzied by the recoil, she hazily peered in the direction of the target, brushing a stray hair from her face. Blinking her vision into focus, it was clear that the target was gone… As well as the wall behind it… And the wall behind that one as well. Rebar and blocks of concrete fell pathetically from the rim of the gaping hole left behind, though the sound was muffled by the ringing in her right ear.

It worked. Nanami thought awestruck at her quirk. She could acknowledge its usefulness in a general sense, but for whatever reason, this moment reminded her of the sublime, and she felt Herculean for the first time in her life. It became easier for her to imagine how this feeling would leave others drunk with power, the possibility for creation and destruction growing more vast by the day, but her resolve remained unwavering. In the same moment that she was in awe of the destruction, there was a marked guilt at the thought of someone being in the way of a blast like that. Her quirk felt like a cruel metaphor for her life; constantly building to mitigate the equally constant destruction, both of which she was responsible for. I…have really got to stop depressing myself like this. She thought, shaking herself out of the mini-existential crisis.

Readjusting herself on the padding where she landed, there was a warmth on her back, then small, rhythmic breathes. She looked to either side of her to see familiar slack-clad legs caging her in. Connecting the dots, her eyes shot wide, realizing she was sitting in her partner’s lap. Trying to ignore a slew of unprofessional thoughts, she turned carefully, a small part of her hoping he’d been knocked out, simply to avoid any embarrassment. Still a bit sore, she steadied herself, absentmindedly putting a hand on his chest, the other pressing against the padding before looking to his face. Much to her chagrin, he was fully conscious. He gazed down at her with an expression she couldn’t read, though it certainly wasn’t blank. Hyperaware of their positioning she attempted to steady her breath before speaking, feeling the familiar tension between them growing more potent. Move! Say something, do something! Literally anything! Instead her breath hitched as he unsubtly glanced down at her lips before returning to her eyes, the fact that he’d made no efforts to change their position now weighing heavily on her. It was becoming too much for Nanami as it became clearer by the moment what the tension would amount to if left unchecked. The scariest part of it all being that she wouldn’t stop him if he decided to act on whatever ideas were dancing behind those eyes. Panicked by her own willingness, she blurted out the first thing that came to mind, an awestruck look still in her eyes as she appreciated seeing him this close.

“That… was a bigass explosion.”

Truly insightful observation, Dr.Watanabe. Just put that as the title of the research paper: The Methodology and Phenomena of Bigass Explosions. She thought, inwardly rolling her eyes at herself.

She could feel his chest jerk at her comment in a stifled chuckle, his face that of disbelief and amusement, “You’re not wrong… Would you care to join me in getting up and surveying the results? This position isn’t ideal, for labwork that is.” He spoke the last part a bit too suggestively and Nanami was convinced her face would be stuck in a permanent state of blush.

“O-oh yeah, of course! Sorry about that,” She stammered, hopping to her feet before instinctively extending her hand to help him up. She almost immediately remembered how silly the gesture was, but before she could withdraw the palm, he grasped it firmly, accepted the lift. She pulled him up, struggling for a beat as he was heavier than he looked, trying her best to hide a look of shock as he held her hand longer than necessary.

As they surveyed the damage from a distance, there was a glint in his eye, that left her equally excited and concerned. They hadn’t realized it yet, but what appeared to be a breakthrough dragged behind it a deluge of questions they might soon regret asking.

I’m currently working on the fifth chapter of Chaos Streaming. This chapter is going to be a Todoroki Family fluff. Rei Todoroki is going to pop in and out of the series. The reason is in my Au I ship Enji Todoroki with Hisashi Midoriya. Of course Enji will support his former wife as much as he can while staying distant as well with her.

Rei is kind of flipped she’s the unstable and abusive one in the Au. Enji is also unstable do to a mental illness to explain his actions. However, I’m not quite sure how to explain Rei’s unstable personality. QAQ

Also I’m so happy I got someone to ship this with me. I’m the only one writing this ship on Ao3 currently. However, there is one other person whose also writing it but I think they are on haitus. Hisashi x Enji needs more shippers

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Title: First Night Back Home

Pairing: Shota Aizawa x Fem!Reader

Summary: You were a pro hero in your own right and longtime girlfriend of UA teacher Shota Aizawa. After a few weeks abroad on your own, you return to your shared apartment late at night. You’ve missed each other, and are looking for some catch up intimacy to make up for that time away.

Notes: This is set in the same AU as my other Shota x Reader fic. Check out the masterlist for more.

Warnings: *contains smut* Nothing over the top, just vaginal intercourse with fluff following after. Mention of reader getting a little excited though thinking about others wanting her as part of that hero fame.

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The new school year at UA had already started. But you’d been out of the country the last few weeks, visiting the United States again from Japan as you did several times a year. It was a ton of work, leading this double life so to speak as a pro hero with dual registration in both countries.

But if you weren’t active a certain amount of weeks a year in the U.S., your hero license there would expire. To be honest, the U.S. was the country you had far more name recognition in currently. Yet, it was also where all your blood family still was. And the thought of letting your license lapse there, and then not even being able to legally lift a finger should a villain attack while you were visiting your siblings or parents one day was something you wouldn’t have been able to live with.

But you’d likely never have a permanent home in the states again either for obvious reasons. Well, one obvious reason at least. As you took this long commercial flight over a darkening Pacific Ocean yet again on your way back to Japan, you only had that man, Shota Aizawa in your mind once more.

He’d have his hands full with his brand new class now of course. You tried to limit your calls and texts to him every year during this time if you happened to be away. He put so much focus into his first year students whenever a new class enrolled. Hopefully he wouldn’t feel compelled to expel/reenroll as many this year though.

Really it was Present Mic you had messaged with back and forth the most these past few days, your coconspirator so to speak when you’d realized you were getting to come home a couple nights earlier than expected this trip.

You and Mic had chatted often, and he was all for keeping this a surprise. Though you’d asked several times as to Shota’s current mood to judge if you’d need to be coming in prepared for an overly grumpy Eraser or not.

All Might himself was also joining the faculty this year as well, and that was all any of the media could talk about. So it’d be hard to quantify the added pressure and distraction that his addition may cause for all the other UA staff. Surely it could rub Shota the wrong way, regardless of your shared respect for All Might’s reputation, if the school became more a circus because of the flashy number one hero.

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By the time your flight had landed and you’d claimed your bags, then caught a taxi from the airport all the way to UA, it was well into the night and far past school hours.

In the morning you’d have to call and see what assignments the Japanese hero agency you were registered with had for you this month. But you split your time between that agency and part time work for the school. So sometimes you’d be on campus and other times not.

When you did reach the faculty apartments at last, you tried to be quiet. Not really sure who was already asleep and who wasn’t as you reached Shota’s door and swiped your keycard.

You weren’t surprised to find the lights already off inside. And of course Pixie, your shared little tuxedo cat with his stubby tail, already purring and trying to weave himself in and out of your ankles as soon as you opened the door.

Of course the cat had heard you coming, but had Shota? That all depended on if he’d already fallen asleep or not. Sneaking up on pro hero Eraser Head on the battlefield may be near impossible. But with the high security at UA naturally providing some sense of safety, and how tired he likely was after a long day admonishing over zealous first years, sometimes you had a chance here.

Just leaving your bags and shoes by the door as you locked it back behind you, you didn’t turn on any lights. You knew the apartment layout by heart of course, and it was actually a little fun to pretend just for a moment that this was only another stealth mission with a very desirable target for you.

As you moved down the hallway barefoot, you were still listening intently. But when you did near the doorway to your bedroom, you heard that tell tale deep breathing in an instant.

Oh yes. He was most definitely out, sleeping like a rock.

And maybe if you hadn’t already been away for weeks, you would have gladly let that poor man get his rest. But some things couldn’t be helped. You’d missed him as always. And if you waited all the way until morning to show him just how much you’d missed him, you likely wouldn’t get the chance at all. He’d be solely focused on his lesson plans for the day by then, and wanting to get to the teacher’s lounge almost as soon as the sun came up no doubt.

And hell, if what you were planning to do really did rob him of any needed sleep, he could always nap a little longer in his sleeping bag tomorrow. Everyone just expected that from him by now anyway.

For Pixie the cat’s part, satisfied that everyone was now home and safe, and realizing you weren’t going to feed him a second dinner this late, he’d sauntered off to go lay on his multilevel fuzzy cat tower.

So that did leave just you and your target as you moved closer to the minimalist bed frame that wasn’t much step above just having a mattress on the floor really. But that’s how Aizawa was. If you hadn’t moved in too, then Pixie’s combination cat bed and tower likely would have remained the only bed in this apartment.

Shota was certainly someone who required very little, or at least rarely considered why added creature comforts would even be necessary.

The plain curtains were almost fully pulled closed over the bedroom windows as well. But the slightest rips in them (Pixie’s handiwork of course) did let in just enough moonlight for you to see Aizawa’s messy black hair splayed out across his pillow. Even loosely tied, it still spread easily.

He was sleeping on top the blankets as well you noticed, too unbothered to have even gotten beneath them apparently. And his chest was still rising and falling steadily as you now removed your clothes to pile them around your ankles on the floor.

On the yearly list of most popular female heroes, you were fairly sure you’d never made anything close to the front page. But with as aggressively as agencies marketed you all these days, you were still certain at least somebody, somewhere had to have a full body poster of you up on their wall right now.

Something in full costume of course, in whatever pose you’d been coached to stand in at the time. Those sessions would never be your favorite part of this job by any means. But on the other hand, you were human too. You were imperfect. And somewhere deep down it’d be a lie to say that that rare thought of being physically desired by strangers didn’t arouse you too sometimes.

That marketing was a double edged sword of course, a pendulum that could easily turn from empowerment to exploitation, regardless of a hero’s gender. But for you, there could be that need to feel wanted, a confidence in your own body validated in those times.

As you kneeled gently onto the mattress, it helped to have that bit of pride here as well. To think to yourself that even after having had you so many times before, that Shota would still want you too. And that you, climbing onto his bed nearly nude in the middle of the night was something others might actually dream of.

You were only in your underwear then as you touched his clothed chest gently, running your hand down to his waistband as you spoke his codename quietly.

“Eraser…” You said, though even now ready to move if he would be startled awake too abruptly. Yet somehow he never had in the past. He always still seemed to know when it was you.

And he did shift slightly, but his eyes didn’t open. He was only missing his boots, scarf, and goggles as you looked him over. “You fell asleep in your clothes again,” You continued gently as you unfastened his belt. Yourself quite well practiced by now actually as you loosened the buckle with one hand.

But when there was no further reaction, you only moved the bottom of his black shirt up just as softly. The lean muscle of his abdomen then exposed as you edged your palm out across his skin and some of the older scars there.

You raised an eyebrow not long after though, yourself finally starting to smirk when you began to massage lower and lower towards his belt line again. There could be no way he was really still this asleep after so much touching. “You’re just going to let me do this all by myself, huh?” You asked tauntingly.

But you waited. And you waited in the silence of the bedroom. So maybe that really was the game he wanted to play then? To see how far you’d get all on your own tonight? Well, you were very adaptable after all. You could accept that challenge, now using both your hands as you unbuttoned and unzipped his pants next.

Yet you were the one to find yourself quite surprised then. Because there was no feel of boxers underneath this time. Just his nudity waiting for you beneath those black pants as you’d pulled the fabric back to expose him.

“I thought this might be more efficient for you,” his low voice spoke up from the dark at last with your realization, just that tiniest trace of dry humor in his tone as your hand had accidentally grazed his member in your surprise. “I knew you wouldn’t want to waste time. But your error was that you forgot about the banking app. It buzzed my phone all afternoon when you were buying things at the airport.”

“Dammit,” You cursed lightly with a defeated smile. He was right, you had completely forgotten that you’d linked your accounts just recently. “Well, I was hungry at the food court. I hadn’t eaten all day.” You countered quietly. “There was a police chase this morning with a guy who could summon insects. It was a mess. And then I had to file all this paperwork after capturing him, oh and I bought you a Nyan cat keychain too at this little kiosk since your old maneki-neko one got broken. And a book for the plane ride for me…”

“Uh huh,” He answered sleepily, already closing his eyes again before he wrapped his arms around you to pull you easily down into laying on top of him.

“Long day for you as well?” You asked almost rhetorically then. You thought mention of the new keychain would at least get a little reaction from him. Though you had no doubt that he’d still end up using it. “Mic told me your new class was something else. Is it really so rough?”

Shota grunted slightly at the question, the stubble of his unshaven face then burying roughly against your neck before he responded. “They’re extremely ill prepared. One student breaks his own bones, ending up in the infirmary every time he overuses his quirk. And another just keeps screaming at him to an obsessive level, trying only to outdo him each training session instead of focusing on the tasks assigned.”

“Wow…sounds like quite the duo.” You answered sympathetically. But there’d be plenty of nights in the coming weeks to talk about the ongoing trials and tribulations of the new class 1-A you were sure. For now, you just wanted to reconnect with yourhero.

And you left nothing up for interpretation there, showing that need as your hand moved back between his legs. “I missed you,” You spoke, just as you started to stroke him gently.

With the way he spread his legs a little to make more room for you though, he clearly wasn’t adverse to this idea. But you felt him relax his head back into his pillow just the same afterward, apparently all too content to let you take the lead.

But even if this type of lazy sex was something others may not have always enjoyed, wanting their partner to come alive and really show their passion for them in the bedroom, you knew there was a time and a place for everything.

He was tired, and even so he’d still somewhat planned this for you. He didn’t leave things in complete silence either as you felt him hardening beneath your hand. “You always say that…and I still wonder why.” He breathed, shifting slightly under your continued stroking.

“Well you shouldn’t wonder any longer. And if you tell me that I can do better than you one more time…” You threatened somewhat tauntingly. If you’d heard it once, you’d heard it countless times. He’d accepted your and his relationship years ago, but it didn’t mean he’d yet ever fully accepted himself or learned to agree with your high value of him.

He thought you were just some sort of anomaly really. This odd girl, who’d become an odd woman who was still wholly loyal to him and desired him for reasons he would never grasp.

But you could list off so many justifications without even trying. You loved his analytical mind, his intelligence and quick wittedness. And his personality, rough around the edges surely, but truly honorable and self sacrificing when it came down to it. He didn’t seek fame or glory, but he’d never hesitated to defend the innocent, even if it could cost him everything.

Yes, his dry humor and intimidating exterior hid much of what was beneath. But he loved his work, he loved his friends, and he loved…you.

You weren’t too surprised either as you felt him raise his head slightly again, even though his eyes were still closed as he kissed you softly. And you did let your lips part, letting him taste you as his hips began to move languidly in tandem with your continued stroking beneath his waist.

He was already ready you knew. And there was no reason for purposefully extended foreplay when he had class in the morning and you were still this jet lagged.

You only broke the kiss to shift around so you could pull his pants the rest of the way off before slipping your underwear off too. Your bra and bikini briefs joined the pile on the floor with the rest of your clothes as you saw his eyes open in a half lidded look to observe you.

You had his attention. Even his expectation too as you felt his fingertips meet your now equally bare hips. He didn’t have to guide you though. You took him in one hand again, positioning his tip against your entrance and rubbing the flesh lightly together there. It was not to tease him, but only to finish getting yourself wet enough before you could settle down around him.

It didn’t take much though. Just a little more play, followed by a little tightness and discomfort before you could fully press yourself onto him. That sense of fullness was rewarding on its own though before you finally began to move against him.

He made an involuntary sound somewhere between a grunt and a sigh as you felt his grip on your hips only tighten.

You liked when he made those noises of course. Gradually working this normally stoic man into a clearly aroused state was something extremely intimate. A side of him just for you as you pumped your hips at variable rhythms now, letting him slide almost fully out at times before burying him in your heat all over again.

And he gave you full control. Yet still watching you as your naked body moved above him, riding him really as his own breathing started to increase.

The heavy look in his eyes wasn’t just from fatigue now. It was a daze of pleasure. He growled your name then, yet almost too quiet to hear over the creaking of the mattress and that tell tale sound that could only come from your bodies hitting harder and harder together.

Maybe there was still something a little improper to it all. You weren’t married, but that was a whole other story. The fear of going public and making either of you just too much of a target for the other’s enemies was one concern. As it was now, besides your own family, only the other UA faculty and just a few of your most trusted coworkers at your Japanese hero agency knew of your relationship and this shared apartment.

Yet the funny thing was, you’d still been together more years than some other heroes’ marriages had even lasted. Maybe one day you’d change your minds to make things official that way on paper, but everything worked so well just as it was now.

His grip on you was growing even harsher after a while though, and you knew he had to be close. You kept thrusting, even as you leaned back down to kiss his neck before speaking lewdly in his ear. “Do you want me to stay on you, baby?”

You’d leave it up to him if he wanted to pull out or not. You were fairly confident in your birth control, but sometimes he still worried, over thinker that he was. Simply adopting the cat had been like an act of congress. As much as he’d always wanted several of the little furballs, he didn’t want to be responsible for any other living thing unless he thought he could do it 100%.

So practical, this man.

“Well?” You breathed, hearing another slight moan from him instead of real answer.

“Stay,” he huffed, hands on your ass now as he held you tight, keeping himself buried in you as his other muscles tightened.

You smirked in pleasure against his neck as you felt that slight jerking, the abrupt pulsing then inside you as he came and his breath hitched harshly.

His seed filled you, only a few remnants escaping to drip back down onto his thighs before he finally relaxed again. But you felt his lips on the side of your face next, then meeting your own lips again as you turned your head to reciprocate.

Yet he still didn’t pull out of you, kissing you fully as he bid you to lay back down onto him. He turned you both then with little effort, now on your sides and him still holding you with one arm, before he reached out and folded the bed’s comforter over you both with his other.

Well, obviously this was then how you would be sleeping tonight, as he broke the kiss and nuzzled his face back into your neck. His hair tie had come out somewhere in the movements and you now reached up enough to smooth your fingers through the thick black strands of his hair.

There was nothing else that really needed to be said. Not that he’d answer anyway as within only a few minutes of stroking his hair, you felt his breathing deepen again.

Eraser was asleep once more. And in within not too much longer, you gladly joined him.

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The next morning

The next thing you knew, something fuzzy and hot was half covering your face as you moved your hand to try and shoo the creature away enough to at least be able to breathe properly. “Pixie, you better have at least wiped your feet this time.” You mumbled to the over affectionate cat as he fully ignored your pleas. The last thing you needed was dirty litter pieces on the pillows again.

But his ears only perked up then at the specific sound of dry food being poured into his metal bowl in the kitchen. And at that he all too happily used your head as a launching pad, the gluttonous little traitor abandoning you in an instant at the promise of breakfast.

Which of course meant that Shota was already well into his own morning routine as you tried to squint at the digital clock near the bedside.

6:14 a.m.

“Guh. Already?” You sighed. You’d have to call your agency shortly. They didn’t even know you were back in town yet.

You tried to pull the comforter back up over your head, if only for a little while longer. But it was wholly futile as you felt a larger weight suddenly press down on the edge of the mattress beside you instead.

“Being lazy?” Came the dry question, even as Shota pulled the comforter back down just as easily. Yourself still fully nude from last night and only looking up at him tiredly then as you lost the protection of the bedspread.

“Not all of us get to pull out a sleeping bag later in the day you know,” You taunted back a little, not missing the brief glance he gave your breasts before he looked back to your eyes.

He was already fully dressed again, scarf and all as he seemed to manifest a full folder of paperwork from thin air abruptly. “When you call your agency this morning, let them know you’re already booked for today.”

“Oh?” You raised an eyebrow, sitting up as he then handed you the folder. You pulled the comforter back up over your chest in the cool apartment, then opening the documents curiously.

It was all reports on individuals and their quirks, their observed strengths and weaknesses to this point. Each file had a name and a photo, just a bunch of kids’ faces staring back at you. “So are these your new goslings, mother goose?” You questioned after a moment, of course enjoying the instant eye twitch you received from Aizawa in return.

“I want you to meet us at the Ground Beta training site at 15:00.” He answered stiffly. “I was going to put this off another week, but as you’re back in town already, I’d like to get this done before you get a full schedule again from your agency.”

“And yet you still haven’t told me the assignment, love.” You answered back. Knowing the UA and their above and beyond methods, there really was no telling of what he’d want from you.

“Hostage and deescalation training.” He answered simply. “Their last exercise was two on two, one villain and one hero team in a scenario where the villains had a bomb. The results were extremely mixed.” He was watching you again as he continued. “And you’re one of the best in the active hero registry with hostage negotiations. I thought you could bring more realism to the exercise given past experience.”

Even when giving you compliments, sometimes he still made it all sound so factual that it wasn’t even flattering. But yes, negotiations when lives were on the line was a specialty of yours, so you couldn’t argue the logic there.

“And am I to be the hostage or the hostage taker?” You asked, though already thinking you knew the answer to that for the fact he’d given you all these kids’ files to analyze.

“Hostage taker. Mic volunteered to be your hostage.”

“I only get one?” You smirked, imagining already oh so many ways this could spin out of control. “You know it’s normally at least three.”

“Everyone else had prior commitments. I checked with other falculty yesterday once I knew you were already at the airport.” Shota contended.

“I see. Well I guess I better study up in between doing laundry today then.”

“I’d recommend it. They’re inexperienced and unorganized, but they get a lucky shot in now and again.”

“Listen to that proud papa.” You teased, but glancing at the clock again. You knew he’d be wanting to leave momentarily. “Maybe you’ll stop back in to see me for lunch? If you’re not taking a nap in the teacher’s lounge anyway.”

He smirked a little at the invitation. “We’ll see.” But he leaned in then to give you a quick kiss goodbye before he stood back up again.

As he walked away, you could see him twirling that Nyan cat keychain you’d bought him on one finger, his other hand in his pocket. He must have had the keychain concealed in his palm this whole time.

“Thank you for the gift.” He said, looking back one more time though before he left the bedroom, that rarer shit-eating grin on his face that you knew meant trouble. “Oh, and All Might will be one of the judges this afternoon as well. So no pressure, fangirl.”

“I am not!” You retorted with all the conviction of an embarrassed teenager. Okay, maybe you secretly were a little…but come on, who hadn’t grown up watching him by this point? He was a big deal.

“Should I tell him about your beach towels with his face on them?” His voice still carried over from the other room.

“My sister gave me those and they’re very tasteful!” You retorted, though trying not to laugh.

“Uh huh. Just be ready this afternoon, kitten.” He taunted, as you heard him unlocking the front door.

“I’ll be there! Bright eyed with bells on, love.” You called back, still amused even as you heard the main apartment door shut back behind him.

After he was gone you then just propped yourself up in the pillows, grabbing the files again as you started to read through them. You’d get up, call your hero agency, start laundry, shower, and make yourself breakfast soon enough.

For now, you had twenty would be heroes to acquaint yourself with. Their quirks were definitely a mixed bag as well: explosion, creation, half-cold/half hot, engine, zero gravity, tail, navel laser, hardening, dark shadow, electrification, acid, anivoice, frog, earphone jack, tape, dupli-arms, sugar rush, invisibility, pop off, and…super power?

Well that last one sounded oddly generic. And that student’s sheet was actually the most sparse of all of them, further catching your attention. Parents typically registered their children’s quirks from very early on. So someone in their teens should have a decent amount of detail already in the national registry for UA to pull into their student record.

“Interesting…” You spoke to yourself, well yourself and Pixie too as he finally rejoined you on the bed. But as you did look further down this student’s otherwise blank page, you were even more intrigued to realize the handwritten note at the very bottom was in Aizawa’s handwriting.

Kitten, this is the one who breaks his own bones. He has no quirk on record before his time at UA. My words of advice, he’s more of an All Might fan than you. And if he starts to name a US city or state as he pulls his fist back, I suggest you move.Good luck this afternoon. -Eraser

There was a little cat version of a sharp toothed smiley face drawn as well as you gave Pixie an odd look. “Your master, Pix. I swear. I think he’s setting me up here. But it should prove to be a memorable evening regardless.”

So much for taking it easy on your first day back. But this was the hero life after all. Never a dull moment.

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More of this pairing to come at some point.Thank you for reading! ❤️

Title: What the Heart Wants

Pairings: Young!Shota Aizawa x GN!Reader

Summary: You were a young hero in training, living in the United States. And when your high school offered an exchange internship to one of the hero agencies in Japan, you were first in line. But the last thing you expected was to fall for another of their young hopefuls.

Notes: Story features the other dumbigos as well. It’s implied that this story is just the reader reminiscing, and that the reader and Aizawa have been in an established relationship ever since.

Warnings: Mention of blood and a little battle damage, otherwise just superpowered teenage friends being pretty wholesome honestly.

My Masterlist

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The first time you’d ever met the now pro hero Eraser Head, he hadn’t been much more than another teenager in over their head so much like yourself.

Back then you hadn’t known how to say no to anything either. While most of your classmates had been taking the typical internship offers from your state’s local hero agencies, you’d heard about a new exchange program abroad. And of course you’d jumped at the opportunity, anything to set yourself even one hair’s edge above the amazing competition.

Your Japanese had been terrible too honestly, so much so that you’d almost been afraid to speak for fear of ridicule once you reached Japan.

Luckily, the hero you were assigned to, Stunner Man was fluent in several languages. And his quirk was something akin to fireworks from his body at will, like a human flash bang. It greatly complimented your own quirk of consuming light energy to then expel it as energy blasts as well.

For the first few jobs together, you’d likely grown too confident and complacent because of this. It was all too easy to replace your own energy by drawing in that light from his fireworks. Sometimes to the point that all around you went dark, before then expelling the energy again as concentrated blasts from your hands to help incapacitate the small time villains you both ran across.

But then had come that rainy night and reports of a much stronger villain taking out actual teams of heroes somewhere downtown. Multiple agencies had responded to this of course, but your hero had been adamant about you staying behind. This was real danger he said, and it would be unheroic to let your desire for success blind you to your own inexperience. You would be a liability in the main battle, and you could be just as valuable assisting firemen and police in their efforts to evacuate the nearby apartment buildings instead.

Of course you were obedient, and so there you’d been, running up the stairs and through the corridors as fire alarms blared and people cried in panic in these high rise buildings. You’d put on your best act of confidence, directing the scared people to exits, asking them to mind their neighbors. You told them not to push, to please help those that were elderly or disabled, and that it would all be all right. Surely it would be because so many pro heroes were now on the job.

But just as you were almost done clearing the last floor at the top of that building, a terrible crash had sounded from far down the hall. Maybe debris breaking through from the nearby battle? You were cautious enough though to make sure that the police and firemen safely exited this floor entirely with the last civilians before you went to investigate.

You would make sure no one was left behind, that no one was hurt or trapped. But as you’d rounded the corner, in a glitter of broken glass and blood, that was where you’d first seen Shota Aizawa…Eraser Head.

He was only a sidekick you thought immediately though just from his age, so similar to your own. Yet he was already trying to get back to his feet even as you called out to him. The hole he’d come through in the large windows and the cracked wall around it were letting the rain now blow fiercely inside.

“Get back!” He’d yelled right back to you in Japanese however. As if he wasn’t losing blood all over the floor as you did pause brief enough to hear an odd humming sound outside even over the rain.

It was reflex of course. He hadn’t even been facing you, but the way he tensed you’d assumed what was going to happen only that fraction of a second before it did. Before whatever villain had just thrown him through this window attacked again, you’d used your energy reserves to make a shield of light between Shota and the broken windows and wall.

The blast that came through the hole had likely been intended to finish the boy. As it was, it still exploded violently against your force field, the recoil sending pain through your arms as you’d dug your boots into the floor beneath you as much as you could just to keep from being knocked backwards with the force.

You wouldn’t be able to take another direct strike like that without gathering more energy. And in the confusion as the blast did dissipate, you ran forward, grabbing the boy by the wrist. “Come on!”

You only saw the surprise in his reddened eyes for just a moment, the first time he’d really looked at you. His shaggy black hair was dripping on you from the rain before you both ran together.

“It’s going to get dark. Just hold on to me and trust me!” You spoke as you pulled your goggles down from off your head to cover your eyes in mid run. The goggles were a support item developed especially for you. In darkness you could switch between night-vision and thermal imaging to allow you to still see when your opponents and even teammates could not. And when you used your light abilities to discharge energy again, the opacity of the lenses darkened instantly to keep you from being blinded by the brightness of your own quirk as well.

As you both ran, you activated your quirk to draw energy from the artificial lighting in the hallway. True to your word, the whole hall became almost pitch black in short time. Your skin darkening to an inhuman shade as well as you used your power, a color akin to the lightless void now around you as you led him to a stairwell in the center of the building.

“Will the villain follow us in?” You asked as you closed the door, but making sure not to absorb all the light of the stairwell as well as you could still hear people making their way down to evacuate below. You knew you couldn’t stay in this place long. You had to protect these people you had already been trying to rescue as well. But information was always crucial to having a better chance at victory, and you needed anything that the boy could tell you quickly now.

As you lifted your goggles back up in the light of the stairwell, you were already trying to assess his wounds as well. But when you realized he was just staring at you, you finally made eye contact with him again just before he spoke.

“He’s more powerful out in the open.” The boy said. “So I don’t think he’ll follow us inside yet. But you’re assuming I’m a hero?” He sounded somewhat surprised? But the way he was looking you over, he was also trying to discern your quirk even in his own confusion.

“You told me to get back when I found you in the hallway, even though you were hurt.” You saw now that most of the blood was coming from his lower abdomen. A puncture wound maybe? “Who else would worry about others even when being attacked themselves?”

You saw his eyes widen a little at the sort of compliment, but you kept on. “And I’m sorry if I’m hard to understand. My name is (Y/N). I’m from the United States. Part of the intern exchange. I’m working for Stunner Man right now.”

“I can understand you.” He admitted. Though still looking at you in that odd way. “My name is Shota Aizawa.” He paused, seeming a little less confident, before he admitted his nickname. “Codename Eraser Head. I’m interning from the UA with His Purple Highness.”

“Oh,” You said, impressed truthfully, as that school’s hero course was obviously world renowned. But from the quizzical look you couldn’t help but show at his codename, he clearly had already discerned your next question.

He answered before you could ask, but even as he did you could tell he was already steeling himself for your disappointment. “I can erase others’ quirks just by looking at them.”

“You can…what?” You stared helplessly, for a moment almost forgetting your training to always be cool and collected as you tried to fathom what on earth this boy could really mean.

But he just stared back at you, was he that surprised at your reaction?

When he said nothing more, you had to shake away your shock to press further. “I’m sorry. This might be the language barrier again, but I need you to explain that to me please.”

Hero work could lead to unexpected team up situations at any time. And if this was to be one of those times, you both needed to know what you would be dealing with.

He frowned slightly, like he was having to talk more about himself than he was comfortable with. But he did comply. “If I activate my quirk while someone is in my direct line of sight, it inactivates theirs. But I can only do it for so long. Once I blink, or the line of sight is broken, their powers will come back.”

Silence hung between you for one long moment after his admission, and you could sense the tangible unease building in him.

You didn’t mean to make him jump either when you just blurted out. “That’s amazing!”

You still didn’t yell, but it was loud enough to be unexpected. But you couldn’t help it. You’d never heard of such a quirk. How could anyone be so powerful to make someone else quirkless just by looking at them!?

And why the hell did he look so self conscious about this? “You can’t be this modest. How are you not believing me that this is amazing!? I bet you only got thrown in here then because the rain obscured your vision, right!?” Your voice was quickening with your excitement. Your strategies to victory also readily multiplying in your brain. You could make a shield of light to push away the rain and Shota could look at the villain to make them helpless, then you could take them out with a subsequent light blast!

“My quirk has no offensive merit.” He deadpanned.

“Not every quirk has to!” You retorted, but maybe yourself now finally starting to understand a hint to his self conscious nature. “There are always multiple ways to win! Don’t they teach you that at UA?”

“We need to get moving,” He grumbled still in resistance to this subject. “People could be being killed out there.”

He wasn’t wrong you knew, as you nodded. “I’m sorry. I was just trying to gather information.” Which fair was fair as you tried to keep your own explanation as straight forward as you could.

“As you saw, my quirk is that I can absorb visible light energy. It doesn’t matter what kind. I darken everything as I absorb the light around me. I can store it inside myself, then discharge it when I’m ready, to make force fields for defense…or light blasts for offense or distraction to blind opponents.” Like everyone though, there was always still a catch as you continued. “But the weakness is that once I’ve discharged what I have, I’m tapped out until I can absorb more light. Which, at night in a rainstorm like this…there’s not much to be had.”

He was mostly stone faced as he listened to you though. But there was an analytic sharpness to his eyes, like you were inputting information into a human calculator before abruptly he tried to walk back away from you as if to continue up the stairs.

“I have a plan then,” He announced quietly, his back already to you again.

As much as you somehow believed him already though, you grabbed his hand before he could get much farther. “And whatever that plan is, we still won’t be much help to anyone if you faint from blood loss.”

It was obvious he was someone not used to being touched, you could tell that from the instant way he stilled and looked back at you.

But you didn’t weaken at the stare, only offering him a slight smile. “I’ve been trained in emergency first aid as well. There are first aid kits all through this stairway.” You’d passed them on the way up. “I’ll be quick, alright?”

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The logical side of him must have won out that night in that stairwell. He’d known you were right about at least stopping his bleeding. But that was the real beginning you thought. This odd relationship that would keep its hold on you both for so many years to come.

Him, still so skinny then and self conscious, quiet and awkward as he’d sat on one of the stairs, holding his shirt up so you could clean and disinfect the wound just above his belt while you kneeled in front of him. Luckily the injury was not as deep as it could have been. Just too wide to close or clot on its own as you’d wrapped his abdomen with the appropriate bandages after cleaning out the debris.

And you kept your word, you still weren’t negligent of your duty as a hero in training even then. You didn’t waste any time at all, being as quick and efficient as you could while working on him. But even if all your training told you to also keep your mind on the mission at hand, you’d still felt that warmth in you.

The intimacy was practical, professional. But it still had its effect as you’d run your fingers across his abdomen to finish securing the bandage. You felt him tremble just for the slightest moment, and then it was over. His shirt was back down and he was standing again.

He’d only muttered a quick “Thank you,” as you’d both headed for the roof to execute his plan.

And still only being teenagers then, the clumsiness of your yelling and waving to attract the villain’s attention again would be something you’d both have been embarrassed about now. But at the time, you’d really both done rather well considering your low experience levels.

That villain of course hadn’t been the only villain that night. The main heroes had had their hands full with the other, stronger one at the heart of downtown. This one had been more like the sidekick really, just trying to keep on the outskirts to run interference and keep even more heroes from joining the fray for his boss.

He’d picked off Shota earlier he thought, so he was easy to get worked up when he realized Aizawa was now back for more.

But that villain had drawn his power from the difference of electrical charges in the air. Obviously then at an even greater advantage over the two of you with the thunderstorm above. But the trick had only been avoiding his electrical blasts, but drawing the light energy from them enough times to eventually surprise him with a big enough blast in return.

There’d been a few miscues of course, as well as you using your shielding to protect Shota all the while trying not to get hit either before you could finally land that big enough return hit to stun the villain. Then Shota binding him up in his scarf like weapon and removing the enemy’s quirk long enough to deliver a decisive knockout kick to the villain’s head.

It was your first ever victory as a team.

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And it’d been a bit of a whirlwind afterward. The congratulations and acknowledgement from your respective heroes for the small, but positive role you had both played of course. But more personally for you, you had owed so much to one of Shota’s best friends you had met immediately in the hustle and bustle afterward.

Oboro Shirakumo, otherwise known as Loud Cloud had been there immediately, ecstatic to hear the story of Shota’s and your success. His extroverted and effervescent personality such a direct opposite to Aizawa’s quiet nature. But Oboro had been the one seemingly so excited to learn you were from the United States as well.

He’d insisted that he, Shota, and their fellow UA student and other best friend, Hizashi Yamada (codename Present Mic) show you the real young hero life in Japan before you would leave again in the coming weeks.

Without Oboro’s intervention, there was likely no way otherwise you would have gotten to see the shy Aizawa so many times again after that night.

As a group the four of you had gone to malls, out to eat, and to see the touristy sights you likely never would have gone to alone. They didn’t even make fun of your bad Japanese, well not seriously anyway. Hizashi did a few times, but in a way that had you laughing with him as he teasingly walked you through a few pronunciations you’d butchered yet again.

On your last night in Japan, you’d been feeling a little sad really though as you’d wished you had gotten to speak to Shota a little more one on one. Even though he’d accompanied you all on your excursions together in those few weeks, you still had noticed how little he really talked and how often he seemed to always be looking away from you.

In the end you just had to think you were being silly for the way you’d felt in the stairwell with him briefly that night and how often you’d thought of him ever since. You’d probably never see him again you knew.

That night though you’d all gone to a park together that met the beach and ocean. Oboro was insistent that you needed to see the view of the sea there before you flew back to the United States the next morning.

Oboro had made one of his clouds, taking just the two of you up high into the air. As Shota and Hizashi still on the ground grew smaller and smaller, you did look away to the horizon and the starlit ocean beyond. It was beautiful of course.

But what Oboro said next, made you forget all about that view entirely.

“He likes you you know. He just doesn’t know what to do about it.” The blue haired boy said as if it was as simple a truth as saying the sun would come up tomorrow.

Your head turned immediately, just to see Oboro smiling at you in an almost conspiring way. “And you feel the same don’t you?” He asked you. “You look at him the same way he looks at you.”

“He doesn’t look at me!” You blurted, stupidly protesting as if your stomach wasn’t already trying to tie itself into a knot.

But Oboro just laughed, that genuine, happy one you’d heard from him so many times already. “Well he knows what to do with his eyes doesn’t he? He has practice. Of course he doesn’t let you catch him staring!”

So many emotions ran through you at once then. Embarrassment at your naivety, sadness that you still had to be leaving the country regardless, shock that this could even be true, and….frustration that you would just be being told now!?

“I’m leaving tomorrow, Oboro. Why would you even tell me this now!?” You asked somewhat desperately, but still keeping your voice down in your escalating panic.

He raised his hands innocently, yet unafraid of you either way. “Hizashi and I have been encouraging him as much as we could to speak up, but Shota is like those stories where an unstoppable force meets an immovable object…but in this story both are Shota!”

You stared, the absurdity only mounting at his words.

He chuckled, looking a little embarrassed then. “He’s quite stubborn is what I mean? And he says it’s pointless because you’ll be thousands of miles away. And I said that’s what phones, email, and video calling are for! Of course conversation is not one of his better skills…”

“Oh, man” You sighed, yet trying to think in your nervousness. “Did he send you to tell me all this? Or does he even know we’re having this conversation right now?”

The boy just shook his head. “He didn’t tell me to, and I didn’t ask his permission, no. He would have only told me not to. But sometimes heroes have to do what heroes have to do, right?” A kind look overtook his face again. “I want to see him smile sometime. He actually has a nice smile you know. I think I’ve seen it all of twice,” Oboro joked.

And it was true, it’s not like Shota was cruel or anything. But he didn’t smile, he didn’t laugh. It was like he was always afraid to perhaps. You weren’t really sure yet. You hadn’t known him long enough. But surely Oboro and Hizashi had. You should at least be able to trust that they had made a correct assessment of their friend’s feelings.

“Well…” You hesitated. “If I told him I wanted to stay in contact…do you think he’d actually call or write me?” You looked at Oboro imploringly, unsure if it would hurt more to try this and be rejected later anyway if you still never heard from him again.

“I can only promise you that we’ll try to keep him from screwing up if it’s only his fear that’s holding him back. We all have to overcome fear in one way or another if we’re going to be pros one day.” He smirked then, before looking a little more boastful. “You know, when Shota, Hizashi, and I graduate, we’re going to start our own hero agency. I’m sure by then if you wanted to come and do some more work in Japan, we could make a space for you too. I’d be a bad manager to turn down foreign talent you know.”

He did seem so sincere, you couldn’t help but smile back at him. “I’ll talk to Shota. But, whatever happens, thank you for trying to help either way.”

Oboro gave an exaggerated thumbs up with, what honestly you were guessing was his best imitation of an All Might type grin. “Of course! Plus Ultra! Always!”

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It was something how quickly Oboro and Hizashi got themselves out of sight, now just you and Shota on the beach together. Yet you suspected they may still be in earshot somewhere in the distance. No doubt painfully curious of how this would go and silently cheering their best friend on.

At first you were afraid that Shota was angry actually, the way he’d visibly bristled, shooting his friends’ quite unhappy stares before they’d left as he fully realized what was about to happen.

But he didn’t ignore you, nor did he look away from you this time as you got closer to hopefully speak a little more privately. “I’m sorry if this is…weird.” You started awkwardly. “But I don’t think you should be too hard on your friends either. It’s obvious they really care about you.”

Your foot was kind of shifting in the sand. Nervousness still flowing freely as you just kept on. “But I’d still like to hear it from you…if you’re wanting to keep in touch. If you want to get to know me better, I’d like that…so…um-” Ah, this would be awful at any time, but stumbling over words you’d only recently learned made it all the worse. “So is it true, Shota? Do you want to keep talking after I’m back home…maybe I can come back again though…I’d like to see you again…I really would.”

He was silent at first, but he was clearly listening. Intently, as if analyzing your every movement, your every word.

But it was painful how long you had to wait for a response. Surely it wasn’t really as long as it felt though before he finally responded. His voice surprisingly even, almost emotionless?

“You’ll be a successful hero if you keep to your studies and training. I find it unlikely that you wouldn’t be able to start at any agency of your choosing in the United States once you graduate.”

A huge compliment to be sure, as you stared at him in surprise. But what did that have to do with the subject at hand? Was he trying to avoid your questioning entirely?

Yet his eyebrows lowered before you could interrupt as he kept on. “So I don’t understand why you would ever want to come back to Japan longterm where your reputation would have to be built back up again just to get equivalent job offers to what you could attain already in the US. The one instance with capturing the villain at that apartment complex isn’t enough for top placement at the agencies here in Japan. Especially without UA accreditation on your record. You would be putting yourself at a disadvantage to be here. It would be a mistake for your career.”

You could swear you almost heard a groan from somewhere in the distance. If you’d put your goggles on now, you were sure you’d probably see Oboro and Hizashi hanging on every word, wherever they were hiding to eavesdrop in the dark.

But your brain was also quite busy trying to digest the most words you’d ever heard from Shota at one time. Was this his excuse to reject you more lightly? To say he was only thinking of your career?

Of course he was under no obligation to feel anything for you. You knew there were certainly those with more powerful or interesting quirks than your own, or people more physically attractive. You weren’t anything amazing in your own mind compared to all the potential superstars you interacted with on a daily basis back home.

Yet if he didn’t feel how you did, you wanted to hear it outright instead of buried in a confusing way like this, and you couldn’t help but admit so then. “So you think I shouldn’t ever want to date you because it could make me spend too much time in Japan and not become as famous as I could have been otherwise? Nice that you assume working at a top tier agency is the only thing I would care about for my future….”

Perhaps you did come across a little harsher than you intended, but the way his normally tired looking eyes suddenly widened in shock had you realizing you had definitely brought some sort of emotion out of him at last with those words.

“You…wanted to…date me?” He uttered the words as if he never would have expected that combination of syllables to ever leave his mouth.

Well, you never would have been so forward if you didn’t feel he forced your hand with that strange insinuation of saying your personal choices should all be tied to a need for future fame and fortune.

You put one hand on your hip, trying not to sound as dumb as he was making you feel in this moment. “Well, not like tomorrow or anything. We’d need to get to know each other some more of course. But yes, I thought about it a lot these last few weeks. But if you didn’t like me like that, then friends is fine. I was hoping that was what we were going to talk about here. If you…liked me like that or not.”

Oh Lord, was this high school like it should be or was this elementary playground kind of drama? You didn’t have enough experience to be any more adult about this. But it was a yes or no type of question wasn’t it? Either he felt some sort of interest and attraction like you did, or he didn’t. You just needed to know.

“I…think you’re talented. And capable.” He said, like it was taking so much just to do this.

It was maddening somehow though. Could he not just say he felt nothing if that was the case? Was he so afraid of hurting your feelings? But honestly, he didn’t seem the type to ever mince words either. “Shota…” You tried. “You know you don’t have to worry about sparing my feelings. All you have to say is that you’re not interested. I’m not some delicate flower.”

Yet, you were starting to feel guilty yourself. Maybe this was all wrong, trying to force him out of his comfort zone too much. You should just take a hint right?

When he still said nothing more, your stomach finally sank as you stepped back from him a little again. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to know the truth, so I didn’t have to worry wondering later. If I’m not your type that’s okay. I appreciate you taking the time to try and talk to me like this.”

Oboro must have been wrong. That was all it could be. His friends had seen something that wasn’t there, and then pushed it this far in a sincere, but misguided attempt to help their friend.

But the let down still hurt. In the span of a short time, Oboro had gotten your hopes up and then they’d crashed down again. You’d been able to admit your feelings to Shota, just for it to end up as one sided.

Or so you thought.

You started to walk away, not wanting to be further embarrassed if the disappointment in your face had really started to show.

But you froze as soon as you felt his shockingly quick hand grab around your wrist. The memory of you doing the same to him in the apartment complex flashed through your mind.

“I didn’t say you weren’t my type…not that I’ve had a type before.” He spoke, but not in his usual even tone as you looked back at him.

And that was likely the very first time you’d ever seen a little bit of fear in his expression. He was still holding your wrist tightly, but it was like he didn’t know what else to say. He didn’t know how to express whatever it was that he was really thinking.

“Eraser really is that bad at this! Just run with it, (Y/N)!” Hizashi’s voice boomed in the distance even if he was only partially using his quirk. The vibration startling you both as Shota immediately shot a death glare in that direction, his hair levitating as he activated his quirk as if trying to lock on to Present Mic even in the dark.

And you couldn’t help it then, slipping your wrist out of Shota’s grip at his distraction, but just as quickly clasping your hand warmly around his own instead as you used your quirk to absorb some of the ambient starlight. It created a dark spot on the beach between the two of you and the others, just enough that Oboro and Hizashi would no longer be able to see. Though Shota would still be able to see you as you chose to take a risk, leaning in enough to kiss his pale cheek.

His hair fell back down at that very personal touch, the red glow also leaving his eyes as he looked back to you.

But you couldn’t read him then. You weren’t sure at all what would happen.

Yet he was still human wasn’t he? Even as stoic and calculating of a person as you’d ever met, he was still human, and still young then with that touch of recklessness you all had deep down.

And when you felt his lips touch yours not long afterward, it was as clumsy as could be expected for teenagers. But you didn’t care at all as you easily returned the kiss.

You knew immediately then that you would be coming back to Japan as soon as you could. Your goal was still to be a pro hero, but it didn’t really matter where.

A true hero’s spirit came from the heart. And if your heart ended up in Japan…who were you to tell it no?

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(End for now. ❤️ I will likely write more of this pairing, but not sure of how soon. Thank you for reading!)

Deku x Fem!Reader 18+

Warnings: rough sex, a tiny bit of angst at the beginning, minor hair pulling, dom/sub, daddy kink, pet names, use of OFA, breaking of furniture, fingering, oral (Female receiving).

enjoy my lovelies~!

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Izuku’s day had been rough. First off, he was late to get to his agency because of some minor villain holding him up, putting him on a goose chase for a supposed bomb. Next, he ended up spilling coffee all over his paperwork, meaning he had to print them all again. Which he then found out he had no printer ink left. The rest of the day was slow till he went to go on patrol, which resulted in him being bombarded by his fans and having another villain get away. He eventually got him, but it was exhausting. Now he was home and he couldn’t get the stupid wifi router to work. It had been buggy for the last few days and he’d been meaning to look into it, but he was so busy he didn’t have time. Now it’s crapped out completely and he could only watch the router blink uselessly. It was minor compared to the other shitty events of today, but it was basically his tipping point.

“Zuzu, come on, let’s just settle down and put in a DVD. We can just relax,” you murmured as you wrapped your arms around him from behind. “There’s one I’ve been wanting to watch since we dug them up.” you chirped as you took his hand and dragged him into the living room. He couldn’t stop the small smile from slipping onto his face, easily following you as you pulled him to the couch and sat him down. He watched in amusement as you fluttered around setting up the old DVD player and one of the many movies the both of you had stored away. He knew you much preferred physical copies than what they had in these futuristic days. He adored the fact that you cherished the machine and took great care of it, so it was still in pristine condition. 

“What are we watching?” he asked curiously as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and tilting his head. 

“I was thinking we could watch an older Disney movie. So I’m putting in Brother Bear.” you giggled as you stood and trotted back over to him. “I hope that’s okay?” you huffed with a pout as you sat beside him. 

“Of course it is.” he snorted before settling into the couch, smiling a bit when you threw a blanket over both of your laps. 

Izuku couldn’t remember when he had stopped paying attention to the movie, but his mind had become quite preoccupied with how bad his day went. He was still fuming despite your easygoing nature calming him, a permanent scowl on his face as he glared blankly at the tv. He was not happy, especially because he knew there was so much to do tomorrow as well. All in all, he was stressed. 

He blinked out of his haze when he felt you crawl up and into his lap, your warm body cozying up against his chest as you sat sideways in his lap. He raised an eyebrow but said nothing as he rested one hand on your thigh, the other playing with the tag of your sweatpants that stuck out against your back. He focused back on the movie for a short while, your presence soothing his mind just enough to bring him back to the here and now. But it wasn’t long before he was back down the rabbit hole. Soft mumbles left him as he lowered his gaze to his hand on your thigh, fingers pausing in their shape tracing as his brows pulled down on his forehead. 

“Zuzu, you’re mumbling again” you giggled as you wiggled in his lap, trying to get closer to him and snuggling into his chest. Izuku doesn’t know what came over him, but the movement made something in him snap. A surprised gasp left you as his hand tangled into the hair at the nape of your neck and pulled, your back arching as he pressed his mouth to your neck, teeth lightly scraping against your skin. 

“Don’t test me, Baby…” he growled against your skin as his hand squeezed your thigh. He purred as a shudder went through you, your legs pressing together as you squirmed a bit. He could feel his cock twitching in interest, his hips shifting under you as he massaged his fingers into your scalp. “I’ve had a very stressful day. Do you really want to play games?” he murmured, feeling your pulse jump under his tongue. 

“I’m…” your voice was slightly strained at the angle he had you at, your eyes half-lidded as your peered hazily at the ceiling. “I’m not trying to play games S-Sir…” you whispered, twitching when his hand slid up your thigh and pressed against the knotted string at your naval. Slowly, he freed the knot and dipped his fingers beneath the band, his lips gently sucking at your neck. 

“Oh? Then why do you keep squirming even though I told you not to?” he hummed, smirking as he felt you struggle to keep your hips still. A desperate little whine left your lips as you tried to lower your chin, the angle making your neck ache. He allowed you to, pulling it gently to make you face him so he could press his lips to yours. He allowed himself to indulge you for a moment before pulling away, his hand releasing your hair as he reached for the remote. You watched as he switched off the movie before yelping when he grabbed you by the hips and hoisted you up. Izuku gently laid you down on the couch and crawled above you, settling between your legs. You whimpered as he pressed his hips to yours, slotting his covered cock against your pussy. Despite the clothes that separated both of you, you each could feel the heat coming off of your sexes, his cock throbbing slightly in the confined space of his pants. He could feel the slight tackiness of your sweats sticking to your pussy. 

“S-Sir please…” you begged softly, hips canting into his to try and get some sort of friction. He pinned them down quickly and leaned over you, his nose brushing against yours as he slid one hand under your (his) shirt, fingers lightly brushing the underside of your breast. 

“I’ve barely even touched you and you’re already so desperate for me. You naughty little Puppy.” he cooed as he kissed along your clavicle, feeling your chest heave with small panting breaths. “What do you want, Baby?” he asked, even though he knew the answer. He wanted to hear you say it. 

“I want you!” you whined out, hands grappling for his shoulders as you arched and tried to grind against him. He moved his hips away just enough so his cock was barely brushing against you, watching in amusement as you pouted up at him. 

“Want me to what?” he hummed, eyes going half-lidded as he slid his hand to brush against the band of your sweats again. 

“I want you to touch me!” you whimpered, fingers digging into his shoulders. He was quiet for a long time as he regarded you before sitting up, watching your hands drop uselessly by your sides. 

“But I am touching you, Baby…” he couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out of him at your look of annoyance. “Use your words and tell me exactly what you want,” he said firmly, eyes darkening as he watched your pupils dilate. 

“I want you to fuck me into this couch. I want to not be able to walk tomorrow. I want to be sore and feel you for days. Damnit, I want to cum on your cock,” you met his eyes with determination, fire lighting within your gaze as your lips formed the word he’s been wanting to hear. “Daddy.” 

“Fuck…” he whispered before he gripped your shirt and ripped it down the middle, freeing your breasts. You squeaked a bit at how easily he ripped the thicker material, his show of strength making your pussy clench. He leaned down over you, pressing you into the cushions as he wrapped his lips around one of your nipples and sucked. You cried out as you tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging on it and making him growl. The vibrations went straight to your pussy, your thighs clenching around his hips as you tried to seek friction once again. One of his hands moved to pinch and tug on your other nipple, the other going down to grip your hip, holding you still. Slowly, oh so slowly, he lowered his hips back to yours, a shiver crawling up your spine as the angle caused his cock to slot right within your slit, the head of it nudging against your clit. 

“Daddy, please… I need more…” you gasped out, tugging on his hair to try and get his attention. He pulled off your nipple with a wet pop, his lips red and slick with spit as he peered at you. He set his free hand on the cushion beside your head, his gaze locking on your face as he slowly grinded himself into you, purring deep in his chest as he watched your eyes roll back into your head. 

“That’s it Babygirl… this cock will be yours to use soon… but Daddy needs to use you right now…” he hummed softly, panting softly as his cock throbbed against you. His fingers hooked into your sweats and tugged them down a bit, smirking as you lifted your hips to help. He backed up slightly and quickly tugged them off, his eyes widening as he saw what lay beneath, or lack thereof. “No panties? Were you hoping for this?” 

“N-No Daddy… I just didn’t have any panties to wear” you lied lazily, knowing he would call your bluff. You had more than enough. He sighed softly before he bent down to kiss you, feeling you melt into him as he slid two fingers into you quite easily. You were already so wet for him, practically leaking all over the couch even though he had just pulled your sweats off. He greedily swallowed down the moan that left you, his tongue pressing past your lips and quickly tangling with yours, easily winning the battle for dominance. Not that you could really fight him considering you were preoccupied with him sliding a third finger into you. 

“Such a good girl for me… Taking my fingers so easily,” he cooed as he crooked his fingers upwards, humming as you shuddered under him as he rubbed against your g-spot. Slowly, he began to trail kisses down your body, pausing to give each nipple a delicate kiss before he stopped at your naval. He peered up at you, smirking and winking at you as he dipped his tongue into your belly button, making you shiver. Slowly he dragged his tongue down to your pubic bone, eyes fluttering as he breathed in your scent. “Fuck you smell so good…. But I know you taste even better” he growled, making you whine as your hips bucked beneath him. 

“Please Daddy…” you whispered, hands sliding down to grip his hair. He tilted his head to kiss your wrist gently before he slid his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue. Using his wet fingers, he spread your legs a little wider and used his thumbs to pull your slit apart, allowing himself to press his mouth further against you. Soft cries and pleas left your lips as he watched you, tongue moving in and out of you slowly, pressing the sweet spots he knew he could reach. His thumb moved up to your clit and rubbed it slowly, humming against you as your thighs clenched around his head, muffling his sense of hearing. He closed his eyes as he pressed his tongue deeper, his nose nudging up under his thumb against your clit. At the muffled sounds of your moans, his hips rocked into the cushions, dick throbbing within his pants, making him hiss.

“Fuck, I can’t wait. I need to be inside you,” he growled as he pulled away. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and sat up, setting your legs around his hips as he worked his pants open. He sighed in relief as he pulled his cock out, not bothering to pull his pants off as he leaned over you. He shifted around before pressing his tip against you, purring softly as you canted your hips to him. “Ready baby?” he asked softly, peering at you through his lashes. 

“Yes…” you purred as you reached for him. He leaned forward, his hands sliding into yours and interlocking your fingers together. He gently pressed them into the cushion beside your head and rested his forehead against yours as he slowly pushed inside you. He watched in awe as you struggled to keep your gaze locked with his, your body tensing at the stretch. He didn’t stop until his pelvis was pressed firmly against yours, moaning deep in his chest as he relished in the feeling of your walls clenching and fluttering around his length. 

“It’s like you’re made for me babygirl… all for me…” he panted softly as he kissed you, lightly grinding into you, his breath hitching as your walls clamped down on him. 

“Please move Daddy, I can’t wait anymore” you whimpered, wrapping your legs around his waist, locking your ankles together. He smirked a bit and sat up slightly, tilting his head as he peered at you, splayed out beneath him. 

“So impatient…” he lightly clicked his tongue, looking down at you with mock disappointment before he slowly pulled out. He waited until only the tip remained inside you before snapping his hips forward, burying himself within you again, causing a loud cry to burst from your lips as your back arched. His gaze darkened in lust as he peered down at you, his hips finding a steady, slow rhythm, his cock dragging out before being shoved back in to hit the deepest spots inside you. Thanks to his quirk, he had gotten quite the growth spurt during his highschool years, and with it, grew his cock. When the two of you first had sex, you were sore for days, no matter how gentle he was with you. It was absolutely delicious. 

“D-Daddy please! I need you to go faster!” you whimpered as you tried to pull your hands from his grasp, wanting to wrap yourself around him and pull him closer. He relented to you and you immediately pulled him against your chest, burying your face in his neck as his calloused hands slid down to rest on your hips, pinning you to the couch. 

“You sure you can handle it Puppy? If I do, I’m not holding back.” he warned, nipping at your jawline as he slowed down even more, practically sitting still inside you. He winced when your teeth dug into his shoulder rather harshly, a low growl rumbling in your throat as you squeezed down on his cock with your velvety walls. 

“I don’t want you to hold back, I need you to fuck me,” you snapped, all patience leaving you, nothing but need and annoyance remaining. He smirked lightly against your skin and wrestled himself out of your grasp, sitting up and pulling your ass onto his thighs so you were angled upwards a bit for him. You stared at him in wonder as he tilted his head, the light hitting him just right to make him look ethereal. He couldn’t say anything less about you either. To him, you were glowing, your body covered in a thin layer of sweat, your chest heaving with each panting breath, your thighs twitching against his hips and he rocked into you. 

“My, my, Little Puppy, don’t you know you’re not allowed to order me around?” he clicked his tongue gently as he shook his head before he adjusted himself on the couch, leaning over you and pressing your legs towards your chest, effectively trapping you in half beneath him. He slid your calves over his shoulders to make the stretch easier on you before he reached forward and rested his hands on the armrest, his legs spreading wider to give himself more leverage. Your breath caught in your throat when red veins travelled across his body before the tell tale green lightning danced across his skin as his eyes glowed brightly. 

“I-Izuku…?” you asked a bit nervously, eyes widening as his hips pressed harder against you, pushing himself deeper. 

“Isn’t this what you wanted Baby?” he murmured, his hips pulling back before snapping forward again. This time, he didn’t stop. His hips slammed repeatedly into yours, the couch creaking beneath your bodies as he fucked you into the cushions, his brows furrowed in concentration. With the added help of One For All, he was able to thrust faster and harder than he ever has before, but not enough to hurt you. In fact, your mind was going blank. Your body jostled and jolted under him as you struggled to keep up, hips jerking sloppily to try and match his pace. When his cock head hit a spot inside you that had stars exploding across your vision, you gave up trying to reciprocate. You let him manhandle you how he wanted, you let him take what he needed, you let him use your pussy to let out all the built up frustration from today. Because in your eyes, he needed this more than anything. Being the number one hero had its toll, and sometimes, raw, angry fucking is exactly what one needs. Even sweet, gentle, kind, sexy Izuku Midoriya. 

The sound of splintering wood caught your attention and you hazily tilted your head back to see that the armrest was starting to come loose from under his grip, the structure rocking back and forth with his thrusts. Before you could warn him, it gave way beneath his hands, causing him to yelp as he toppled over you, crushing you further into the couch. Thank god you were flexible. But even then, always considerate of you, he took your legs off his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist, wrapping his own arms around you and cradling you into his chest as he buried his face in your neck. The both of you clung to each other as he somehow got faster and harder. 

“F-Fuck, getting close baby…” he panted against your ear. You could only nod and whimper against his shoulder as you dragged your nails down his back, the knot within your stomach tightening at his words. 

“I-I–” before you could even warn him that you were close as well, your orgasm hit you out of nowhere. White painted across your vision as your body tensed with a cry, pleasure surging through you as you came. Izuku’s hips stuttered against yours as your walls clamped down on him in rhythmic pulses, slick gushing around his cock and dribbling down onto the cushions. He hissed softly as your teeth bit into his shoulder, your body trembling as he chased his own orgasm. With a couple more well placed thrusts, he had you slipping into a second orgasm as his own took hold, lightning crackling around his body as he spilled deep inside you. Your second orgasm wasn’t as strong but still left you breathless, hips jerking weakly against him as he slowed down. OFA fizzled out from his body as he sagged against you, exhausted but pleased. Before he crushed you fully under his weight, he twisted around so you lay on his chest, cradled in his warm arms. After a few minutes of catching your breath and basking in the afterglow of sex, he finally spoke.

“You alright? I didn’t hurt you did I?” he asked, rubbing your sides gently to soothe what he knew was aching. 

“No, I’m okay. No telling of what comes tomorrow though” you snorted as you rested your chin on his chest to peer at him. He chuckled softly and gently brushed a sweaty strand of hair from your forehead, tucking it behind your ear. “That bad of a day, huh?” you asked with a snicker. He laughed gently before tugging you up his chest. 

“Yes, now come here so I can pamper you after putting up with my ass” he snorted before gently pressing his lips to yours. You purred softly against him and melted into the kiss, relishing in his taste before you finally pulled back to breathe. 

“For the record, it’s a very sexy ass.” he barked out a laugh, tilting his head back against the couch as he hugged you a little tighter. You laid in each other’s arms for a while before you huffed and glared at what once was an armrest. “You owe me a new couch.”

A super long 100% filthy smut. 5263 words of it. 

WARNINGS: daddy dom, face fucking, cockwarming, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, blindfolds, shibari, anal sex, Dabi’s 11″ dick, Collars/leashes, face fucking, a tiny bit of fire play, oral sex, sex toys, vaginal sex, female reader, 

e]Enjoy my lovelies!

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“That’s a good girl… Don’t move”

You peered up at him quietly, tears streaming down your cheeks as you gasped slightly around his cock. You weren’t allowed to move, so you stay there like a good girl, right between his legs, his hard cock resting on your tongue and down your throat. The piercings massaged your throat, hot from the heat of your breath. You’re not even sure how you managed to take all of him without choking and gagging, considering how big he is. Your jaw was sore, it was hard to breathe, and your throat felt raw, but you wouldn’t ask for anything else.

“You take me so well… All 11 inches…” A deep rumbling moan left his lips as his cock twitched on your tongue, making you choke and sputter, coughing slightly around him. You shifted a bit, spreading your legs a little wider and whimpering as the rope shifted against your clit. He lightly clicked his tongue against his teeth and shook his head. “Didn’t I say not to move Little Mouse? We’ve barely even started and you’re already misbehaving” Dabi’s free hand slid to the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair and gently pushing you further down his cock as he tugged on the leash attached to your collar. “Do I need to make those ropes tighter?” Your heart skipped a beat within your chest, hips jerking forward slightly as you tried to shake your head.

The ropes were already pretty tight around your body, circling your breasts, going down your navel and sliding between your legs, right against your clit. Your arms were bound behind your back, pretty little knots decorating your skin between your shoulders and across your chest. His Shibari work was beautiful, and you’d hate to mess it up.

You winced slightly when he gave a rough thrust up into your mouth, tugging harshly on the leash.

“Look at me.”

Slowly, your eyes travelled up his body, meeting his cool gaze with your own wrecked one.

“You’re my good girl aren’t you?” He asked, his deep voice softening as he tilted his head. “Doing as I say, taking what I give you so easily. You’re my perfect little slut,” with his hand in your hair, he pulled you off his cock, watching as you gasped and panted, taking in the sweet oxygen he’s gifted you.

“Please Daddy… I’m your good girl…” You whispered, voice rough from the torment it was put through in the last hour.

“You are, you’ve kept my cock nice and warm in your mouth for an hour with no complaint. I think it’s time we get to the fun stuff now” he chuckled deeply and sat up, tugging you towards him to press his lips against your swollen ones. You moaned softly into the kiss as he forced his tongue past your lips, tasting himself within your mouth. He grunted softly as he easily lifted you off the ground and placed you on the couch, laying you back. He broke the kiss after a moment and crawled over top of you, resting his thighs on either side of your head and reaching around you to release your arms.  

“Daddy?”

“What’s the rule again baby?”

“If I need you to slow down, tap your thigh twice, if I need you to stop, tap four times” you recited obediently, placing your hands on his thighs.

“Good girl” he hummed before taking his cock in his hand. Immediately, your gaze dropped down to watch him slowly stroke it, the piercings moving under his touch, glinting slightly in the low light. You licked your lips before meeting his gaze again and parting them, lightly sticking your tongue out to flick against his tip, tasting the precum that beaded out. He hissed softly and pressed his hand into the armrest, guiding his cock back within the heat of your mouth. Your eyelids drooped over your vision, a haze washing over you as your breath was slowly cut off. The new position made your collar feel tighter around your neck, allowing you to feel when he slid past it. He groaned deeply, his eyes fluttering as he grit his teeth, swearing under his breath.

By the time his cock was fully within your mouth, a pleasant dizziness had washed over you once again, your tongue rubbing against the Jacob’s ladder. He gave you a moment to prepare before he pulled back out just enough for two piercings to slip free, before pushing back in. He did this a couple of times, allowing you to adjust.

“Ready baby?” He asked gently as he moved both hands to the armrest, leaning his weight onto them as he shifted his hips into a better angle. You nodded against him and let your eyes slip closed, moving your arms further around his thighs for support as you brace yourself. He waited for a second or two before pulling back out nearly all the way, only to thrust his hips roughly against your face. He repeated this over and over, gradually picking up the pace and force of his thrusts until the sound of his balls slapping against your chin echoed in the living room. Rough grunts and moans slipped past his lips with each thrust, his hips snapping forward against you as you held on for dear life. Your brows pinched together as you concentrated on taking in enough air to keep you conscious, using your tongue to rub along the vein that ran along the underside of his cock. He shifted his hips a bit to angle himself to press deeper into your throat, moaning softly at the sight of your lips wrapped around him. “Such a beautiful sight” he purred. You whimpered softly and gripped tighter onto his legs, your own hips jerking against the couch as you tried to get some sort of friction.

A light slap against your cheek made you freeze, your wide eyes shooting up towards his, flinching at the dangerous look in his eyes.

“None of that now Little Mouse. You know better than to try and do things without my permission,” he growled, his hand moving to grip your hair tightly. He tugged on it roughly, making you choke on him as he pressed himself fully down your throat, holding himself there and cutting off your air. He made sure to keep your gaze on his, watching as it slowly went unfocused, his cock twitching within your throat. Black clouded the edges of your vision, your lungs screaming at you as you went still beneath him. Worry clawed at your mind and you slowly raised your finger to tap out, but he pulled back just in time. Air flooded your lungs as you gasped it in greedily, euphoria washing over you as you couldn’t help but cum from the feeling. Dabi watched you in shock and awe as you trembled under him, cheeks dark red as your pussy throbbed and dribbled with slick.

“D-Daddy….” you whined, burying your face in his thigh. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to” he hummed softly as he stroked your hair, gently rocking his hips so his spit-covered cock could rub lazily against your cheek.

“It’s alright Babygirl… I’m surprised you came from that alone” he hummed thoughtfully before crawling off of you. You whimpered at the loss of his heat on you, but let him go nonetheless. “But I’m still gonna have to punish you.” you tensed up and bit your lip, hissing softly when he took the rope still running between your labia and pulled it tighter, twitching as it rubbed and pressed on your sensitive clit. He crawled between your legs and slowly untied the rest of the ropes from your body, your cheeks burning bright red when you saw how absolutely ruined the rope was from where it was resting against your pussy. “Such a messy girl” he chuckled, crawling over top of you and pressing the rope against your lips. “Open.” your lips parted, tongue darting out to taste yourself on the silken rope, humming softly as he pressed it into your mouth, tying it behind your head so it stayed put. He used the remainder of the rope to tie your hands above your head, holding them in place for a second as he pressed his lips to the rope between your lips for a second. “Be a good girl and keep these here. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy” you tried to say, but your voice was garbled from the rope. He chuckled softly as he started to kiss his way down your body, pausing at your breasts to give each nipple a playful suck. You whimpered softly at the feeling, whining as he continued his way down. You gasped and arched your back off the couch when his hand lit up blue against your naval. The slight burning feeling that came with it made your legs squeeze around his waist, your skin prickling with goosebumps.

“Try to stay still Mousy, I don’t want to hurt you” he warned gently as he traced his fire-lit fingers along your skin. He didn’t touch you though, letting you feel the heat from them and sensing the danger that he possessed. You struggled to quell the shivers that ran through you, hips canting towards him when his hand moved over your pubic bone. A shaky breath left you, shifting as a line of slick mixed drool slipped from the corner of your mouth. You tensed when his fingers pressed against your clit, the fire disappearing as he lightly rubbed it, watching you intently. He teased you for a few seconds before gripping both your legs and pulling them apart, spreading you wide as he pressed his mouth into your pussy. His staples scraped against your inner thighs, but the pain added to the pleasure he was pulling from your pussy. His tongue worked against your inner walls as his nose pressed against your clit, his hot breath fanning out and cooling the wet heat drenching your inner thighs. He grunted softly as he pressed his tongue deeper, piercing rubbing all the right spots within you. You couldn’t stop yourself as your hands shot down and gripped into his messy hair. He quickly pulled away, making you whine in disapproval. It then clicked in your mind what he had told you so you tried to pull your hands back, but he had caught your wrists, holding them in place. “You just don’t want to listen today, do you? Such a bad girl” he said, mock disappointment in his voice. You tensed up as he sat up fully, pulling your legs over his thighs, spreading you out around him. He shifted his hips so you could feel his tip brushing against your entrance, teasing you with its heat.

“Please Daddy I’m sorry!” you gasped out around the rope, trying to pull him closer with your legs. He dug his nails into your legs, forcing you to stop as he glared down at you.

“You keep saying you’re sorry, but I don’t think you mean it. So I’m going to make sure you do,” he said with finality before throwing you off him and standing up. “Get to the bedroom. I want you there, presenting for me and showing me you can be a good girl. You have eight minutes” he stated firmly as he untied you completely. You didn’t hesitate to take off towards the bedroom, taking the leash off your collar and climbing onto the bed. You reached into the drawer and grabbed the lube and your plug, kneeling over the bed. You poured some lube onto your fingers and reached back to work your back entrance open, whimpering softly as you added a second finger and then a third. When the uncomfortable feeling passed and turned into pleasure, you reluctantly pulled your fingers out and grabbed the plug. You coated it with the lube and pushed it slowly inside you. The plug itself was slightly wider than your three fingers, making you pant as it settled within you, your muscles clenching down on it. You could feel a line of slick dripping from your pussy, connecting you to the sheets. You revelled in the feeling of being filled so deliciously before you shifted around, ass in the air with the pretty blue jewel facing the doorway. You waited quietly, hugging the pillow under your head, clenching lazily on the plug to try and get some sort of pleasure from it.

“Such a pretty sight you are,” Dabi purred as he walked into the room, pausing to lean against the doorway to just admire you.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer” you sassed without thinking. You tensed in the silence that followed, biting your lip as you felt him come closer to you. You gasped and jerked in surprise when he slapped your left ass cheek, the sting making you whimper and rock back to try and chase his touch as he rubbed over the mark.

“There, now it’s picture-perfect” he cooed as he grabbed his phone from the bedside table, walking around you to take the picture. He hummed softly as he crawled onto the bed behind you, pressing his hips against your ass and slotting his dick between your cheeks. He gripped your right ass cheek as he took a couple more pictures. When he was satisfied, he tossed his phone off to the side and leaned over you, rocking his hips against yours as he pressed his chest against your back. “You really are stunning my beautiful babygirl” he purred, kissing and licking along your neck. You shivered at the feeling, tilting your head to give him more access as you gripped the sheets. You squeaked slightly when his hand moved between the both of you, tugging on the plug and slowly working it in and out of you. A long, drawn-out moan slipped past your lips as you pressed back against him, trembling at the feeling. You gripped tighter at the sheets, rocking back into him needily as he fucked you with the plug, feeling his cock twitching against the back of your thigh.

“Daddy please, I need you…” you whispered out, peering at him over your shoulder. He reached under you and pressed his fingers to your clit, rubbing it lazily as he nuzzled his nose against your cheek.

“I know baby, I know. And I’ll give you what you need soon, but I have to punish you for misbehaving. What kind of Daddy would I be if I didn’t stick to my word?” he hummed, gently nibbling at your earlobe. You protested as his warmth left you completely as he moved to the edge of the bed, leaning back and patting his thigh. “Come on, you know what I want” he murmured, peering at you over his shoulder. Slowly, you crawled over the top of his lap and laid down, resting your hips on his one thigh and your thighs on his other, leaving your ass right in between them, lifted to give him access to do whatever he pleased. He lightly traced the handprint he left on you, making your pussy throb and tingle, his cock twitching against your belly. “What do you say Little Mouse?” he hummed, fingers brushing against the plug.

“Please Daddy, I’ll count for you” you murmured, burying your face in the blankets. “How many?” you asked after a moment.

“We’ll only do ten. Think you can handle that?” he asked, slipping his fingers between your thighs and lightly sliding them into you. You moaned and pressed back against him, whining when he pulled them back out.

“Y-yes Daddy, I can do that” you whispered, shifting a bit against him before settling down again. The first hit was unexpected, making you yelp and hide your face between your hands, your hips pressing against his thigh. “O-one..” you whispered as you slowly relaxed again. He rubbed at the mark soothingly, humming softly before he spanked the exact same spot, much harder this time. “AH! Two!” you cried out.

“You make such beautiful noises” he cooed, rocking his hips so his cock rubbed against your belly, letting you feel his precum sliding wetly along your skin. The next hit was on your other ass cheek, just as hard as the previous.

“Three….” you moaned out, tears prickling at your lashline from the stinging feeling. He kept his gaze on you as he gave you two more in quick succession. “Five…” you gasped out, feeling a pressure building in your lower abdomen. You could feel your inner walls quivering with need as each spank sent the plug shifting inside you. “D-Daddy wait, I’m gonna-” his hand smacking against the bottom of your ass where it connected with your thigh cut you off, a high pitched keen taking over your words as your back arched. You dropped back against the bed, panting softly as you shivered, pressing your thighs together tightly.

“Don’t forget to count for me baby, we’re so close, I don’t want to have to start all over… do you?” he asked, pushing the plug deeper inside you.

“N-no please, six! We’re on six” you whimpered, clenching around the plug.

“Now I know how much this is affecting you, but I also know you’re my good girl and you won’t cum without my permission. If you do, I’ll just have to punish you all over again,” he explained as he kissed between your shoulders.

“Yes Daddy, please continue, I’ll be good” you braced yourself against him again, biting into the blanket as you struggled to keep your orgasm at bay. The next hit sent the tears to fall down your cheeks your eyes rolling back into your head as pain mixed with pleasure. “Eight…” you whispered before freezing.

“Eight? Oh no no Little Mouse, you’re ahead of yourself” he said with a wicked grin, “we’re only on seven, now I have to start all over.”

“No Daddy please no! Please don’t start again, I’m sorry! Please, I can’t take it anymore, I need you so bad, I need you to fuck me! I need to cum! Please!” you sobbed out, your hips rocking mercilessly against his legs as you struggled. He held you down against him so you didn’t fall, listening to you intently before he leaned and gently brought his hand around your neck, making you stop as he pressed his thumb into the sensitive spot right below your ear.

“Shhh, it’s okay, since you begged so prettily for me and asked so nicely, I’ll give you mercy. Daddy’s not ready to fuck your beautiful pussy yet but I do know how to please you in a better way. On your knees baby,” he purred, rubbing his thumb along the spot. He let you settle down for a moment before releasing you, letting you crawl back onto the bed and show off your red ass. He got up off the bed and moved towards the bedside table, grabbing a condom and some fuzzy handcuffs. “Since I can’t trust you to keep your hands where I want them, I’ll keep them there with these,” he said as he took your hands and pulled them above your head. He took the handcuffs and cuffed you to the headboard, his hands sliding down your arms and down your body before resting on your hips. “What do you need baby?”

“I need you… I need you to let me cum on your cock..” you whispered, hiccupping softly as you spread your legs a little wider, arching your back.

“Alright baby, You can cum on my cock, but only when I tell you to, okay?” he hummed as he grabbed the condom and slid it on. You frowned a bit in confusion before your eyes widened as he carefully removed the plug. “I’m going to fuck your ass.”

“Yes Daddy, I’m yours. My body is yours to use” you moaned, relaxing as you waited for him to lube himself up. He shuffled forward until his knees gently bumped against yours, spreading you a little wider as he lined himself up with your ass. He gripped your hips with one hand and slowly began to push inside you, making you moan as he stretched you out. Your eyes fluttered shut as you buried your head into the pillow, hissing softly as each piercing, although muffled by the condom, slipped within you. He didn’t stop until his hips were flush with your ass, groaning deeply as he laid down along your back, pressing his face into your shoulder.

“Your ass is so fucking tight” he growled out, shifting around slightly as he let you adjust. “But you take me so well…” you could feel every twitch his cock gave, your own hips pressing back against his in need as you panted softly.

“Please move Daddy” you begged softly, peering at him over your shoulder. A smirk slid across his face as he sat up again, gripping your hips tightly as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in. The slow drag of his cock against your sensitive walls made you keen, shudders wracking your body as your clit throbbed desperately. He kept his movements slow and steady against you, watching as you unravelled under him. You tugged at the cuffs slightly as you rocked back against him, groaning deep in your chest as you felt him push deeper into you. The angle allowed you to feel him deep inside you, an imprint raising the skin of your stomach. Your mouth dropped open as he gave a particularly rough thrust, slowly picking up the pace.

“Let me hear you Little Mouse, let the neighbours know who you belong to” he growled as he set a steady but hard rhythm, not going too fast to hurt you, but hard enough to shake you up. He angled his hips to hit those sweet spots he found within you long ago, making you see stars as you panted and cried out for him. You grunted when he fell against you, crushing you beneath him as he fucked into you faster, growling deeply in your ear. He bit into your shoulder as he brought one hand up to slide his fingers between your lips and press down on your tongue. You didn’t hesitate to suckle on them, making them nice and wet, tasting yourself on them. You could feel your pussy just leaking with slick, the only stimulation you got being from his balls slapping against it with each pump of his hips. With his fingers pressing down on your tongue, you weren’t able to swallow, so drool was spilling over onto his hand, wetting his skin and the sheets. You whimpered softly as he gasped and bit into your shoulder, his hips stuttering against yours. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum” he panted out, canines digging painfully into your skin. He slid his free hand down to your clit and rubbed at it frantically, angling his hips so his dick battered that one sweet spot he knew would make you squirt. A tight, coiling sensation quickly formed in your lower belly, making you whine and squirm against him, your legs shaking as you tried to quell the feeling.

“Daddy no… I’ll make a mess” you whined out. You always hated the feeling that led up to you squirting, not liking how it felt similar to having to pee. You held back desperately, but he gave you no room to get away, crowding you against the bed as he worked himself faster into you.

“Cum.” with that simple command you were a goner. White flashed across your vision as ecstasy took hold of your body, a cry leaving your lips as you came under him. The sheets beneath you grew wet as you squirted, soaking both your legs and his, the cool air quickly making you shiver. A strangled moan left him as your squeezing walls pulled him into his own orgasm, his hips slamming against yours and stopping as he spilled into the condom. You trembled under him as you rested your head on your arms, panting heavily as he shifted against you, lazily rocking his hips. Slowly, he lifted himself off of you and carefully pulled out, slipping the condom off and tossing it into the trash. You were shocked to find him still hard. He grinned wickedly as he watched you, reaching and uncuffing you. He flipped you around and pulled you against him, pressing his cock against your belly, letting you feel just how hot his skin was.

“Daddy?” you asked curiously, gripping onto his shoulders.

“I told you I wasn’t ready to fuck your pussy yet, but now I am.” he purred before pulling you into a heated kiss. He pressed you back onto the bed, hovering over you and wrapping your legs around his waist. “But first…” you blinked in confusion as he pulled away and reached into the ever loved drawer of toys, pulling something out and setting it between you. You tried to sit up to see what it was, but he pinned you down, tilting his head. “You trust me?”

“Always,” you said without hesitation. His eyes softened at that and he couldn’t help but set a sweet kiss against your lips, bringing one of the items up. A blindfold. You tilted your head curiously but lifted your head nonetheless, allowing him to tie it around you. You bit your lip as darkness took over your vision, a shiver coursing through your body as his hands slowly trailed their way back down your body, gently spreading your legs a little wider. He set something against your clit then, making you tilt your head as you tried to figure out what it was.

A cry left you as the thing started vibrating, your back arching off the bed as your legs tried to close around the toy. He moved so you wouldn’t be able to, gently moving the toy around in small circles, clicking it to its highest setting. Unbeknownst to you, he was watching you with complete and utter awe. The way your cheeks were dusted red, your lips were swollen and spit-soaked from the amount of loving torture they got today, your nipples peaked atop your supple mounds, and let’s not mention how beautiful your pussy looked clenching down on nothing. He knew how needy you were to have his cock buried within you, but he wanted to drag one more orgasm out of you. To feel your body fall apart beneath him, to have you cry out his name and only his name. He wanted to completely devour all that you could give him. Like hell he would let anyone take that away from him.

It wasn’t long before you began to beg and babble with your need to cum, but you wanted to be a good girl, you wanted to wait for him to tell you to let go. Your body couldn’t seem to decide if it wanted to get away from the toy or move harder into it, hips rocking back and forth against him. He shifted against you in return and pressed close, his cock lightly brushing against your entrance.

“Cum baby, let go” he cooed softly. He couldn’t even get his words out before you were falling into the white abyss of pleasure, your back arching off the bed and pressing into him. He didn’t wait a moment before shoving himself deep inside you, groaning as it prolonged your orgasm. A high pitched wail left you as you scrabbled for purchase blindly, trying to grab hold of something to ground you, afraid you would float away. He gripped your hands and tangled his fingers with yours as he set a brutal place, pinning your arms beside your head. The force of his thrusts caused the blindfold to shift around on your face, allowing you to watch him from the bottom of it. His gaze locked onto yours and he used his teeth to peel the rest of the blindfold off before pulling you into a messy kiss, his hips snapping harder against yours. With the added texture of his piercings along his cock, it wasn’t long until you were flying toward another orgasm, hips canting up towards him to get him deeper inside you.

“Fuck, Dabi, I’m gonna cum again” you whimpered, squeezing his hands tightly. He released your hands and wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you up so you sat in his lap. You quickly wrapped your arms and legs around him, pressing as close as possible as he helped you bounce on his cock, his hips snapping up against yours.

“I know Babygirl, I am too” he panted against your lips before breaking the kiss, burying his face in your neck and suckling dark marks into your skin. Your head dropped back and you let your moans ring out into the room, sobbing his name and moaning obscenities. With the angle the two of you were at, his pubic bone was rubbing deliciously against your clit, quickly tossing you into the abyss once more. Your body tensed up against his as you came, squeezing down on his cock and trying to milk it for everything he could give you. “Shit! C-Cumming!” he gasped out, his pace faltering and becoming sloppy.

“P-Please cum inside!” you gasped out, clinging to him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuckfu–” he let out yet another strangled moan and he yanked you fully against him, pressing himself as deep as he could go as he came. You shivered at the feeling of his hot cum spilling deep inside you, filling you up and leaking around his cock to mess up both of your thighs. He bit harshly into your shoulder, breaking the skin there and making you wince. His body shook and twitched against you as his breath came out in tiny little gasps, rope after rope of cum filling your belly. He panted heavily as he slowly calmed down, cock throbbing and twitching as he shifted within you. “Fuck baby… you did so well” he whispered as he slowly laid the two of you back down, settling his weight on top of you.

“Thank you Daddy” you giggled breathlessly as you stroked his hair. He licked at the wound on your neck, rubbing your sides and thighs soothingly.

“Are you hurt?” he asked worriedly. “I know you like it rough but sometimes I get carried away” he hummed, blue eyes dancing with adoration.

“I’m okay, just gonna be a bit sore in the morning,”  you said truthfully, kissing along his face and stroking his cheeks, tracing his scars lovingly.

“It is morning,” he teased, glancing at the clock, which read 2:14 am. You rolled your eyes and smacked his shoulder, causing him to chuckle softly as he reached over and grabbed the blanket, draping it over the both of you.

“Love you Daddy” you cooed.

“Go to sleep Little Mouse” came his muffled voice as he nestled his face into your breasts. “And I love you too.” You giggled and continued to stroke his hair, staring out the window quietly for a while.

“Hey Dabi?” you asked, only for silence to follow. You blinked curiously and peered down at him, smiling fondly at his sleeping face. You shifted a bit under him, hissing quietly at how sensitive you were still wrapped around his cock.

“How the fuck are you still hard?”

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Just posted Chap. 3 of Need To Know

Good Boy | Bakugo x Fem!Reader

Anon Request: “Ok but… imagine a sub bakugo fucking himself with a vibe, moaning ur name n shit, and then you walk in and decide to help him? Sucking his dick a bit maybe? pegging him afterwards w/ lots of praise and then the next morning everyone sees the hickeys on his neck and wonder where tf he got them from and ur just sitting there like ☕sipping some coffee n shit.”

Pairing:Katsuki Bakugo x Fem!Dom!Reader

Summary:Bakugo and You just haven’t been spending a lot of time together recently and he’s feeling a little pent up. Good news is, you arrive home in time to help him!

Warnings:NSFW!Fem!Dom!Reader and Sub!Bakugo. Pegging. Oral Sex and Marking. Both the Reader and Bakugo are consenting adults. Everything is fully consensual.

18+ ONLY!! Minors Do Not Interact.

A/N:I think I’m going to hell for this one.

Word Count: 2 054

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Bakugo is alone.

He hunches over on the bed, sheets messy, and he groans. In his hands, he’s slowly slipping a dildo in and out of his ass. Soft sure strokes as he moans into his pillow. Soft gasps as he searches for the place he knows will get him off. He spreads his legs a little more and desperately tries to fuck himself harder. He angles it slightly and it rubs against his sweet spot. He shudders.

“Fuck”, he gasps out as he tries to hit it again, but harder. “Fuck”

It’s not enough and his mind drifts to an image of you. You’re smirking down on him, with the eyes of a predator. But with you, it’s always Heaven and Hell colliding. Your hands that are always soft, that slip and slide over his own softer sensitive places. He can picture you now, running your hands down his ass. Grasping at his cheeks and pulling them apart. He can picture your pretty face when you fuck him, hovering over him, and leaning down for another heated kiss. He can even picture that pretty face, eyes gone hard as you edge him to an inch of his life,

He hardens even more and he reaches for his dick with his other hand. He strokes himself. God, he wishes you were here. He doesn’t care how you fuck him but rather that you do it. Do it now. Break him in and turn him stupid. Like a begging whore.

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Hero work is always really hard. Today you chased a Villain through town while they tried to burn it down. They broke about everything in sight, and the damage was horrendous. After the whole ordeal the head of your agency decided that you could take the rest of the day off. You were about to decline as you’re relatively uninjured when you remembered that you haven’t had some proper alone time with your boyfriend. When was the last time you and Bakugo actually sat down together and enjoyed yourselves. Fuck, when was the last time you slept together. Instead, you accepted gratefully and headed home.

You slip through the front door of your apartment on silent feet. You reach for the light switch but pause. The home is eerily still but as you listen closely, you hear soft, sweet moans coming from the bedroom. You stop entirely in your tracks. You quietly shut the door, hoping that your lover doesn’t hear it and drop your things at your feet.

Bakugo may be a lot of things, but he’s no cheater. Your only guess is that someone has been snooping through your new toys without you. That baby pink box was supposed to be a surprise but you guess the horny bastard couldn’t help himself.

You step into the doorway of your shared bedroom and low and behold, your dirty little whore is sitting with his pretty little ass in the air, head buried in a pillow and a dildo is shoved up his ass as he desperately grinds against it. He softly groans into the pillow beneath him. He lifts his head and a frustrated whimper escapes his pink lips.

You decide to take action. You walk into the room, no longer softening your feet and announce your presence.

“Hello baby, what do you think you’re doing?”

His gaze snaps towards you. Although, instead of the usual sharp eyes he presents to the world, the look he sends you is miles away from the real world. His gaze is entirely glazed over with pleasure. You step up to him and grab his chin, forcing him to make eye contact with you. With your firm grasp his cheeks puff up and a bit of drool leaves his mouth. His eyes lift to meet yours.

“Are you having some trouble?”

Despite his miserable state he somehow manages to focus on you, your grip on his chin becomes gentle and he reveals a smirk when you bend down a little to reach his height. You run a finger over his bottom lip, tracing his smirk and he bites it gently. You remove your hand.

Brat.

“No trouble at all, but I could use some company.”

You reach down and grab hold of his cock. You give it a little squeeze. He hisses and releases the dildo. As he hisses, you capture his lips with yours. They’re soft and warm. Oh, how you’ve missed them. He gasps and turns away from you. “Baby, please”

“What?”, you ask as you slide a finger over his slit, smearing it in precum. This man is always so wet for you. He whines as you place a kiss on his neck.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.”

You hum, “Have I not been giving you enough attention recently?”

He shakes his head, “No… no.. I need you. Fuck, You’re such a tease!” He grits his teeth and sharply inhales. You nibble his earlobe and say, “Me? I’m the tease? You’re the one who greeted me with a dildo shoved up your ass.”

He huffs out a laugh, “Can’t argue with that. Maybe you should just give me the attention I need.”

“Only good boys get attention.”

You can tell he’s getting close to his release. His hips are shaking and his gasps are getting louder. You release his cock and climb onto the bed behind him.

“You want to be a good boy for me, right? Good boys get lots of attention.”

You flip him onto his back and you spread his legs. He keens at your touch as you run your hands down his thighs, stopping before it reaches his dick before slowly running your nails back up to his knees. He whines and squirms beneath you.

Crack! Your hand connects with his thigh leaving the skin red and raw. He stops.

“I told you to be a good boy.”

Bakugo says nothing, he only throws you a desperate glance as he attempts to keep still. You lower your head. His poor neglected dick looks painfully erect. You stick your tongue out and give the tip a little taste. Bakugo inhales sharply. He doesn’t move though. Good Boy.

As a reward, the hands grasping at his thighs to keep them open relax their hold slightly. You take the tip into your mouth and suck gently. Your right hand abandons its current position and you begin to run your nails up and down his thigh. Just a ghost of a touch. Just to make him beg.

“Ah!”Bakugo cries. He trembles beneath you as you take more of him and go fully down. Your tongue swirls around his length. “Baby Please, please, please.”

You look up and his eyes are locked onto you. He’s gasping and panting. His hands are buried into the sheets. Every now and again his back arches sharply off the bed and he elicits even more crude and erotic cries.

You sit up and inspect your handy work. Bakugo’s eyes have completely succumbed to the haze. He softly gasps out cries, begging for release. His dick is so painfully hard. It drips with precum despite the fact that your mouth was just on it.

“Get on your knees”

He nods before twisting himself around. On his knees, he knows his place so well. Ass is high in the air and his head sits pretty on the pillow. You could just devour him whole. He’s practically laying himself out like a platter. You reach into the side draw for your strap and lube. Bakugo grabs the pillow in anticipation.

He breathes deeply and squirms slightly. You pour a generous amount of lube onto your finger and begin to rub his entrance. He whines and pushes his hips back. You slap his ass in warning.

“Good Boys stay still or are you just that much of a whore. Look at you,” you say as you slip one finger in easily, “you’re so ready for me, I barely need to prepare you.”

You slip in another with barely any resistance and begin to scissor him open. Pumping your fingers in and out making sure he’s properly stretched. You lean forward and bite his beautiful ass. He jerks his head up in surprise and cries out. His knuckles turn white with the death grip he currently has on these sheets. You decide that he’s had enough and line up your dildo with his entrances. You run a hand over his ass and spread his cheeks as you press against the entrance.

You run your hands up to his hips and grasp them gently.

He opens up around the dildo and you slide in and immediately aim for that sweet spot. You must’ve hit it because he immediately arches his back.

“Ahh, God, Fuck Me!”

He shakes for a second before collapsing on the bed. “Hmmmm, You came just from me entering you?”

You glance down at his pathetic state to see that his face is entirely red. You smirk, “Surely, my good boy isn’t finished yet.”

You move your hips back and slam back into him. He throws his head back and moans. His mouth barely closes as you repeatedly slam into him. He barely has time to breathe as he keens and falls apart beneath you.

“Good Boy”

Bakugo pushes back into you and mindlessly grinds his hips. He chases his second release desperately. You fuck into him like the dirty bitch you know he is. You flip him onto his nack and lean over him as you grind your hips harder. You place a kiss on his lips but he’s so out of it that he is unable to kiss you back, just continues to groan. You attack his neck. You suck on the skin of his jaw and listen to him fall apart.

Suddenly, his back arches sharply as he finishes a second time. He breathes heavily as he comes down from his high. His eyes flutter close.

He manages a lazy smile and says, “I’ve missed you.”

You chuckle and place a kiss onto his forehead before disappearing to get some towels. When you come back to the room he’s already fast asleep but manage to clean him up as best as you can before climbing in next to him.

You wrap the new blanket around the both of you and he stirs next to you. Upon seeing you, he leans over and wraps you in his arms and places a chaste kiss on your lips.

“I promise in the morning, it’ll be you who can’t leave this bed.”

You hum at him before sending a teasing smile, “Let’s see if you’ll even be able to get up tomorrow.”

He scowls mockingly at you before dragging you even closer and burying his head into your neck.

“We’ll see”, he mumbles

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“Hey Bro, how you been?!”, Kirishima exclaims as he waltzes through the front door.

You roll your eyes, giving him a spare key was a dumb idea on Bakugo’s part but best friends will be best friends. You grab an extra mug and pour him some tea as well from the pot you brewed earlier. The aroma is quite refreshing, quite fitting for your mood this morning.

Bakugo sits on the couch leaning on the arm rest, he scowls slightly at his friend.

“You could’ve called first”, he mutters out as he finally turns to meet Kirishima’s gaze.

“Well, I was gonna but- HOLY SHIT DUDE!! What happened to your neck?!?! How Hard did that Villain Fucking hit you?? My God!”

You bite back a smile as you watch Bakugo flush red. The bruise is quite big though, perhaps you should’ve been a little nicer to him. Bakugo throws you a scathing look before he turns to Kirishima who has now dropped himself in front of the couch to inspect the bruise. He looks worried about it but you think he should be more worried at Bakugos rising anger.

“Kirishima”, he says with an annoyed look, “I’m taking your key away.”

Bakugo makes eye contact with you but you simply smile back at him and take a sip from your tea. You send him a little wink. Kirishima, who watched the little exchange, finally flushes red as he jumps to his feet. It’s about time he realizes what it is. You send them both an innocent smile before turning back to your work.

Pairing: Keigo Takami x Reader

Summary: Keigo’s life is plagued by traumatic events. Life is constantly throwing cruelties his way and in the dead of night, it is this that plagues his dreams and turns them into nightmares. You have become one of the last bits of life in his life. Treasure him well.

Warnings:None. FLUFF and Hurt Comfort Fic. 

Word Count: 1 304

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The night air is surprisingly warm during this time of year. The smell of spice permeates the air, no doubt seeping off the individual dozing silently besides you. Hawks, surprisingly, does not sleep with all of his feathers clustered together on his back or perhaps he simply shrugs them off every night to give you some space on the bed. It has been two months since Hawks began crashing at your place. Despite your initial reluctance with having a hero barging into your space every week, you have actually grown rather fond of him.

Originally when he first pleaded to stay in your house, you argued that he should sleep on the couch.

“But shouldn’t a guest take the bed?” he asserted

“Yes”, you, shot back, “when they’re invited.”

Like hell were you about to let him barge into your house uninvited to sleep in your bed while you took the couch.

But the Villain attack had been brutal on him so eventually you agreed to let him sleep in the bed with you. Of course, you had conditions, to which he agreed to. Your bed was a double bed, so he took one side while you took another and a “great wall of pillows” would keep the peace between you two. In the morning when you woke up, the wall of pillows was gone but so was he. He didn’t say anything else about it and neither did you until he asked to stay again.

With a little bit of persistent prodding and teasing you agreed to let him stay and since then he’s worn you down to the point where you actually went out and bought extra toiletries for him. Whether you like it or not, the sly hero has weaseled his way into your heart. One thing always bothers you though. Despite having a night where you’re perfectly comfortable in each other’s company, Hawks is always gone by morning. Perhaps Hero work just starts early?

However, today when Hawks showed up at your door, you didn’t offer the usual snarky remark about how he’s secretly a hobo and he didn’t offer any back. He walked in with the fakest smile you had ever seen him possess in your presence. He’s trying to act natural, you thought to yourself when he made a passing joke about the toiletries. You had simply joked back that you would eventually start buying him clothes too.

But in that moment, the smile he sent you didn’t hold any usual teasing. They were soft and yet at the same time held a deep rooted sadness. He chuckled before disappearing into the bathroom.

When it was time to go to bed, Hawks asked you if the pillows were still necessary. He gently thumbed the corner of the pillow sitting between you, in a manner that made you feel as though he secretly wished to rip it to shreds. 

Stubbornly, you refused. The pillow was necessary for so many things like a peaceful night of sleep. Without it, you would be too awake, too aware of him, too terrified that you would wake up encircled in his arms and enjoying it.

You climb into bed with the pillows in position and whisper a soft goodnight. After a pause he whispers it back. You lay awake until his breathing becomes shallow and even. Till the tell tale sounds of sleep are the only noises in the room. You reach out a hand and gently grab the pillow but do not move it. Perhaps you should? This is the first time he has ever asked for its removal. He’s acting weird and his headspace is probably all wrong right now. But why does he want the pillows gone? What difference is it really going to make? Your thoughts lead you nowhere and eventually you roll over and let sleep wash over you.

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Harsh, short gasping breaths. The smell of sweat filters through the air.

“Wait.”

A gasping whisper slides into the air. Repeating itself over and over again along with strings of incoherent words stumbling over one another. Desperate pleas and gasps of breaths.

“Please…no… Dabi…don’t want…not… help me…Y/n…”, he mutters out. The last word rousing you out of your sleep. Drowsily you try to make sense of the situation. Over the pillow Hawks, shivers in place. His trembling shakes the bed slightly and you desperately try to wake yourself up. To make a decision. To do something.

He gasps out a sharp breath of air before shooting up. His breathing begins to slow down as he drinks in his surroundings, slowly relaxing. You remain still, terrified to spook him any more. As he calms, he seems to realize something and he turns to look at you. His face is ashen white, even in the dark only illuminated by pale moonlight, you can see his blanched face. He takes note of your state and looks away.

“Sorry”, he whispers. His voice is so gentle. Could it be that he is terrified of scaring you any more? He does not look at you. He doesn’t even move for a long moment but you can tell that he is simply trying to pull himself together. You don’t need a hearing quirk to be able to tell how he’s trying to conceal his ragged breaths.

Slowly, ever so gently, he turns and begins to crawl out of bed. 

“I’ll go”, his voice cracks.

In your drowsy state you lunge forward and grip onto his wrist.  He stills beneath your hand and looks at you bewildered. You tug him back into bed and he follows like a sick dog on a lead. You grab the pillow between you with your other hand, not once letting go of his wrist, and chuck it across the room. The pillows were dumb anyway.

“The pillow”, he protests.

“Fuck the pillow", you mutter, “Come here.”

Hawks falls into the bed easily. His wrist is ice cold and his breathing is still somewhat uneven. Although he is no longer gasping for breath, the light tremors you feel from him tell you enough about his current composure. Whatever that nightmare was about it is enough to severely shake this hero apart.

Although he climbs back into bed, he still maintains a distance and doesn’t move any closer. But he’s still terrified. Still not okay and so you tug him closer. He hesitates for a moment. He looks you in your eyes, still frosted from sleep, and doesn’t move. You sit up a bit more and reach your hand to let it rest on his cheek.

“Hawks”, you whisper, “it’s okay.”

Your hand slides past his cheek cups the back of his head. With as much gentleness as you can muster, you pull him towards you and tuck him into your side. Chin resting on his head as he caves and curls into your soft embrace. His light scent of spice fills your nose as you listen quietly to him. Although sleep hangs above you like a burden, you force yourself to remain awake and listen to the sounds of his breath. His breathing slows down, little by little. His arms wrapped around your body begin to relax. Your fingers thread through his hair savouring the feel of his sun kissed locks.

“Hawks, in the morning, please stay”, you whisper into his hair.

For a long moment, you believe that he has fallen asleep. He says nothing, simply breathes deeply into your neck.

“Okay, we’ll stay together”

“Mhm”

“Don’t leave me.”

“I won’t.”

In your dazed and sleepless state, you place a kiss on his forehead hoping to comfort him. To convey how much you care. To let him know that even though he always disappears in the morning, you won’t. 

 “Go to sleep, I’m not going anywhere.”

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A/N:New Drinking game. Take a shot every time I use the word “pillow”.

@jinxqsu

Pairing:Bakugo x Reader

Warnings:None, this is a Fluff fic. The reader is also gender neutral. Bakugo is aged up though, they are no longer U.A. Students. A Reader who doesn’t take shit.

Summary: Bakugo is getting incredibly Jealous as a certain someone continues to eye you up. Unable to control his Jealousy he drags you away and to a corner to ravage you.

Word Count: 1 396

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The crowds are dense as you move through the thick mass of bodies. Soft apologies being thrown as you bump into, what feels like, a million people. Right now, You and your boyfriend, Bakugo, are currently half jogging down the pavement. You’re on your way to the very first Hero convention being held by U.A and you’re bursting with excitement. Bakugo’s excitement is simmering beneath the surface, he has a scowl on his face but you know him well enough to know he’s excited to see All Might, after leaving U.A.. The paths are completely packed by strangers and students alike. U.A. is buzzing with life.

However, Your excitable pace matched with the bustling crowd makes it hard for Bakugo to keep up. He’s trailing behind you at a jagged pace as you dart through the crowd.

“Oi, wait a second”, he shouts at you.

You glance over your shoulder at Bakugo who has fallen a little too far behind. You nibble on your bottom lip, feeling a bit guilty. You are well aware that perhaps you are moving a bit too fast but there’s a hero you really want to see. They’re your Idol. But some idiot decided to put their section on the complete opposite side of campus.

Right now, Bakugo’s speed just isn’t cutting it.

As Bakugo catches up, you decide move to the side, where it’s quieter. You walk along the brick wall and notice as Bakugo’s mood continues to sour. Is it because you’re moving too fast?  Does he not want to see your idol? A wave of anxiety and annoyance hits you all at once, unsure of what to make of the situation. Your excitement dies a little. You don’t want to deal with boyfriend issues.

Your footsteps begin to slow. You turn to watch Bakugo, however, to your surprise, he’s not paying attention to you. His line of sight is directed elsewhere. You look to where he’s currently death glaring and make eye-contact with Monoma. His blonde hair has been combed to the side. His grey eyes light up slightly as he smiles at you. He waves.

You smile and raise your hand in greeting. However before you wave, Bakugo suddenly appears behind you. One hand laces into your raised one, other hand landing landing on your hip. Monoma stops dead in his tracks as Bakugo drags you away, and rounds a corner, shoving you into an alleyway. He pushes you against the wall, trapping you between his strong arms. He leans in. His breaths are ragged. He smells musky, but the faint smell of burning sugar lets you know he’s activated his quirk. His jealousy has him practically frothing before you. He’s so close you can feel his short breaths fanning against your lips. Sparks are literally flying.

And he’s diving forward. Two lips meeting. His presence engulfs you. You’re drowning in his sweet taste. Bakugo pushes you flat against your back. He’s pinning you against the wall, you’re stuck, flush against him. He’s hot. Very hot. Your lips are dancing against each other as he devours you. Your tongues fight each other for dominance, but Bakugo’s anger has you caving into him. You let him take the lead as he completely dominates the space between you.

He pulls away, but stays close. He places a kiss on your forehead before moving to rest his head on your shoulder. He takes his arms off the wall and wraps them around your waist.

Suddenly, the angry chihuahua has receded into himself. Too embarrassed to look at you while you desperately try to catch your breath. You bring your arms up to hug him.

“Babe, what are you doing?” you ask, breathlessly. Bakugo, is normally not one for any sort of PDA, sometimes, he won’t even hold your hand. You’ve become rather accustomed to it seeing as Lord Explosion Murder melts into your hands when alone at home. Never in a million years would you expect him to drag you away during an incredibly busy convention to kiss you silly in a barely hidden corner.

Bakugo’s head is currently buried into your shoulder. Upon hearing your question he turns his head and places a shy peck to your neck.

He mumbles, “I’m sorry, I got jealous.”

Jealous? He’s Jealous? 

“Of Monoma?”, you ask aloud. 

Bakugo’s head immediately shoots up, as if in sudden denial. His red eyes are bursting with rage.

“That Extra was beingway too cocky, eyeing you up like that!”

“He waved”

“AND HE WAVED!!”

“That’s really not what I meant”, you say.

“Is it such a big deal? Monoma and I are just friends”, you ask.

“Is he aware that you’re just friends!?”

Feeling your anger suddenly flare, you blurt out, “I’m not seeing the issue Bakugou. Can I not have male friends? What if I’m also into girls too? Should I now delete Momo’s number?”

Bakugo looks like he’s about to spit fire. His mouth opens to protest but no words come out. He huffs. He looks to the sky. He better not be asking for patience, as far as you’re concerned, you haven’t done anything wrong. You’re the one who should be asking for patience. It’s not like you told Monoma that you were single with an open bedroom door. You barely had the chance to wave at him.

“No”, he says reluctantly, “No, you’re right. I think I might’ve blown up a bit. But that extra is always eyeing you. It’s not that I don’t trust you, Love. It’s more that I don’t like looking at his sleazy face sending you looks as if he has a chance.”

You laugh. Bakugo’s anger has risen significantly, his scowl is baring teeth. But God Damn you, if he’s not the most adorable you’ve ever seen him. Despite his rising anger you can see he’s really trying his best to calm down and remain calm. It’s not really working. You imagine that Monoma’s head is currently roasting on a spit in his head. Your chuckles begin to subside at his confused expression. His face is the picture of innocence. 

You reach forward to grab him, pulling him into a hug. His hard body presses against your own. Despite Bakugo’s initial confusion he wraps his arms around you anyway. You couldn’t believe that he would go so far because he’s jealous. Bakugo isn’t exactly reserved but he is often reluctant to show affection. Most people are still unaware you’re even dating. He prefers to remain in his own world.

“Babe”, you say, “It’s okay to be jealous. I know I would probably bury anybody who thought they could flirt with you, but maybe next time, just tell me. I would rather you tell me, instead of going ape shit.”

You lean up and place your lips on his. This kiss is softer, it lacks the original aggression and desperation but it still feels heated. Possibly, everything that has anything to do with Bakugo, will always feel heated. This man sets the world on fire, and you wouldn’t want it any other way. 

You pull away and move to the entrance of the alleyway. There you have a clear view of Monoma who looks over. He glares at Bakugo and looks at you with a look that simply says, “I’ll kill him if you want,”

You shake your head. Men are so hormonal. Instead you turn back to Bakugo and place your hand on his cheek, rising onto your tippy toes, you peck his lips. You make sure Monoma has a clear view.

Bakugo’s face completely whitens at your bold public display of affection. His surprise reflects on Monomas face as well. Good, that solves that problem.

You reach for Bakugo’s hand and begin to drag him away. His face is still white. His expression is still hollow. His brain is probably still processing. It’s hard to believe that this is the man who was so bold not even 5 minutes ago.

“Eh?”

You giggle up at him. Adorable.

“You know, Babe”, You say, “Maybe you wouldn’t be so jealous if you kept up with me.”

With both hands entwined you break into a sprint. Bakugo’s face finally cracks a smile as he runs beside you.

“Now we’re late!”, You shout.

“I’ll make it up to you Later!” He laughs Back.

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x Fem!Reader

Summary: You are currently undercover at U.A High School as Aizawa’s teaching assistant. One day on a field trip with Class 1A the League of Villains shows up and you now have to pretend that you’re definitely not in love with the leader.
Of Course, Maybe you took it a tad too far.>-<

Warnings: None, Fluff. Slight bit of Angst but otherwise it’s just a pouty Shigaraki..

Word Count: 2 057

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“Shigaraki is dead ahead moving into the back alley. Y/n, I need you to cut them off,” Aizawa’s voice echoes in your ear. “I’ll handle Kurogiri.”

Your feet continuously pound against the stone floor. You pass several run down buildings as you sprint down the deserted streets. The League of Villains recently attacked an old hospital currently experimenting on quirk enhancement. Seeing as the U.A. students were conveniently nearby, the Saturday school trip has turned into yet another effort to finally get a hold of Tomura Shigaraki, head of the League of Villains. Because God forbid, we actually do something normal for a change.

As Aizawa’s newest teaching assistant, that he reluctantly agreed to, you were now careening around corners on foot to catch up to him and cut him off from behind while Aizawa took chase from the front. So far, you just wish you had stayed home.

As you make your way around the final corner you run into the man himself. His cotton blue hair billowing behind him, his cloak flapping around in the wind. His trademark hands are currently in place blocking your view of his handsome face.

“Hello Villain”, you say.

He says nothing in response, simply tilting his head at you.

“I’ve been ordered to stop you here”, despite not being able to see his face you can tell by his body language, he isn’t pleased with the idea. “Why don’t we have some fun.”

“Let’s not”

You quickly slip the knife waiting in your belt into your right hand. Using your quirk you block off all the exits except for the one in the direction of Aizawa. You lunge forward and swipe your knife at him but he jumps backwards in time to avoid the edge. You swipe again, he dodges again, and like this you proceed to dance around another with jabs and slashes. Despite his size and lowered visibility, he is able to move rather smoothly.

Again, you decide to emit your quirk to land a blow on him which he narrowly avoids. However this time, as he dodges away he latches all five fingers onto a column supporting a nearby building. His quirk manifests at an alarming rate and eats away at the majority of the column before swiftly shifting over to eat away at the bricks and chipping paint of the building itself.

“Wait! NO!” You lunge forward intent on stopping him, knife discarded. The area didn’t have any time to be evacuated, therefore, many people were still residing in the houses. If the building collapsed, it could definitely take a life or two.

Surprised by your sudden cry, he jumps away from the wall. Between the fingers, you can see his eyes have widened considerably. Before you had any time to say or do anything that could potentially explain the sudden outburst, you hear Aizawa’s voice shouting from behind.

“Y/n, get him now!”

Right. Remain focused.

You turn back to the task at hand only to freeze. Rushing towards you at an alarming rate was Shigaraki, hand outstretched, aimed at your face. On pure and absolute instinct, you drop down into a crouch before swinging your left leg around to connect with the corner of his knee. The blow lands with a sickening crunch and he immediately drops like a sack of potatoes as you roll out of the way. Adrenaline thrumming through your veins as you roll onto your feet again, turning to face Shigaraki. He’s lying on his side, hand fallen beside him and face in full view. Shigaraki’s face twists in pain as he lets out a strangled cry. However, this time,  Kurogiri sits beside him and without wasting time, the two disappear. 

“Dammit!” Aizawa says as he rocks up beside you. “Nice job though, that will definitely throw a wrench in their plans.”

You look up at Aizawa, confusion written all over your face.

He chuckles softly, “Nice job on breaking his leg, it’ll give the heroes a chance to breathe and track them down.” Aizawa begins to walk away and motions for you to follow so that you can meet up with the students. However you remain frozen in place as realisation begins to set in. Guilt immediately floods over you. You broke Shiggy’s leg. You gave him a clean break to HIS LEG. You wander after Aizawa in a daze. Meeting up with the students feels like a nightmare as each one compliments you on a job well done. It doesn’t feel like a good job. You plaster on a realistic smile as you pretend to revel in the glory. It’s an incredibly strange feeling to be praised for doing something you really didn’t want to do.

You’re never going to hear the end of this.

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Three agonising days pass before you’re allowed off campus. You send in a request with Principle Nezu and he allows you to stay off campus on Friday night for your ‘Mom’s birthday’. Aizawa gives you papers to mark and sends you off with a pat on the head and a request to remain safe. 

“I doubt Shigaraki’s allies will be too pleased with you, stay out of the spotlight.”

You gave him your thanks before leaving campus. Now you stand in front of a rundown warehouse, cake in hand, mentally preparing yourself for the shit you’re about to get into. God can only prepare you for the amount of petty, pouty rage, Shiggy’s about to send your way. You move forward and slowly open the door. It swings open on its hinges anyway, screaming into the open space. On the musty couch sits Dabi and Toga watching some god awful American drama.

Dabi looks up and with a teasing smile and proclaims, “Would you look at that. It’s the hero.”

“Shut up, Dabi”

“Oh, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n”, he tuts. “I feel like maybe you should be a little nicer, especially with the mood he’s in right now.”

“Don’t you think I know that”, you hiss back, holding up the cake tin.

“You think Cake is going to fix this?”

You pause before softly mumbling a tired ‘maybe’. Dabi bursts out laughing while you throw a venomous look at him.

“Oooohh, no need to be like that, or are you going to break my leg now too– ow!” He shouts out, rubbing his head. Toga raises her arm again, TV remote in hand. A warning written all over her face. 

“He’s in the back Y/n”, she says. She offers a smile, hand still raised. “Don’t worry too much about it.”

You thank her and send Dabi another mean look as you duck around the corner, striding towards the back room. As you reach the door you release a breath before entering.

Shigaraki sits on the couch, head in his hand as he watches the news. Surprisingly enough he’s staring intently at the sports channel. He’s avoiding you, you realise. You walk in on soft feet to stand in front of the couch. You place the cake on the coffee table. You decide to be straightforward and address the elephant in the room.

“Hey Baby, how’s the leg”, you say gently.

“Hi Darling,” he starts off, “It’s fine.”

Darling, he says. That one’s new.

“Are you mad?” you whisper. He finally meets your eyes. Crimson eyes burning with heat.

“Why would I be mad? It’s not like you broke my leg”, he says, gravelly.

“Baby, I promise you, it wasn’t on purpose. You caught me off guard. I barely even knew what I was doing, it was all on instinct”, You start off desperately. “I swear, it will never happen again. Aizawa just caught me off guard.”

His eyes fixate on you. He’s studying you thoroughly, doubt swirling in his eyes. His calm face remind you of someone in mourning. He leans forward, hands interlace, elbows resting on his knees. He doesn’t look at you again. Instead, he stares into the spot above the TV. Ideas turning behind red eyes. You feel your heart drop. Does he no longer trust you? Is this the end of the relationship? You’ve always known Shiggy’s trust was difficult to earn but you never thought it would be lost, especially not like this.

“Do you not trust me?” he asks at last.

You still. Do you not trust him? That’s ridiculous. Of course you trust him. You’d lay down your life for this man. For the opportunity for him to be happy, to burn the world down that betrayed him. To cripple a society that is unequal and cruel.

However, the scene plays back in your mind, the sight of his hand moving towards your face. His pinky tucked beneath it, only the thumb and forefinger truly posing as some form of a threat. Granted the only reason you had done what you did, had more to do with an object coming towards your face then a lack of trust in him.

You kneel down in front of him and rest on your knees. You remain on the side of his good leg, eye-level with him.

You reach forward and grasp his interlaced hands, unlocking them and entwining your own within his gloved fingers. Slowly you lift each hand up and place a kiss on the knuckles.

“I love you so much, of course I trust you.” You say gently. “This will never happen again.”

He smiles and then proceeds to lift up your hands in order to place kisses on your knuckles. Sincerity pooling in his eyes.

“I love you too. Please be safe.”

You send him a wink, “Always, and one really good thing came from this. The Pro’s trust me a whole lot more now.”

His smile drops suddenly and so does your heart. Maybe that came out wrong.

“I’m still in a lot of pain”, he says, looking away with a pout, “I’m still mad.”

You climb onto the couch next to him and place a kiss on his cheek before whispering, “I brought cake.” You beam up at him and he lets out the softest little chuckle.

“What kind of cake?”

You giggle.

“Chocolate, Delicious Chocolate.”

“Alright, I’ll eat the cake and then see if I’m still mad.”

You let out a laugh before kissing him full on the lips. Slightly chapped as his lips are, they’re still soft to the touch. He places a hand on your cheek and deepens the kiss, groaning. Warmth spreads over your body as you feel at peace.  Wrapping his arms around you, you fall into him. The worrying for the past few days suddenly feels silly now as his gentle heat engulfs you.

You pull away breathless. Eyes like plated Mars, stare into your own. His beauty is stealing away all reasoning. Taking away the very air of your lungs.

“Cake?” you ask, a blush spread across your cheeks.

He nods back, “Cake.”

You reach over for the Cake tin and hand it to him before reaching down again for the spoons. As you turn back you see that he’s already opened the tin, a card sits in his hand as he stares down at both, a look of confusion written all over his face. 

Oh Yeah, that’s what you forgot to do. He looks at the card, then at you before lifting the cake out of the tin and displaying it for you. Out of the corner of your eye you can see the card has been placed aside. Without looking at it you already know what it says. 

A quick note to “Enjoy the precious time spent with family” signed by Principal Nezu.

“Babe”, he says “Why does this cake say ‘Happy Birthday Mrs (L/n)’”

You Throw him a sheepish smile.

“Happy Birthday, Mom”

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A/N: There is nothing anyone can say to convince me Nezu wouldn’t do this.