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sundeathh · 2 months

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Matchmaker's Quirk: Love Blooms

ONE-SHOT | MASTERLIST | words: 1 K

Pairing: Student!Aizawa × GN! Student!Reader

Tags: romance, fluff, cute, reader being a bit of a badass and straight forward.

CW: Hizashi and Oboro participation, fight mention (training).

In the bright corridors of U.A. High School, the air was thick with anticipation as students bustled about, preparing for another day of hero training. It had been just a few months since the start of the scholar year, and the school was abuzz with the vigor of young heroes in the making.

You, a spirited and good-natured student, strolled confidently through the bustling hallways, your eyes catching the attention of many admirers. Little did you know that your magnetic presence had already attracted the curiosity of one particular, quiet student.

Aizawa, then just a student like any other, observed you from a distance. His disheveled black hair and stoic expression hid a shy and reserved nature beneath. Despite being known for his strong analytical skills, the prospect of approaching someone as vibrant as you left him uncertain.

In the classroom, Hizashi Yamada, the ever-energetic voice student, chatted animatedly with Oboro Shirakumo, a kind and easygoing one. Both had noticed Aizawa's interest in you and decided to play matchmakers.

"Hizashi, have you seen Aizawa staring at (Y/N)?" Oboro nudged him, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Hizashi chuckled, "Oh yeah, he's got it bad. We should help him out, don't you think?"

The plan was quickly set in motion. Hizashi and Oboro subtly orchestrated situations to bring you and Aizawa together. They pair you up for training exercises, place you next to each other during classes, and even manage to organize study sessions.

In one of those particular training exercises, the day was marked with anticipation as the hero training course embarked on a joint exercise, putting students together against formidable robotic foes.

You and Aizawa, selected to work together, found yourselves in a training ground filled with the hum of machinery and the distant echoes of clashing metal.

Aizawa, usually composed and analytical, couldn't deny the nervous flutter in his stomach as he stood beside you. Your playful banter and the lively yet sweet tone of your voice had left him in a state of mild disarray, a feeling he wasn't entirely accustomed to.

As the first wave of robots approached, you and Aizawa leaped into action, ready to face the metallic adversaries.

"Be cautious, (Y/N)," Aizawa warned, adjusting his capture weapon as he assessed the situation. "My Quirk won't work on these robots. We'll have to rely on our combat skills."

You nodded, appreciating Aizawa's quick thinking. "Alright, Aizawa, we've got this. Stick close to me, and we'll take those robots down," you said with a confident smile, readying your hero costume.

Aizawa nodded, struggling to find his voice. "Sure. Let's work together." He muttered awkwardly, and the two of you engaged in a coordinated assault, dodging and countering the robotic enemies.

As the robots got closer, you leaped into action, demonstrating agility and precision. Aizawa, however, found his attention divided between the approaching threats and the fact that he was fighting alongside you. Impressed by your combat prowess, he couldn't help but watch your every move.

As the battle intensified, you found yourself back-to-back with Aizawa, fending off robots on all sides. A stray robot lunged towards Aizawa, and you swiftly intercepted, delivering a well-timed kick to dismantle the mechanical threat.

Noticing Aizawa's distracted state, you called out. "Hey, Aizawa, focus! We've got to take these down together."

Aizawa blinked, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. "Right, sorry." He jumped into action, joining you in coordinating attacks. And, as the last robot fell, a sense of accomplishment filled the air.

Aizawa, however, felt a different kind of victory – the realization that he enjoyed fighting alongside you more than he expected.

After the battle, as the training ground quieted down, you turned to him with a grin. "Not bad, partner. We make a great team."

Aizawa scratched his head, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks. "Yeah, we do. Thanks for watching my back."

As you walked side by side, discussing the exercise, Hizashi and Oboro observed from a distance, both wearing satisfied smiles. It seemed their matchmaking efforts had not only brought together an effective hero duo but had also unraveled a side of Aizawa that even he wasn't entirely aware of – a side that blushed and stumbled in the presence of someone special.

As your friendship evolved, Aizawa, despite his initial reservations, found himself enjoying your company. Your flirtatious nature would bring a blush to his usually stoic face, and he struggled to find words at times. However, beneath his quiet demeanor, a genuine interest in you started to blossom.

One day, during lunch break, you found yourself alone with Aizawa on the rooftop. The sun cast a warm glow on the scene, and the air was filled with the delicious scent of your meals.

"You know, Aizawa, you're pretty cute when you're not glaring at everyone," you teased, a playful grin on your face.

Aizawa scratched his head, a hint of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. "I, um, well, thanks, I guess."

The silence that followed was broken by the arrival of Hizashi and Oboro, who had been discreetly watching from a distance.

"Haha! Look at these two! Love is in the air!" Hizashi announced dramatically, earning an exasperated glare from Aizawa.

Oboro chuckled, "You've got to admit, Shouta. You should tell them how you feel."

Aizawa sighed, running a hand through his hair. As he struggled with words, you glanced at him, a soft expression attached to your features. Encouraged by Hizashi and Oboro, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

With a sly smile, you took Aizawa's hand, intertwining your fingers. "You don't always need words, Shouta. Sometimes, actions speak louder."

Aizawa's eyes widened, but he didn't resist. The warmth of your hand in his sent a comforting shiver down his spine. You leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek, leaving him utterly flustered.

"Hmm, not bad, Shouta. You should've done that yourself," Hizashi teased, earning a half-hearted glare from the blushing boy.

From that day forward, Aizawa and you became inseparable. The once reserved student found solace in your presence, and your flirtatious and lively nature brought a new light into his life.

Hizashi and Oboro watched with satisfaction as their matchmaking endeavors bore fruit, solidifying a bond that would shape the future heroes of U.A. High School.

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kalieros · 2 years

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hawks, aizawa, endeavor x fem!reader

>> a/n: Finally - jealous ex’s pt. 2, prohero edition. This one ventures into the daddy or dom/sub territory, so be aware. Definitely self-indulgent on my part. I went a little different for some of these! I’ve got a few more lined up as well for those of you who requested some~ enjoy!

>> warnings: NSFW (minors do not interact), dub-con/non-con elements!, reader is wearing a dress/skirt and heels, public spaces, phone sex, dirty talk, vulgar!!, rough, masturbation, voice kink, use of kitten as pet name, endeavor x coworker, slight size kink, manhandling, a BIT of yandere/baby trapping at the end because I’m going to hell

Hawks/Keigo:

Hawks’ problem is flirting - and he knows it.

But that does not mean he is okay with you flirting around - no, he is far from okay with that

It doesn’t take him long before he realizes you’re seeing other people - he swears you’re doing it just to bother him but he would never let anyone see it works

But that was a mistake. You’re his baby bird, his little chickadee, and who do they think they are coming after his territory, his prize?

He’d claimed you in his heart the moment he saw you and there was no going back now

At first he tries to win you back over with his usual tactics - flirty texts, flowers, little gifts on your doorstep hand-delivered with a crimson feather perched on top

He leaves you messages promising affection and candlelight dinners, all his attention

But when that doesn’t work he decides maybe he needs to really show you how he feels - you’re so special, after all, he should put in more effort, right??

One day he corners you on your walk home, having just noticed you on his patrol (he was totally NOT following you)

He swoops in and begs, whines about how you’ve been ignoring him and he just wants you to hear him out

Blocks you in with his wings, cornering any method for escape as he promises you’re all he’s thought about for days, weeks

“I’d give anything to feel you again, baby bird,” he begs to you, whispering in your ear as he noses your throat, running his hands down your sides

He slides up your dress and begs to put in just the tip as he grabs at your thighs

He lifts you up effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his hips and promises no one will know, not with his wings around you and his hand pressed to your mouth

When you give in he praises you so well, murmuring “that’s my girl,” and “you’re taking me so well.”

Takes what he wants easily, pounding your pussy before soothing the marks he leaves with little kisses, knowing you’ll never be satisfied with another person with the way he leaves you whimpering

Eraserhead/Aizawa:

Pfft, Aizawa is totally above being bothered by something so trivial

Or so he has told himself a million times now, usually at night as he lies awake thinking about you

He’s now seen you a handful of times with this other guy

Despite not admitting his deep disappointment to himself, he still does everything in his power to find out who this person is

He sulks a little, quietly, one might even say he’s brooding - until Nemuri and Hizashi tell him he’s gotta do something about his pouting

He is literally sleeping less somehow and they’re the ones taking the brunt of this behavior

When he decides to get up the nerve and call you he chickens out! As a result he develops.. a habit

Every night now he strokes himself to the thought of you, slowly getting more and more frustrated at the fact that its not you taking his load on your tongue or inside

Some nights he would scroll through your socials or touch himself to pictures of you

He knows its probably wrong but.. he can’t help thinking about you, especially after you’ve been flaunting yourself all over the place with your new beau, and he hated that

He knows he’s the only one that can satisfy you anyway - or understand your particular needs

Finally, on a particularly rough weeknight, Aizawa calls you late at night, thinking you won’t pick up. He intends to leave a voicemail, (really!) but is shocked when you answer

Instead, your groggy voice picks up and he is immediately affected by it

You ask what he wants - is he okay? It’s so late - but you hear on the other end of the line a low groan and you faintly realize he’s stroking his cock to the sound of your voice

“You’ve been so bad, little one” he growls, stroking his cock with more intensity

He relishes in the gasp that leaves your lips and begs you to keep talking

He tells you just how much he’s missed you, and exactly how he intends to mark you all over and leave you aching for him the way you’ve left him waiting this whole time

He wants to punish you for making him jealous and you can’t lie - you love it

“Going to fill you up so good, kitten. He doesn’t even compare, does he?”

By the time he’s done you’re soaked and Aizawa is at your front door, promising that neither of you will be getting any sleep

Endeavor/Enji:

First of all - another ex for endeavor? You’re crushing his heart (I know, I’m a softie)

He swore he would never allow another person to leave because they were unhappy

When you said you needed a break his heart plummeted right into his stomach

He did his best to keep it together - he tried to convince you to work it out at first, reaching out over the phone or leaving messages and flowers at your desk to no avail

But rejection was beginning to sting

He tried, he really tried to do it the right way and respect your wishes but he started to see you on patrol with other people and that just wasn’t going to work for him

He was trying to do better, be better but things like this just tested his patience.. How could you not see that you’d broken him completely?

Well - perhaps being forward would be just what you needed to get it through your pretty little head that you were either his or no one’s

He calls you into his office one day during lunch to discuss some paperwork

He confronts you - telling you its been so hard to see you walk around the office in those heels, in those skirts, and then going off with someone else

He crowds you against his desk and rips open your tights, sliding up your tight little pencil skirt before lifting you onto the desk and taking you right there

His hands are calloused and everything about him is heavy and large and he uses this to his advantage

He holds your face in his with rough hands, kissing you hard as he brutalizes your cunt, the desk giving him the perfect leverage to hit right there

He secretly wants to see you cry on his cock and makes it a mission to have you thoroughly ruined before the hour is up

Not much of a talker but definitely whispers how sweet and perfect you’re being for him, and how he’s “not going to let you slip away” so easily

As he sits you on his lap he definitely considers using his thick fingers to push his seed right back inside as he watches it drip out, thinking about how he could keep you by his side forever...

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jomamaofficial · 24 days

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The Chronicles of A Hero's Daughter pt.2 (Father!All Might and Daughter!Reader Angst Oneshot)

A/N: SO, THIS WAS ASKED IN MY ASK BOX. BUT I STUPIDLY REPLIED TO IT SO I DON'T KNOW WHICH ANON ASKED FOR IT SO I'M JUST GOING TO TAG EVERYONE WHO LIEKD THAT POST HERE AND HOPE IT'S THE BRILLIANT ANON WHO WANTED ME TO WRITE A PART 2. @dark-magic-phoenix @crystal-freak24 @observaureium @justtovi3w62. As always, my Ask Box is open for any requests or just a conversation. Please remember to take care of yourselves, and enjoy. As always, I would love to see your thoughts in the comments :). TW: Graphic descriptions of blood (coughing blood), graphic imagery of crushing a heart (doesn't happen, just explained) CW: difficult father-daughter dynamics. Taglist: @thatcatladywrites @smikys-stuff @kimberlyfletcher @dawnwriterimagines Masterlist Word Count: 1951. Summary: One argument led to another– the foundation of your family was built upon suffering and sacrifice. Secrets were unveiled, revealing the true intentions of your father, the lingering wounds of the past stinging harder than any cut has ever. With tension reaching a breaking point, what happens when you confront your father, searching for the harsh truth, even if it leads to a devastating decision– you will never be the same again. He will never be the same again.

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Toshinori’s chest rose and fell.

“You don’t mean that…”

A pang struck through your heart as your father’s laboured breaths increased, tailing off in steady wheezes that only grew louder.

“Dad…” you whispered, closing your eyes. “Dad, I didn’t m-”

Your voice cracked, succumbing to the hot tears which burned against your cheeks. Emotions flooded your head, as though they had been waiting to escape from the dam of truth that you had to silence to protect the peace in your family. The pressure had built up and that dam had finally broken in the most irreparable way possible.

Shame hammered your mind, delivering blunt throbs as you watched your dad clutching his frail chest in agony.

Guilt drilled poison into your veins as your father struggled to stand up– his sickly body unable to bear this pressure. His airways had been restricted, thus his once strong and proud chest had nothing to show but a vacant cavity, struggling to hold itself up.

This living room had always been small– enough space just for the two of you. Dad and his little hero. It had always been you two, but today, this room was longer and narrower, as though mocking your sanity which had become a battlefield.

Would you protect your father and carry on living in this dollhouse family, of which the foundations were built off of your suffering.

Or would you protect yourself and destroy your relationship with the only family that you ever had.

The struggle had refused to forsake– silence had become your greatest enemy. It had left you alone with your screaming thoughts of doubt that deafened your conviction, leaving you straggled, naked, and vulnerable in the vast depths of your fears because what if.

What if Midoriya truly was better than you?

What if you truly were not worth it?

What if you had lost your rights to call yourself his daughter.

Forever.

You had lost everything to the ravenous beast which ruined everything you touched, and it wanted more. It wanted more, so it began making more noise, howling over the whispers of the wind, it howled over the ticking of the clock. It howled until nothing could be heard.

Silence.

It had become silent.

As though you were the only person in the room.

A sudden thud drew your attention to the floor.

Toshinori collapsed on the ground, and his eyes had gone blank, jaw slack. His ribs stuck out from under his skin, showing through his thin white t-shirt as his brassy cough filled his mouth with blood.

He urgently covered his mouth with his hands, forcing it shut but to no avail. It had already slipped past his hold, travelling down his neck, staining his shirt. A constant offender.

Your father began developing bloody coughs over three years ago. Yet every time you saw his chest heave and bleed, surges of nausea would creep up your veins, forcing you to leave.

“Dad!”

This was too much blood. It wasn’t meant to be like this… The doctor said a few drops or so, maybe a teaspoon, but that was ‘highly unlikely’. You watched as his white shirt became saturated, dizziness threatening to blur your vision.

But you could not see him like this. You didn’t think twice before rushing to help him– but you were stopped.

Toshinori raised his shaking hand immediately. You were halted, frozen in disbelief.

He put his hand back on the floor, taking a few breaths before pushing himself, warranting another step forward from you, another cry, but he just stopped you again. You could only watch as your father relied on his bony wrists to push himself up.

You could hear his shallow gasps for air, and his repressed coughs– and all you could do was watch your father’s face contort in fatigue and ache. Toshinori had finally gotten up, but that look had not left his face as he pushed past you. You watched the limp in his leg as he hobbled towards the couch, slowly lowering himself onto the cushioned couch. His head slumped onto the head rest, limbs unfurling in exhaustion.

You were suspended in your head, unable to move past the questions which rung bright sirens.

You shouldn’t have raised your voice at your own father– the doctor had told you. He’s injured, he’s getting older. He can’t process such shocks like this anymore.

What was wrong with you?

But it couldn’t have been just your fault… right? But then he pushed you– maybe he didn’t just notice– but what if he did it on pur-

“Y/N”, your father had called for your name, but his eyes did not meet yours.

Instead, they looked past you.

Toshinori Yagi adopted Toshinori Y/N when she was five years old.

A decade after the first quirk was discovered, many adoption agencies in Musutafu began sorting children based off of a ‘ranking system’.

Official documents stated that this case was first brought up in the Supreme Court due to an incident that had occurred in an orphanage near Musutafu, 26 years ago. It was a heartbreaking case of manslaughter that had taken place when six year old Chihiro Onodera– Quirk: Lava, accidentally murdered eight year old Honoka Sugo– Quirk: Bubbles, during lunch time as they were play-fighting.

It did not take much convincing as this case had reached international news, thus the court immediately passed a bill on the separation of quirks preliminary based off of their strength and danger levels, which were to be evaluated on a scale of 1 to 5.

Nevertheless, this bill had struck a controversial match, becoming the largest contemporary topic that was disputed over in the past years.

Demonstrations, protests and violent public outrage reached its peak when leaked intel revealed that a lot of children began to go missing from Adoption Agencies under the radar– they no longer had papers, as if their identities had been erased off of the face of this Earth.

Nanami Tomoda, Sae Ojima, Makoto Kanezaki– these were some of the household names that had garnered petrifying national and international headlines:

Heartbreaking Tragedy Strikes Japan: Devastating Attack Leaves Communities Reeling

Japan in Shock: Deadly Assault Rocks Nation's Sense of Security

Aftermath of Brutal Assault Leaves Nation Grieving Chaos and Carnage

Not much was known about these young adults.

Apart from two things.

First.

They were not independent contractors. All of them could be traced back to some of the very few established, powerful, underground organisations.

And second.

They were all orphans, rated 5, who had been declared missing for ten or more years.

Toshinori Yagi adopted Toshinori Y/N when she was rated 5.

Toshinori Y/N lost her quirk at age ten.

You are rated 0.

Zero.

Toshinori took a deep breath before he spoke.

“I have raised you since you were five years old.” He still did not meet your eyes. “I raised you in hopes that you would become a strong, and powerful young lady.”

He drew a breath in– it was laced in disappointment.

“But why does it feel, as though it has had no influence on you?”

Toshinori shifted both of his arms onto the couch rests, sitting tall.

“One does not become a hero by winning every fight. Not everything is about a hero’s physical strength. A hero is made when they understand that retaliation only makes them the real villain.”

Your father’s voice had deepened, and so did the dreadful pit in your stomach that sunk your resolve.

“A true hero understands that strength lies in the ability to rise above the pain. Because those who focus on what has been lost”, he continued, lips twitching, as a faint, uncontrollable tremor laced his words in indisputable venomous contempt, “are either insane, or desperate for attention they know they will never get.”

Small muscles in your face began to twitch despite the heaviness that had been pulsed through your body, holding it in place, as you just stood there. Your eyes, once red and exposed, had no inhabitant, no focus.

A ghost town.

“A true hero is grateful. And recognises every bit of effort someone else put in order to get them to where they are now.”

His gaunt eyes found yours, casting an unfamiliar chill in your body. They were sunken in, casting his gaze in dark shadows– an abyss impenetrable by light.

“You got your quirk stolen, Y/N. But you cannot get that back anymore. But it’s been years, I expect at least some gratitude considering I did you a favour by adopting you.”

He had left a clot that blocked your heart.

“Because no one else would have wanted you.”

It is always the one closest to you that hurts you the most.

The man you called your father had waited until the last second to take the satisfaction of crushing your heart, flesh against flesh.

Humans evolved to gain resistance and immunity against everything that threatens their survival.

Therefore, living with this man only meant that you had to gain immunity against pain and humiliation, because that was the only thing that could guarantee your survival.

So when you shook off the heaviness in your lid and focused onto your father’s face, you could only lift the corners of your lip.

“If you didn’t want me. Someone else would have adopted me instead. Like you did. No papers, no nothing– I’d slip under the radar, at least I’d still have my quirk, and end up on those headlines.”

“How dare you?” he uttered, face contorted in malice.

“I was five. That’s why you adopted me. Don’t deny it”

Toshinori stiffened, his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. His shoulders, broad and hubris, had become small and meek. You watched him contemplate: his eyes, vindictive and daring, were cast down, hiding amongst the Tatami flooring.

“My child…” he began, his voice softer. “After your quirk had been stolen, I could not risk making you the target again. That’s the reason I don’t come to your events. It’s because you’ll become the target everyone goes for because they know you’re my daughter”.

“They’ll know?” your lips had pressed into a thin line. “Like how Midoriya knew I was your daughter? Like how the media knows?”

In the stifling air, your dry laughter bounced off of the discomfort.

“Don’t act like you aren’t ashamed of me.”

Your face had settled into a stone.

“It’s not about me being a target. It’s about protecting your image.”

“My daughter-”

“You have lost the right to call me your daughter. If I was such a disappointment after my quirk was ripped away from me, why did you keep me? You could have sent me back. Why did you keep me, dad, why did you keep me!”

Those closest to you, leave irreparable wounds.

But there was a reason they were close to you. A reason that subsided in love, care, and hope.

Your crushed heart was surviving on its last breath, waiting to hear something that could revive it.

Toshinori lifted his head again, his eyes flickering behind you.

It locked onto an object that somehow gained more attention than you ever had in your entire life. You risked a look over your shoulder, only to see the picture of your father and Midoriya, smiling–almost mockingly– back at you.

You knew what the answer was going to be.

“I’m beginning to question the same thing.”

A flat-line.

“Well if that’s how you really feel, I have no obligation to stay here anymore.”

You drew your breath in, words suspended at the tip of your tongue.

“I wish you and your student the best of luck, All Might.”

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tired-teacher-blog · 2 years

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Can i uh request Iida with a fem virgin s/o 😳 Like treating her gently cause he doesnt wanna hurt her because its her first time?? And she's oversensitive too! Take ur time huns :]

You got it babe!

Title : Trust

Characters : Tenya Iida/ Virgin!Fem reader

Genre : NSFW/ +18/ fluff

Trigger warning : Reader's first time having intercourse

Everyone is aged up

Please do not read if you're a minor

Masterlist

"I love him.. I love him.. I love him so much so why not?"

You mumbled under your breath while pacing the room nervously.

The idea of taking your relationship to the next level has often crossed your mind, and you have always thought about discussing your desire with your boyfriend, but everytime you start talking, you end up cowering in embarrassment and changing the subject.

Tenya too, has never pressured you into anything. He's a gentle guy, loving and caring and he always puts your needs before his own.

He would never do anything that could possibly cause you discomfort, that's why he has never brought up the idea of sex even though you two have been together for months.

And it's not that he doesn't want it. Oh, he craves it more than you think, it's just that he wants you to be as comfortable as possible before taking the next step.

_ "Hey honey, dinner is ready." Tenya called out from the kitchen so you had to put a pin in that thought for the moment.

_ "Is everything okay y/n? You're barely touching your food. Do you not like it?!" He freaked out thinking about it so you had to reassure him.

_ "No no no sweetie the food is delicious I promise." You smiled placing your hand on top of his and watched as he picked it up to kiss your knuckles one by one.

_ "Then what is it love? You look distracted, did something happen at work today? Are you hurt anywhere? Are you perhaps tired? Please just tell me.."

_ "It's fine I promise." You moved your chair closer to his and placed a gentle peck on his furrowed eyebrows. Frankly, you knew he wouldn't believe you, and you knew he wouldn't rest until you tell him exactly what was going on.

You sighed in defeat and decided to come clean, you wanted him to know after all, so why not now?

_ "Honestly.. I've been thinking a lot about us.." You stopped for a moment shifting your eyes to the side and pondering your next words. "Tenya, I want to have sex with you, we've waited long enough and I'm ready." It would be a lie to say you weren't embarrassed by your own confession, but you didn't regret it one bit.

_ "What? But honey, this is a huge step for you." He was nervous, extremely so, it would be your first time ever after all.

He was afraid of hurting you, of scaring you, of making you regret your decision. He wouldn't mind waiting because it's you, and you're worth it.

And you knew all that, all the things running through his head as he gazed into your eyes, so you had to reassure him.

_ "True, it is a huge step but it's something I'm happily willing to do because I trust you, and because I love you, and because I'm ready." You moved to sit on his lap and hugged him tightly as you awaited his response.

His tense shoulders relaxed a little under your touch, and his muffled voice came after a while:

_ "Alright sweetheart, anything for you."

You stood up immediately pulling him along as you did, and marched straight to his bedroom.

You turned around to face him and were instantly overcame with a sense of self consciousness.

_ "It's fine love, I'll take care of you I promise, but if at any point you feel like stopping, don't hesitate to tell me alright? This is a big step but it's not supposed to be scary." His words never failed to comfort you.

You nodded smiling, and placed your palms on his neck, moving slowly and kissing him.

His arms wrapped themselves around your waist and he walked forward moving you along with him until the back of your knees hit the bed and you fell backwards with a yelp.

_ "Are you okay babe?" Tenya smirked teasingly as he hovered over your shaky frame.

You couldn't trust your voice so instead you nodded eagerly and pulled his shirt, silently asking him to fill that annoying gap between your bodies.

He didn't miss a beat and moved one arm under your waist, hoisting you up and settling you completely on top of the bedsheets before gently spreading your legs and positioning himself between them.

It was so endearing how he searched your expressions for any signs of wavering or discomfort everytime he did something.

You pulled him flush against you and kissed his lips again while running your fingers through his locks.

His hands traveled slowly under your shirt, tracing your sensitive skin and leaving goosebumps behind. He loved the effect he had on you and wanted to do more, but he wouldn't overwhelm you, he would take his time and give you a chance to enjoy and get used to all the new sensations.

His lips moved to your jaw, and then your neck, down to your collarbone, tracing soft wet kisses in their path, and you had to bite your lip to prevent yourself from moaning his name.. it was too early for that, even the inexperienced you, knew it.

_ "Honey, is it okay to take off your shirt now?" He whispered between gentle pecks and you finally allowed your voice to be heard as you whimpered a shaky "yes".

He sat up, eyes locked with you, and smiled sweetly while helping you get rid of the garment leaving you in your bra. It was okay so far, nothing out of the ordinary, he had seen that much of you before anyway.

He then removed his own shirt and you couldn't help but reach out a hesitant hand to trace his well defined chest.

_ "It's fine sweetheart, you can touch me all you want." His encouraging tone gave you more confidence, and you took your time feeling his flexing muscles under your fingertips.

One of your hands moved down to your own pants, clumsily fondling it, and he joined your quest when he noticed your struggle to remove them.

_ "You too.. Tenya.." You mumbled shyly, fingers looping through the waistband of his sweatpants.

He hesitated for a moment, how would you react to seeing his already throbbing dick against the thin fabric of his boxers? Would it freak you out? That's the last thing he wants. But you were stubborn and your mind was already set.

He leaned back, lowering his pants slowly and you gasped as his dick bounced up. His boxers were already stained and the sight relieved you -as strange as that might sound- you were happy to know that he was as excited for you as you were for him.

He smiled and kissed you again, unintentionally brushing his dick against your throbbing pussy.

_ "Tenya.." You shuddered and arched your back, craving more of him against you, but he misunderstood, thinking the opposite.

_ "Hey love are you alright? Is this too much for you?"

_ "No, no, it feels good.. I want you inside me, please.." You whimpered gyrating your hips underneath his. It was out of character for you to be this bold, but for some reason it felt good, and right. It was exactly what you've always wanted, and you weren't scared, you were ready, so ready for him, and he knew it.

_ "Sweetheart listen, this is your first time so we have to be careful with your body. It might hurt but I promise I'll do everything I can to make it as pleasant as possible. But please remember, we don't have to go all the way tonight, it's fine to stop, just promise me that you'll not force yourself to carry on." His voice was soothing, and his eyes were filled with love.

_ "Yes, I promise."

He slowly removed your panties, scanning your face as he did so. You were embarrassed -understandably so- but other than that you felt perfectly alright.

His fingers ran along your butt cheeks and it sent shivers throughout your whole body. You've never been touched there before, and to have his gentle palms caressing that part of you was all you needed.

He moved one hand to his mouth, tongue twirling around his fingers before bringing it back to your fluttering pussy and slowly fondling your clit.

He wanted you to be relaxed before going any further and your reaction told him he was doing a good job.

You moaned, rolling your hips against his fingers and hugging him impossibly close to yourself.

You've touched your own pussy before, but no matter how good it had felt, it was nothing compared to what he was doing to you.

You were already close and he knew it.

_ "Kiss me.." You whimpered against his neck and he did as asked, kissing your lips tenderly and pushing his fingers inside your warmth as slowly as he possibly could do so without hurting you.. though it was inevitable and you both knew it so he hoped his kiss would distract you from the pain.

His lips moved along your neck, then lower until he reached your chest and with his free hand, he scooped your boobs out of their confinement before gently sucking the flesh surrounding your nipples and teasingly running his tongue along your hardening teats, all the while prodding your virgin core.

The sensations were too much for you to handle, and you dug your nails in his back as you moaned his name over and over again because that was the only thing you could do.

It felt good, and painful.. Hot, and burning. It was all new and you loved every moment of it.

He was extremely gentle with you after all, so you had nothing to worry about. And soon, his fingers weren't enough for you, you craved something more, something that could move even deeper inside of you.

_ "Tenya, please put it in now, I want you inside me when I cum."

To be honest he could barely hold himself back at that point, so he lowered his boxers taking his dick in his hand and pumping it a few times before aligning himself with your weeping cunt and pushing in slowly.. extremely slowly.

It hurt, a lot, so you threw your head back and braced yourself until he was completely inside you.

_ "Honey how are you feeling? I won't move until you tell me." He kissed your neck and awaited the reply that never came. You couldn't trust your voice so instead you nodded softly and held him flush against you. His hands caressed your sides reassuringly until you finally were ready for him to move. So you whimpered and shakily moved your hips against his own. He took the hint and started moving slowly. His thrusts were shallow at first, barely doing anything, but when your cries slowly turned into moans, he picked up the pace.

You suddenly felt something trickling down your pussy and Tenya felt it too, he stopped for a moment to ask if you were hurt, if he should slow down or stop, but you shook your head eagerly and wrapped your trembling legs around his waist.

The blood droplets covering both your core and his dick finally stopped, and your slick took over making Tenya's movements easier inside of you.

You were finally close to climaxing and the remnant bits of pain slowly disappeared.

He was close too, you could tell by the way he started twitching within you.

And suddenly, a warm feeling formed in the pit of your stomach.

_ "Tenya! I think.." You slurred your words and he knew exactly what you meant, so he sat up, kissing your forehead, nose, and then your lips tenderly before whispering against them:

_ "Go ahead love." And that's all it took for you to cum around his dick, convulsing uncontrollably as you did.

His thrusts continued throughout your orgasm, and only when your body fell limp underneath him, did he pull out pumping himself a few times and splurting all over your glistening thighs.

He looked at you with heavy eyes, admiring the sight before him, hair all messed up, wet parted lips, heaving chest, body flushed and fucked out.. He couldn't believe what happened, and he couldn't help but lean in and kiss you again, and again, and again until you started giggling.

_ "Are you feeling alright?" He mumbled gently between soft pecks.

_ "Yes.. I'm tired and a bit sore.. but I'm happy."

_ "It's okay sweetheart, just rest for a bit and then I'll take care of you."

You didn't respond after that, you just cupped his cheeks and smiled as you looked into his face, the face of your first, the face of your love, the face of the man who's going to be your one and only.

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ilygetou · 2 years

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creepy! perverted! tenko shimura x fem! reader

Character: Tenko shimura (shigaraki tomura)

content + warnings: panty stealing, your brother has no name lol, male masturbation,slight somnophilia, creepy Tenko if you squint, fem!reader, dubcon, pseudocest, fingering, creampie, mentions of overstimulation, panty sniffing, degrading, dark content.

Note. Tenko isn’t actually reader’s brother! since i made it that reader sees him as her brother-figure! :)

Tenko Shimura was your brother’s friend, you’ve known him since you were a child. Since he and your brother always hung out during their childhood days. You’ve always seen him as a brother figure, nothing more than that.

You haven’t seen tenko in a long time it’s been 4 years since you last saw him, the last time you saw him he was arguing with your brother they were yelling at each other and cursing each other out that they were so close to having an actual fight.

Until today, your brother came back with tenko along, “huh? tenko-nii?” you were surprised by tenko’s arrival since you haven’t seen him in so long. “I told you not to call him that! he isn’t your brother!” your brother scolded you at the nickname you gave tenko, “you know I can’t help it!” you replied while tenko was staring at you the whole time.

He was the one who made up with your brother, he was the one who went and apologized to your brother, he only did it so he could get to see you again if it weren’t for you tenko and your brother wouldn’t have made up.

“hey y/n” you looked up to tenko with a slight blush on your face “hello tenko!” you replied while smiling cheerfully at him. You’re glad that tenko and your brother made up, you adored their friendship so much that you cried when your brother told you that he and tenko aren’t friends anymore.

“You changed, you look so much hotter now” tenko teased which made you blush even more, “i told you no flirting tenko!” it was tenko’s turn to get scolded by your brother, you giggle at the sight of them arguing but you suddenly remember the bunch of homework’s you have to do, you let out a sigh “i’ll head to my room! ‘need to finish my homework” you announce, “you can come to me if you need help!” tenko suddenly said, you smiled and nodded your head and headed to your bedroom, not locking the door.

You let out a long sigh, you truly missed tenko, you used to have a huge crush on tenko when you guys were little, so finally seeing him after all these years felt weird, him fully grown and not a little kid anymore made you feel weird but excited.

You sink your face into the pillow before drifting to sleep, you’ve been sleeping for two hours now, tenko and your brother got worried so your brother asked tenko to go and check up on you.

Once tenko arrived at the front of your door he knocked three times waiting for you to open the door, but when there was no reply he opened the door himself, tenko found you asleep, you looked so adorable with drool dripping from the corner of your shin, your skirt was all the way up, exposing your perfect ass with your cute white panties all exposed for tenko.

Tenko froze in his place, eyes staring at the wet dampness on your panties it was so visible even though you were wearing white panties, it’s so visible and clear for tenko, he felt his pants tighten from the view of your drenched panties.

Tenko got an idea, a creepy smirk formed on the corner of his lips, he walked towards your drawer and took out a pink thong, he bought the piece of fabric close to his face and took a sniff from it.

Tenko took the piece of fabric and put it in his pockets, he stood still for a few minutes, admiring your sleeping figure, you suddenly spread your legs. you gave tenko a clear view of your clothed cunt, it took every part of tenko trying to stop himself from ripping the fabric apart and pushing his thick dick into your tight hole.

tenko got closer to your sleeping figure, he bent down, his face close to your pussy, he rubbed your cunt from above your undies, he could feel you get wet as he does so.

he pushed your panties to the side, getting a clear view of your wet pussy, he spread your pussy lips, tenko just wants to have his dick inside of you already.

As tenko was admiring your cute cunt, he heard footsteps coming from downstairs, so he hurriedly slid your panties back on and left your room.

once he left your room, tenko let out a relieved sigh, he then hurriedly left to go back to your brother's room.

“what took you so long?” your brother asked tenko, “oh you know i went to get myself a cup of water but got lost in the way” your brother chuckles, “what about y/n? where is she?” tenko’s body freezes, as he had forgotten that he went to your room just to check on you, “y/n she...” tenko pauses for a moment then continues: “she’s asleep.”

your brother just nods and goes back to his game, while tenko, he kept thinking about what he did, was it wrong? obviously, he knew what he did was wrong, but, it wasn’t that big of a deal, right? he just wanted a peek, surely it wasn’t that bad.

tenko kept thinking of your perfect boobs, perfect ass, your perfect body, everything about you was perfect, he can’t wait till he gets a taste of your perfect pussy.

A couple of hours go by and then, you show up, you have just woken up, a lazy smile appeared on your face when u saw that tenko was still there, “sorry i fell asleep!!” you said apologetically.

your brother lets out a giggle and tenko just nervously smiles, “don’t worry y/n tenko told me,” you look at your brother confused, “i made him go check up on you” your brother continues, tenko starts sweating, he was very nervous.

“oh!!” you say in an embarrassed tone, you didn’t know what tenko had done, but, you were embarrassed about the fact that tenko had to see your sleeping face.

your brother’s phone suddenly rings, you couldn't see the caller id, but it must be someone important based on the expression your brother had on his face.

he answered the call— the conversation between him and that person didn’t last long though, “uh this is awkward but one of my classmates is outside waiting for me right now, i’ll...i’ll only have a short chat with her and then i’ll come back,” your brother says, earning an “okay” from both you and tenko.

As soon as your brother left the room you were met with an awkward silence, tenko seems to be avoiding any eye contact from you— he won’t even take a glance at you.

You let out a sigh and go towards the tv, it was turned on, with the game your brother and tenko were playing, you bend down to turn off the console but you didn’t know how there were too many buttons.

Tenko was admiring you from the back, as soon as you bent down he saw your exposed cunt, you weren’t wearing any panties! tenko was sure he had slid them back on, so how??

tenko felt his pants tighten, ‘shit shit shit this isn’t the right time!’ he thought, the way you kept wiggling, your cunt was just in plain view, it’s like you’re asking him to fuck you full of his cock, that you want it.

you could feel tenko’s stares, you felt embarrassed and exposed but you tried to act like everything was okay.

tenko can’t take it, he really can’t, he can’t control himself, he walked towards you, “y/n...” you could feel his breath close to your face, “t-tenko...?”

he lifted your skirt a little, “you aren’t wearing any panties...” he said in a low voice, he spread your pussy lips with two fingers, “fuck” tenko muttered, he pushed one finger into your pussy.

“t-tenko-nii...!” tomoura pushed a second finger in, “’m so fucking turned on right now...’could just fuck you full of my cum,” he muttered.

tenko lets out a shaky sigh, “can...i..? can i fuck you y/n?” you couldn’t form a word, you kept silent while tenko kept repeating the question, “can’t...can’t wait any longer y/n..”

“tenko-nii i...I don’t see you in that way!” tenko paused for a moment, trying to comprehend your words, tenko didn’t care how you see him, whether you see him as a childhood friend, brother figure, he doesn’t care.

“you think I care about this type of stuff? ‘just want to fuck your pussy, wanna have my dick deep in your pussy, wanna feel your walls clench on me” your breath hitches, you felt your heart pounding so fast.

once tenko got no reply, he took his fingers out and took his pants off, you heard the sounds of tenko’s belt hitting the floor which made you gulp nervously.

he pushed the tip in, slowly, he had his full length inside your pussy, you started shaking once you felt tenko thrusts, heavy and soft moans leaving your mouths, "look at you, all fuckin' needy for some cock,” “you were just whining about how you didn't want it, now look at you now, you're squeezing my cock real good, what a fucking slut” tenko kept throwing insult after insult, making you tear up a bit.

shimura's cock was deep in you, his thrusts were so fast and hard, low groans leaving his mouth, your juices coating his cock, his balls were slapping against your ass with every thrust.

"fuckkk...s-so good, your pussy feels so good, 'can't get enough of it.." you could feel tenko's cock reaching your G-spot, his dick hitting it multiple times, your attempts trying to hold your moans failed miserably when you felt tenko's cock twitch, "tenko-nii...! f-feels goooodd!! 'need more pleasepleaseplease!!" you were whining close to his ears, your voice sounded so fucking hot.

"don't stop don't stop, need more, please tenko-nii!" shimura pulled you into a kiss, a very sloppy one, drool was dripping from the side of your chin as you kissed tenko back.

"fuck fuck fuck 'm close, 'gonna cum in your pussy, will fill you up with my cum, 'gonna fill you up till I overstimulate you and me" you were too lost in pleasure to comprehend tenko's words, "yesyesyes 'want your cum! need your cum inside me tenko-nii!!" you suddenly felt warm liquid fill you up, painting the color of your walls white.

"tenko-nii tenko-nii 'm cumming!!" a loud moan left your mouth as you came on tenko's dick, "'so pretty, god, you're so pretty" you looked so pretty, eyes rolled back, drool dripping from the side of your chin, messy hair, teary eyes, and tenko's cum dripping out of your pussy.

you and tenko were both panting, breathing heavily, tenko pulled out his cock, and tucked it back in his pants, you both heard the front door open, meaning your brother is back.

you hurridly sat beside tenko, while cum was still oozing out of your pussy, you're pretty sure you made a mess underneath you, "I'm back..." your brother said as he walked towards you and tenko, you both flashed him a small smile.

you never would have thought you would end up fucking tenko, your childhood friend, after not seeing each other in years, this was the first thing you both had done.

#my hero smut #mha smut #shigaraki smut #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki tenko #tenko smut #boku no hero fic #shigaraki x you #my hero academia x reader #tenko shimura x reader

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ayustuff · 2 years

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▶A/N: THANKS AND My drafts crashed😹 I'm so thankful that i ss it(😢💀) (Request: @book-oholic )

Pairings: K. Bakugo x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Angst & Sfw

▶Pro Hero A.U., this is kinda long?¿ fanfic.

Y/N/N = Your nickname

I did not re-read this!!❣

You woke up in your shared bedroom. You opened your eyes finding Katsuki but he isn't there. You think his making breakfast so you go to the kitchen and there he is.

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“Good morning 'tsuki~” You put your arms around his waist hugging him. “Mornin'”He said putting the food on the plate. “Any plans for today?” “Mhmm... Just usual go to the agency, fight villains, eat and... return home. Why?” “Nothing, Heh.” You said not wanting to sound sad. “Okay lets eat.” You thought that maybe his just playing around and surprise you instead.

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After eating he left the house. You normally take day offs when theres anniversary or emergencies, so your here in the house alone.

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After a while you started cooking dinner and decorating the table. You finished its 7:13pm, he still wasn't showing up. You thought maybe he'll comeback at the usual time which is ‘8:20’. Time passed its ‘8:23’ he still wasn't home. Fourty five minutes passed he wasn't home. You grew more and more sad, angry and worried. You thought if he actually forgot about your anniversary.

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You found yourself thinking scenerios about him as hours minutes pass.

‘What if he got some injuries right now?...’

‘What if he forgot about the anniversary?’

‘What if Katsuki is seeing someone else...’

‘What if-’

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Your on the couch staring at the tv even tho its in off. You checked the time its 9:52. Your stomach is grumbling you decided to eat, forgetting about how Katsuki seems to forgot about your anniversary.

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Hours passed its 10:38 the door opened, you take a look at him. He spotted you waiting at the couch, “Why are you still up?” “Katsuki,” “Mhm?” he said taking his boots and gauntlets off.

“Did you forgot about our... dinner?”

“No?” Giving you a questioning look.

“Why didn't you come back to home early then?” You stand up crossing your arms in your chest.

“Look, you know I have hero duty” He put his boots and gauntlets aside.

You grew pissed and the angerness taking over your sadness. “AND YOUR HERO DUTY IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN OUR DINNER!?” Now your fist is on your sides.

“ITS JUST A FUCKING DINNER! LIVES ARE MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOUR CLINGY ASS!” He argued, angrily opening the fridge for water.

“ITS NOT JUST A FUCKING DINNER KATSUKI ITS OUR ANNIVERSARY! YOU CAN ATLEAST STILL COME HOME AT DINNER TIME AND SAVE PEOPLE, THE WORLD WONT DESTROY IF YOU HAVE A FEW HOUR BREAK! BUT IT SEEMS LIKE YOU LITERALLY FORGOT ABOUT OUR ANNIVERSARY!” You yelled back at him, tears falling on your eyes and running to go to your ―shared― bedroom. The words make his heart sink. As he run to you, “Wait Y/N-” he tried to grab your wrist but you slap it. “J-just let me sleep, I-im tired...” you slammed the door in his face.

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You layed on the bed you stared at the ceiling as you heard Bakugo saying sorry's, him wanting you you to open the door and talk this out, and more apologies but you ignored them too furious and tired that he forgot your ―you both's― anniversary. Afew minutes later Bakugo stops at his apologies thinking you fell asleep already.

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When you woke up, remembering what happened yesterday so you decided teach him a lesson. You go to the kitchen to have breakfast, you see him already sitting at the chair. He cooked with your favourite meal. You sit at one of the chairs opposite on him, not taking a glance at him. You eat. “Y/N...” he said staring at you. You ignored him and finishing your food. “Im really sorry for forgetting our anniversary, I promise I'll make it up to you I'll take a week break” You stand up and go to the bed to take a shower, he stared at you following your gaze. As he heard the click sound when you shut the door he woke up from his dreams ―thoughts―.

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You change and ready to go to work. At the living room you see him at the couch watching tv. He heard your foot steps. Your close to the door. He turned his head around to look at you, “Babe, where you goin'?” he asked. You stopped, your hand on the door knob.

“To work, isn't obvious?” You replied not taking a glance at him. “Babe, can you take a-” you leaved shutting the door. “break...” He sighed.

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‘Looks like im not gonna have the forgiveness easily...’ He groans. “fuck...”

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2 ½ hours later Bakugo texted you.

Baby Y/N/N

Katsu: Hey baby 10:06

Baby Y/N/N: hi 10:08

Katsu: Am going to your office for lauch since you forgot your launch :) 10:08

Baby Y/N/N: Oh, its fine I'll just go buy one in the cafeteria. 10:09

Katsu: But you said you don't like the food there? 10:09

Baby Y/N/N: I was lying 10:12

Katsu: Huh read

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Bakugo's face softened and his now more regreting everything he said―everything he did―.

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9:26 pm you got home, he already swept the floor and cooked. “Hey baby, how's work?” he's the couch. ―this scene reminds you of yesterday but its the opposite now― “Usual.” you said taking off your shoes. “Mhm.” he nodds. You made your way to the bathroom. “Your not gonna eat first?” He said. “No I already ate dinner at work.” You closed the bathroom door. ‘Oh.’ he thought. He sighs returning to watch at the tv again.

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After taking a bath and changing, Bakugo is on the bed laying. You layed beside him but not really facing him. He tried to kiss your shoulders but you doged it by laying flat, your back facing the bed. He stops his trying and just sleep.

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As usual his the one to wake up first at mornings, he admired your face as the sunlight hits you. You stirred, your back now facing his face. He sighs, he wants to cuddle with you but a punishment is a punishment.

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The day went sad and dry, the two of you wanting eachother but you still want to finish the punishment―lesson― to make him really guilty about it.

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Two more days passed it continue like that. You became more soften when he murmurs apologies at mornings, he also had nightmares about you leaving him you heard him saying more apologies. So this night you decided you finally forgive him.

His laying on the bed, facing the wall with heavy lidded eyes. You close the door laying beside him. Hugging him at the back, he frozed for few seconds. He turned looking at you confusedly but missing your touch. He hugged back and kissed your forehead.

“Im so sorry for shouting at you and not remembering our anniversary...” You hug him more tightly.

“Me too, Katsuki I'm sorry for making you feel more lonelier-” He cuts you, “You shouldn't feel sorry it's my fault.”

You two then cuddled to sleep both tired and happy that you two are now back to usual loving couple.

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daisydaphne · 1 year

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𝐀 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞~ 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚

Summary: Izuku and you are just “friends”, but not for long.

Category: fluff.

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“You know that I could have just teleported to the place, right? You didn’t have to bother”

You had met Izuku in the academy, but once you were out of it, you started to feel things about him. You knew his personality, his friends, his mom and even his All Might’s posters in his room. You knew everything but his feeling toward you.

It was obvious that Izuku had a crush on you?

“Y-You’re not a bother, I just wanted to” his whole face was an intense red.

Yeah, maybe it was pretty obvious.

You and Izu had been dating? You didn’t know how to call it. I mean, you were used to hang out and occasionally touch each other’s hands. However, you were in love with him and you didn’t want to be just friends.

That date was the perfect date to show your feelings.

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“I was a chaotic girl and it’s not a lie. You should listen to my parents’ anecdotes. I used to teleport to the beach every weekend” You said while laughing like a crazy bitch.

Izuku listened carefully each single word as he smiled. He was in love with you but wasn’t sure about making the move. I mean, you were too pretty and nice for him.

What if he told you and you rejected him? Maybe you’d never talked to him again.

“Are you ok, Izu? You noticed that something was upsetting him. “We can leave if you’re not feeling right”

Yeah, maybe Izuku would show his feeling because you deserved the true. His thoughts didn’t let him talk or just be cool as always with you. He was terrified.

“No, I’m okay. Let’s go to the park”

You walked to the park silently. Both of you were almost panicking about the same clumsy reason.

“I need to tell you something, Izuku…”

Oh, no. Midoriya panicked. What if you hated him? What if you were bored? He needed to tell you asap.

“I have to tell you something too. I- I’m really sorry, I didn’t want bored you. I like hanging out with you, a lot… M-Maybe I’m having rom-romantic feelin…

And you kissed him.

His lips were a little bit clumpsy, but he was getting used to it. You could even smell Izuku’s perfume: it was kinda vanilla with mandarin. Your hands touched his hair just to make sure you weren’t dreaming about the kiss.

You weren’t dreaming. It was your first kiss. And with him!

He didn’t know what to do! You were his first kiss, and didn’t even know you felt the same way as he. Izuku didn’t know what to do with his hands, so he placed it in your chin while kissing.

“Can we do it again?” Izuku stopped to take some air.

“Damn Izu, I though you were shy” You laughed while taking some fresh air too.

You both were so blushed that your faces looked like two fresh tomatoes. Midoriya felt stupid to be so overwhelmed by being in love. Now he knew that you felt the same and wouldn’t let you go so easy. He wanted a nice future with you by his side.

“Not with you, from now on” Izuku placed both hands in your cheeks and kissed you again.

Maybe you could get used to it.

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Writer’s note: hi guys!! Thanks for your support. The song “Ojos color Sol” from Calle 13 inspired me to write this one shot! just wanted to tell you haha.

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parkerthewaterbender · 2 years

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Awfully enough, I think Tetsutetsu does something similar to what Kirishima does to his hair. Not like doing the same hairstyle he has but more like... dyeing his hair. I like to think it used to be black but since he prolly wanted something new, he colored it silver. This scenario made me trigger another one.

Tetsu noticed his hair roots growing out one day, so he went shopping with his class B for hair dye and additional stuff. While everyone else went to look for food, toilet paper, hand soap and what not; tetsu went to the hair dye section of the supermarket.

Obviously finding silver dye was something that happened once every full moon, heck finding any unnatural color in a normal supermarket was rare. So he searched one part and found nothing. Then he turned to his right and finds Kirishima, with also his jet black roots growing out, looking for red hair dye.

I just imagine him being like :0 BRO!! and Kiri also screaming BROOO!! :D and looking for hair dye together.

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summerlovingbaby · 1 year

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The Right Thing

Y/N sat on the bed in her government issued apartment, with her government issued plain brown furniture, and government issue matress that was slightly softer than a rock. She sat on the hard matress, her left leg crossed over her right, listening to Keigo wash his face and watching the TV across from the bed.

“ Keigo.” she called out, listened as he turned off the sink, listened as the last of the water slipped down the drain.

His face peered around a doorframe, his hair still wet from the shower, skin still flushed and glowy due to the hot water from his shower, steam pouring out of the bathroom when he opened the door.

“ What is it?” he asked. “ The commission call?”

“ Do you ever wonder?” she asked, she looked at her lap and picked at the dead skin on her fingernails. “If we’re doing the right thing?” she said, she didn’t look at him, but felt her face get hot. “ I mean we call ourselves heroes, but the both of us have… have a past. The both of us have killed people, for the comission and the both of us have to do it again tomorrow.”

“ Y/N,” he ducked out of the bathroom and took the toothbrush out of his mouth. “ Don’t start this.”

“ I have to kill Toga tomorrow.” she said plainly. “ And you have to kill Twice,” she said. “ Toga is so young, she’s just a kid, she would be a highschooler. She actually reminds me of me when I was younger, before the commission grabbed hold of me and made me who I am.” she waited for Hawks to say something but he didn’t , just leaned on the doorframe with his arms folded over his chest. “ She’s just got me thinking, we’re all the same aren’t we?” she didn’t look up, just fiddled with her fingers, pressing so hard on her nail it popped off. “ Side effect of her quirk. “ Shit.”

“ In a way.”

“ I don’t know I just feel like under slightly different circumstances we could be them. I could have been her. I am her. Take off the cape what are we?” she asked. “ Cowards, we are all cowards. Cowards hiding behind costumes and the comissions and regulations and lies.”

“ Y/N.” he said.

“ I’m just failing to see how we are any better than they are.” she threw her hands in the air and flopped back on the bed.

Hawks strolled over to the bed and pulled her up by her shoulder, making her sit upright. He kneeled down infront of her, his golden eyes piercing. She studied the planes of his face, simple and chisled, like a god dawning at the new age. His face hardened beyond feeling anything but anger. His yellow eyes blazing with a hatred of the whole world.

“ We can sit here and talk about the objective morality of our job or we could do the job we are asked.” he said. He pushed his hands on his thigh. “ We save people, we save them. That’s what we do. We wake up and put on are costumes and pretend for 6 hours a day that we are good people. You wake up everyday and try your damnest to save them, they wake up everyday and think of creative ways to harm them. They kill people because they have bad days and have piss poor tempers, you’re killing yourself trying to justify a way to save them. Toga has committed multiple violent murders, remember that. That sweet innocent girl has killed multiple people.”

“ And Twice?” she peered up at him, and studied his face. It was hard and firm like it always was when they talked business, his high cheekbones carving out of his skin.

“ Twice is loyal, I’ll give him that, fun to grab a cup of coffee with, but that man is twisted in ways most human brains cannot comprehend. He is a very sick man, but he needs to be put down.”

“ You’re talking about him like he’s a dog.”

“ Well he’s acting like one.” he said and he stood, extending his wings. “ It took a while for me to realize that we will never be the same. You wake up everyday and try your damnest to save people, risk your life in limb to save people. Most civilions can’t comprehend the stuff we see, and we do it for them, we do it to protect them , to help them.”

He turned around and looked towards the wall and headed back towards the bathroom.

“ You’ll kill Toga tomorrow, and it might make you sick, you’ll probably hate yourslef more than you already do, but you’ll realize in killing Toga you’re saving lives.” he sighed.

“ And Twice.”

“ Tomorrow, I’ll kill Twice, no sweat.” he said ,like it was simple, he leaned down and kissed Y/N lightly on the cheek, the stood and smoothed his hair down as he walked into the bathroom.

Suddenly a fresh white towel shot out of the bathroom at Y/N and she could hear Hawks shout.

“ Take a shower, you stink.”

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sundeathh · 2 months

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Thanks to the Elevator

Part 5

Fanfiction | Masterlist

Pairing: Aizawa × Fem!Reader

Fandom: BNHA | MHA | Word count: 3,2k

Categories: Workplace romance, enemies to lovers, tsundere, angst & fluffy.

CW: None worth mentioning. This chapter is SFW.

The next morning, you were awake before the alarm clock went off, your eyes fluttering open to gaze lazily around your bedroom.

You smiled at the sight that greeted your eyes: Shouta sleeping peacefully next to you, his head resting inches away from your shoulder, one of his legs draped across yours.

Carefully, you shifted your way out of bed, making sure not to wake him up in the process. You grabbed some clean clothes from your closet and headed toward the bathroom to start the day.

After a quick shower, you cleaned up the mess from the night before. A few moments later, you walked over to the bed, gently shaking the man awake. "Hey," you whispered as he opened his eyes. "Time to get up."

A sleepy rub to his eyes accompanied his sigh as he finally met your gaze. "Good morning. For how long did I sleep?" He muttered.

"Morning." You greeted, glancing at the clock to formulate an answer. "I think it should be about five hours."

He sat up slowly, yawning as he stretched his arms above his head. "Five hours? That's a record." He observed, rubbing his eyes again.

"I'll go make breakfast, okay? Make yourself presentable. You can use the shower if you want, I left a clean towel hanging by the door. We still have time to get to work on time." You assured him, pointing to the bathroom door.

"Mmkay, thank you." He agreed, swinging his feet over the edge of the bed and standing up as you turned on your heels and headed toward the kitchen.

The soothing symphony of pouring water harmonized with the gentle click of scrambled eggs on the pan as you cooked, the constant buzzing of the coffee machine catching your attention as well.

A subtle, affectionate smile curled at the edges of your lips. It wasn't every day that you had to cook for someone besides yourself.

The rhythm of footsteps interrupted your contemplation about how you should start the conversation. Turning your head to glance at the source of the sound, you observed Shouta timidly taking a seat at the dining table.

"Hey. How's my guest doing?" You asked, noticing he wore yesterday's clothes, the first buttons of his shirt undone. He looked tired, yet adorable.

"I'm good. Sleepy." He said, looking at you from under his bangs. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it. Didn't you get enough sleep?" You asked, pouring two cups of coffee before bringing it to the table, repeating the path to bring the plates of eggs and toast.

"I never do. But I slept better than usual." He confessed, sipping at the hot liquid. "Thanks for the breakfast."

"No problem." You smiled, having a seat next to his. "So, what's on the agenda for today?"

"I have a class to teach and some paperwork to do... But, as soon as we finish that, I'll probably just sit in my office after class and read something." He shrugged.

A tranquil silence settled, punctuated only by the quiet clinks of utensils and the distant hum of morning traffic outside, allowing the last delightful bites of breakfast to be savored. Curious, your cat came out of its hiding and walked towards you, meowing to get your attention.

"Oh! Here you are!" You smiled as you picked it up, scratching behind its ear and setting the fluffy animal down on your lap. The cat purred.

Shouta glanced at you as you focused on the cat in front of you, absentmindedly petting its fur. You met his gaze, and Aizawa averted your eyes.

You gave the cat a few more pats, enjoying the feeling of its soft fur between your fingers.

After enough spoiling, you put the cat back down, turning your attention back to Shouta, who was staring at you with a faint blush on his cheeks.

"What is it?" You asked softly, smiling warmly at him.

His blush intensified. "I just thought of something." He admitted, his eyes shifting down to look at his dish.

You raised your eyebrows amusedly as he looked back up at you. "What is it? Tell me, I'm curious now." You urged.

"Well... I've always liked cats." He said slowly. You could hear the uncertainty in his voice, and that made you chuckle.

"Well, cats are adorable." You reassured him as you stood up, picking up your cat and holding it carefully close to him. "See?"

Shouta stared at your cat for a few seconds, his expression unreadable. Then, he reached out and stroked its chin gently with his index finger.

The cat leaned into the touch, rubbing its head against his hand. Suddenly, you couldn't contain your laughter.

The man lifted his head, blinking in confusion. As he met your gaze, he joined in, huffing, the sound mixing with a chuckle.

"You're such a dork." You smiled, calming your laughter.

"Yeah..." he mumbled, "I guess so." He added, smiling down at the cat.

For a moment you only stared at each other before you spoke up again. "We should get going." You stated, glancing at the clock on the kitchen's wall. "We still have to go to our jobs." You explained.

"Sure." Shouta nodded, standing up from the table. He helped you clean up the dishes, leaving before you so he'd get the chance to stop by his house and change.

When you arrived at work, you walked over to your office, dropping your bag on the desk before plopping down in your chair.

You groaned as you pushed the thick stack of papers in front of you to the side, deciding to deal with them later.

Instead, you leaned back in your chair, closing your eyes. The muffled sounds of chatting in the hallway created a soothing background to your mind.

A few minutes later, however, your phone vibrated on your desk, startling you from your dazed state. You glanced at the screen, noticing a text notification.

'Would you like to meet at the cafe near campus tomorrow afternoon?'

A small, content smile graced your lips as you tapped out your reply.

'Sure. See you then.' After sending your reply, you placed your phone back on your desk, turning your attention towards the stack of papers.

It didn't feel like it took you long to fill out the pile. But when you were done, it was past lunchtime. You pushed your chair back and stood up, stretching your arms and popping your back before walking out of your office.

Just as you left the room, you ran into Mic, who was walking toward the teachers' room. "Oh! Hey there, Hiz! What's up?"

"Hello, buddy! Just passing by. Where are you off to? I haven't chatted with you in a while." He commented with his excited tone of voice, placing his hands on his hips.

"Oh, you know, work stuff. Nothing special, just paperwork." You brushed it off.

Hizashi nodded. "Alright, then. See ya later, sweetie! I'm in a hurry now." He excused himself, and you smiled at him reassuringly. He waved at you as he walked away, and you resumed your way to the break room.

When you stepped in, you immediately spotted Shouta, who was sitting in a chair, his laptop open on the table in front of him. He seemed to be immersed in whatever he was working on.

You approached the table, your thoughts dancing with a mix of curiosity and the remnants of morning warmth as you took a seat across from him. He glanced up at you. "Hey," he greeted, offering a nod in your direction.

"Hi." You replied, returning his nod with a smile before glancing down at his laptop. "Working on something interesting?"

He shook his head with a hint of a smirk. “Just plotting a lesson. And you, any adventures in paperwork?”

"Just finished it." You answered, and footsteps approaching the table echoed low in the room as the both of you turned to see Nemuri, who was embodying her provocative mood all over her demeanor.

She glanced between you and Shouta, her curiosity turning into a questioning eyebrow. "Hello, guys. Glad to see you getting along. How's it going?" She asked.

"Yeah. Everything's fine." Shouta told her with a quiet tone. He gave you a brief look, which you returned with one of your own.

"That's good to hear." Midnight smiled. "By the way, I was wondering where you disappeared to last night, but since I saw you here earlier, I assumed you had gotten home okay." She said, looking between the two of you.

You exchanged a glance with Shouta, silently agreeing to evade direct eye contact with her probing gaze. You knew that she would try to interrogate you if given the chance.

Then, she let out a sigh and shook her head, noticing your avoidance. "Fine, I'm not gonna pry anymore." She mumbled. "But know that if I find out something weird is going on between you two-"

"-then you can tell the others." You cut her off.

"Okay, alright." Nemuri rolled her eyes. "You know me too well. Just call me when you have time off. We need to catch up." She said, looking at you.

"Of course. I will." You nodded, gracing her with a smile.

Midnight's presence loomed for a moment longer before she seemed to relent. "Well, just remember, I'm always here if you need advice or someone to spill your secrets to," she said with a playful wink before sauntering away.

As she left, you let out a subtle sigh of relief, exchanging a glance with Shouta, both of you sharing a silent moment of gratitude for her understanding.

Once she was out of earshot, you turned back to Shouta, a subtle smirk playing on your lips. "See? Easy peasy. We just need to be careful."

He nodded in agreement, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Anyway, we probably shouldn't act so close in our workplace. We weren't like this, people will notice."

You nodded slowly, understanding what he meant. "Well, if it helps..." You shrugged nonchalantly. "If anyone asks, we'll just deny it."

Shouta chuckled lightly. "That doesn't exactly help the situation."

"They won't ask us anything like that." You argued. "Besides, we're not doing anything wrong."

He narrowed his eyes, a hint of suspicion plastered on them. "Are you considering what I said?" He asked.

You smirked. "Of course I am."

He sighed once more. “Okay. But please, let’s make sure not to draw any unnecessary attention."

"I promise." You swore. "But seriously, if anyone asks, we can just say that we understood each other when we got stuck in the elevator, which is still true." You reminded him.

He smiled. "True." He agreed, before standing up from his seat. "Now, I better get going. There's some important stuff I still have to check up on before the weekend arrives." He informed you.

"Okay." You smiled. "See you soon." You waved him goodbye, watching as he turned and headed toward the door.

- - -

As the seasons changed, so did the dynamic between Shouta and you. The once-muted glances that spoke volumes evolved into shared looks, brimming with a silent understanding that only the two of you comprehended. The air around you buzzed with unspoken words, and the interactions, once bound by professional constraints, now flowed with a natural ease.

One chilly evening, after facing down a particularly formidable villain, Aizawa found himself seeking refuge in a cozy little café with you. The warmth of the place mirrored the growing comfort in your friendship. The clinking of mugs and the gentle hum of conversation created a backdrop for your shared connection.

Seated across from each other, you couldn't help but reflect on the journey that brought you here. Shouta, usually stoic and reserved, would genuinely smile at your stories. The way your eyes sparkled with passion as you described the success of a challenging patient or the mischievous grin that accompanied tales of your exploits in life made him appreciate the person beyond the coworker. He realized that amidst the chaos of his profession, you slowly had become a source of solace.

Similarly, you discovered a side of Shouta that few were privileged to see. The subtle twinkle in his eyes when recalling a successful mission or the rare, genuine chuckle that escaped him during a particularly amusing story revealed a warmth beneath the stern exterior. Your conversations flowed effortlessly, free from the formalities that once constrained them.

The café, with its warm ambiance and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, became a witness to the blossoming connection between two unlikely friends.

This unexpected turn of events with Shouta brought a pleasant surprise into your life. The initial awkwardness gave way to a genuine connection, and despite his demanding schedule, the moments you managed to meet were always enjoyable.

As your relationship deepened, Shouta started spending nights at your place, preparing for his early departure to work with you. While you occasionally visited his home, the convenience of your proximity to the U.A. made your place the go-to.

Besides, Shouta's unexpected affection for your cat brought a delightful and endearing element to your shared experiences. His interactions with the feline added a touch of warmth and charm to your time together, showcasing a side of him that others rarely got to see.

During breaks from work, you both made it a ritual to visit the quaint cafe near campus. These moments became a cherished escape from the demands of your daily routines, offering a space for shared interests and the simple pleasure of each other's company.

Whether it was discussing mutual hobbies, sharing stories, or simply enjoying a quiet cup of coffee, these breaks became a haven of relaxation amid your busy lives.

At work, quiet collaboration became a norm during breaks, and observant colleagues noticed the absence of once-typical disagreements.

The unspoken understanding between you and Shouta added a new layer to your professional relationship, subtly altering the dynamics in the eyes of those closest to you.

In one of those breaks at the cafe, you found yourself sitting with Shouta during lunch hour, enjoying the calm atmosphere. The fragrant aroma of coffee wafted through the air as you exchanged stories and light conversation.

As you immerse yourselves in the moment, Hizashi, with his vibrant personality, strolled into the cafe. Spotting the two of you, he couldn't resist joining your table, his friendly grin stretching from ear to ear.

"Well, well! Look at this cozy little gathering. Mind if I join?" Hizashi chimed in, pulling a chair from a nearby table.

Smiling, you motioned for him to sit. "Of course not, Hizashi. Have a seat."

Hizashi sat down, immediately diving into the conversation. "So, what's the hot topic today, lovebirds?" He teased, winking playfully.

Shouta remained neutral, though he felt like rolling his eyes. "Just catching up. Nothing exciting."

Hizashi raised an eyebrow, his playful expression turning more observant. "You guys seem to be getting along pretty well lately. It's like there's a new vibe in the air when you're around each other."

Shouta glanced at you, a subtle nod confirming Hizashi's observation. Hizashi leaned back in his chair, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Ah, I see. The winds of change are blowing, huh? Are we witnessing the birth of something more than friendship?" Hizashi teased.

Shouta sighed, giving Hizashi a deadpan look. "It's not that dramatic, Hizashi. We're just... getting to know each other better."

Hizashi leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. "Getting to know each other better? That's how it starts! Next thing you know, love is in the air, and boom! Cupid's got you both in his sights."

You couldn't help but chuckle at Hizashi's theatrics, appreciating the lightheartedness he effortlessly brought into the conversation. Despite your mutual efforts to avoid attention, Hizashi's teasing had grown significantly, and dismissing it wasn't working anymore.

Shouta, on the other hand, sat there with an expression that seemed to be a mix of mild amusement and contemplation, as if he was silently considering the most effective ways to escape the whims of his overly enthusiastic friend.

Yamada, true to his nature, continued the banter, playfully pushing Shouta's buttons about the newfound friendship between you two.

His animated gestures and exaggerated expressions made the shop feel like a stage for his spontaneous performance. Despite the teasing, there was an underlying sincerity in Hizashi's eyes, and it was evident that he was genuinely happy.

"Come on, Shouta! You can't fool me with that 'nothing major' nonsense. I've seen the way you look at her. It's like someone cast a love spell on you!" Hizashi exclaimed, his arms flailing dramatically for emphasis.

Shouta merely grunted in response, his usual stoicism momentarily giving way to a small, almost imperceptible smile. He shot back, "Love spell? You've been spending too much time with Midnight."

Hizashi gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. "Shouta, my dear friend, love is a beautiful and magical thing. You should embrace it!"

A breath of laughter escaped your lips at the playful banter, thoroughly entertained by the friendly dynamic between the two teachers. Despite Shouta's reserved nature and Hizashi's flamboyant personality, the two complemented each other, creating a balance that could turn any place into an unexpectedly lively one.

The banter finally subsided, and Hizashi gave Shouta a final, encouraging pat on the back. "Alright, alright. I'll spare you from my love advice for now, but remember, I'm just a shout away if you need some guidance in matters of the heart!"

Shouta rolled his eyes but offered a small, appreciative nod. The air seemed to carry a hint of unspoken support, lingering like an echo in an empty room.

After the cafe rendezvous, the three of you walked back towards U.A., engaged in a light conversation about your day. However, Hizashi, being the perceptive friend that he was, noticed a certain tension in Aizawa's demeanor.

Later that day, Hizashi found a moment when he and Shouta were alone in the teachers' room. He grinned, a mischievous spark in his eyes.

"Alright, Shouta, spill it. What's going on between you and [Y/n]?" Hizashi asked with a playful yet probing tone.

Shouta, who was engrossed in some paperwork, glanced up at Hizashi. "What are you talking about, Hizashi? Nothing is going on."

Hizashi raised an eyebrow, leaning against Shouta's desk. "Please, I've known you for ages. There's something different. Spill the beans, my friend."

Shouta sighed, realizing that Hizashi wasn't going to drop the subject easily. "It's just... we've been spending more time together, that's all. Nothing major."

Hizashi nudged him with his elbow, a knowing smile on his face. "Come on, Shouta. You're not fooling anyone. There's a spark there. I can practically see it."

Shouta scratched his head, a hint of discomfort in his expression. "It's not that simple. We're just friends, getting to know each other better. That's it."

Hizashi sighed dramatically, feigning disappointment. "Shouta, my man, you've got to learn to embrace these things. Life's too short to keep everything bottled up. If you like spending time with [Y/n], just go with it. Who knows where it might lead?"

Shouta grunted in response, clearly not entirely convinced. Hizashi, however, was determined to be the voice of reason.

"Look, Shouta, I've seen you buried in work and responsibilities for as long as I can remember. You deserve a bit of happiness too. If [Y/n] is bringing that into your life, don't push it away. Talk to her. Figure it out. It's about time you let yourself enjoy something good," Hizashi advised with a sincere undertone beneath his usual exuberance.

The black-haired man sighed again, nodding in reluctant acknowledgment. The blonde patted him on the back, offering a supportive grin. "Just think about it, alright? And remember, I'm here to offer advice whenever you need it," Hizashi teased, earning another appreciative nod from Shouta.

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kalieros · 1 year

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Warning: nsfw below the break, minors DNI!

Coworker!Kiri who goes out of his way to tell you hello while he passes you in the hallway at work, flashing that toothy grin

Coworker!Kiri who messes with you while you work and teases you when he visits your department throughout the day

Coworker!Kiri who definitely does not need to be in your department or in the break room at the same time as you but somehow ends up there anyway

Coworker!Kiri who looks at you with doe eyes and watches you walk away, his eyes lingering a little lower; his friends rib him when you're out of earshot

Coworker!Kiri who helps you put up your display because you're too short and tells you he's happy to help you, letting it slip that he'd do "anything for you"

Coworker!Kiri who sees you succeed on a huge project at work and tells you he's happy to see you smile like that

Coworker!Kiri who absolutely 100% thinks about that smile on his drive home and how he hopes to see it again tomorrow

Coworker!Kiri who also 100% goes home and fists his cock to the thought of your cute little face looking up at him almost every night

Coworker!Kiri who tries not to look but has definitely memorized every underwear set you own, looking down your shirt and up your skirt at any chance

Coworker!Kiri who loses his mind just thinking about you on your knees, taking his cock into your mouth and finishing all over that pretty sheer blouse

Coworker!Kiri who fantasizes about folding you over his desk, shoving up that barely work-appropriate little black skirt, pushing your panties to the side and ramming into your tight pussy

Coworker!Kiri who wishes he could pull you into the back room, sit you on the desk, and put your thighs over his shoulders to taste your slutty juices all over his tongue over and over again

Coworker!Kiri who gets dizzy just thinking about you riding his cock in his office on lunch break, your hair messy, tits bouncing out of your unbuttoned blouse, his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet

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jomamaofficial · 10 months

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Not sure if u do all Mha characters but could u do an all might angst of him having a daughter he doesn’t pay attention much too?

The Chronicles of A Hero's Daughter (Father!All Might and Daughter!Reader Angst Oneshot)

A/N: Anon, I’m not going to lie, when I first read this request, I was like ehh… idk if I’ll enjoy writing that. And then I actually sit down and write it, and I’m like, WHAT IN THE WORLD, WHY AM I SO INVESTED IN THIS. So anon, you are a genius and you made my day with this request <3. I hope you have as much fun reading this as I had writing it. TW: Mentions of blood. Masterlist Edit: Part 2 Word Count: 3548. Summary: Adopted by All Might at the age of five, Toshinori Y/N was being trained to become the ninth user of One For All. With the quirk Element which gave you the ability to control all four classical elements: Air, Water, Fire, and Earth, you were set for victory in the hero-society. However, after your quirk was stolen, your path led astray, the clear neglect was getting obvious, day by day, as your father found a new student to mentor.

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The phone didn’t even ring for a second and he had already picked it up.

“Y/N, my child, could you get the door? Midoriya-Shounen has come to visit.”

Silently, you obeyed your father as you promptly left your work.

Midoriya Izuku. It was a popular name in the Toshinori household. His name managed to sneak into every dinner conversation, and every evening walk.

And now, he was just outside the door, seconds away from intruding your peace.

You released a breath, fingers on the door handle. Your shoulders dropped down low and you straightened your spine, standing an inch or two taller.

It was finally time to meet him.

So with your best rehearsed smile that still didn’t reach your eyes, and your well rehearsed speech playing continuously in your suffocating mind, you opened the door.

A bouquet of flowers and an earnest grin– this was the first time you met Midoriya Izuku.

A few seconds passed as both of you stood still, your throat running slightly dry as you saw confusion build up in the young man’s face.

“Um”, he took a gulp and stepped back. “I’m looking for the Toshinori household…?”

You blinked at him before clearing your throat.

“Yeah, you’re at th- um, yeah this is- I mean, I am-”

“Midoriya-Shounen!”

A loud and hearty voice greeted the young boy with a warm hug, apron on, spatula in one hand. You winced as you rubbed the shoulder your father swiftly brushed past.

You pressed your lips together as you stood beside the embracing pair, hands behind your back as you hid them further into your sweater.

“Five minutes early as always, my boy! Come on in!”

With an excited nod, the boy stepped inside the house, slipping his shoes off into the side of the genkan before following your father into the living room.

Unspoken words remained discarded in your mouth.

And they led, and you followed.

“You have a lovely house, All Might! I was really afraid I was going to run late. I had a bit of a heart attack when someone else opened the door… I thought I took down the wrong address, my mother told me it would happen but I was so surprised that I didn’t even think to confirm it beforehand or anything and it was so-”

“Midoriya-Shounen, please. Relax,” Toshinori chuckled, resting his hand on the worried boy’s shoulders. “You are here now. Please, sit down.”

Midoriya ran his hand to the back of his hair, sheepishly rubbing it as he took a seat across from you. His cheeks became flushed as his fingers adjusted the neck of his sweater.

Toshinori rushed into the kitchen without another word, grabbing a plate of meticulously placed mochi in one hand, and a tray with two glasses and a pitcher of water in the other.

Midoriya immediately got up as he saw his mentor struggle through the narrow doorway, extending his arms to take the tray from him.

They set the delicacies on the glass table, and without being told, Midoriya placed three coasters that were piled on the side of the table. His nimble hands made quick work of removing the glasses and pitcher from the tray.

“Always a step ahead, my son!” Toshinori commended with a proud grin that stretched across his tired face.

You moved to the side to make space for your father, tensing your legs so you could cramp yourself in the tiny corner of your tiny sofa.

‘My son’.

You watched as your father approached you, a glass of water in hand. Your eyes brightened.

But your fingers barely brushed the cold glass before your father walked past you.

The loud shut of the door shut the sparkle in your gaze and your jaw seized as you observed Midoriya, who moved to the side for your father who sat in the remaining space.

Your hands immediately guarded the sliver of your exposed neck, the pads of your finger rubbing against your collarbone.

Their lengthy conversation bled into a distance, and like a required prop, you just sat in the corner, spacing out onto the clear surface of the table that stood in between, dividing the pride and the disappointment.

Your lips became dry as the shallow inhales and exhales latched onto the chapped skin of your lips.

Water.

You needed water.

But the only glasses in the room glared back at you, half-empty.

“Oh, I’m sorry… Did I take your glass by mistake?”

Midoriya caught on quickly, his eyebrows furrowing apologetically.

You opened your mouth, drawing a breath in until-

“Fret not Midoriya-Shounen, the glass was yours. I must have forgotten to bring the third glass, there wasn’t enough space on the tray, you see.”

Your father had responded once again. And your unspoken words were discarded before they could even be said.

“Y/N, go get yourself a glass, if you please. And on your way, maybe refill the jug too?”

Midoriya stood up with the jug in his hand, “allow me to help you Toshinori-san!”

“Ah nonsense, she can do it herself, my son.”

Placing a hand on his shoulder, your father sat Midoriya back down. “We don’t need to ruin the flow of our conversation, young man! We have much to speak about.”

Midoriya tensed his brows as his gaze lowered. But in the end, with a curt nod, he settled into the comfort of his seat and the jug was placed back on the coaster.

Hours passed. Evening twilight wound into night darkness. The bags under Toshinori’s eyes held greater weight, yet his dark vacant eyes held the reflection of the green-haired man in front of him, gleaming in a halo of pride.

It wasn’t until Toshinori’s lungs gave way to a bloody cough that the pair realised that the jug was empty.

It wasn’t until the pair halted their conversation, glasses in hand, that they realised that the sofa in front of them was empty.

After the last few finishing touches, you stepped back with a breath of relief; your aching hips required some support from your hands, but the corners of your mouth twitched.

An infectious pride was blooming in the depths of your chest, painting a ray of sunshine onto your cloudy face. The apples of your cheeks, full and bare; the crinkle of your eye, unfamiliar but genuine. You held your chin up high with your sleeves rolled to your elbows.

“It looks amazing, Y/N-chan!”

You basked in the sonorous sound of your supervisor, who had just stepped besides you.

“This is revolutionary, Y/N-chan, it truly is… I expected one or two sketch designs, but you… I have no words for how proud I am…”

Your lips turned upwards as you met your supervisor’s eyes, beaming her a wide grin before turning back to your exhibition where before you, set delicately, was the accumulation of two years of hard work.

Five scaled down prototypes of iron suits were set on display– standing tall and noble. Each suit was paired with leaflets in their respective stands, with a bold font printed across the face: ‘The Iron Suit and the Quirkless Hero’.

“I couldn’t afford any mistakes sensei… I just couldn’t. This was my dream. It’s been my dream since I was a child...”

And your inner child couldn’t let it go.

So you grabbed her tiny hand, and pulled her far away from her sorrows, protecting her, nourishing her.

The manifestation of the first quirk was regarded as a mystical phenomena; straight out of a sci-fi movie. But as time passed, quirk manifestations spread into common reality. ‘Professional Heroes’– a profession that would have garnered snickers and laughs a century ago, became the most sought after job globally. As the occurrence of a quirk grew, the government instilled quirk academies to scout the best and strongest quirk. Businesses began funding them when the first few heroes were churned out, and so the race to become the number one hero began from age five for many families.

Like all races, it was a test of strength, endurance, and resilience. It wasn’t for the faint of heart, and only the most courageous could join it.

But there were some who just couldn’t join the race? Not because they didn’t want to, no. But because they didn’t even have the legs to reach the starting line.

Toshinori Y/N was adopted by Toshinori Yagi at the age of five. And already, by such a young age, you were sprinting far far ahead.

Your quirk was Element– the ability to control all four classical elements: Air, Water, Fire, and Earth. Your father watched as he created the most powerful vessel for his ultimate goal: to turn his daughter into the ninth user of One For All.

You had the motivation, you had the strength.

You were thrown head-first into the twisted fate of hero society where nothing could bring greater joy than breaking yourself in the name of progress.

Hero society was a place where the pain of training was the sweetness of improvement, and the scars and fractures were the evidence of determination.

So one fateful day as all good things came to an end, you were walking back home, hair pulled back in two pigtails with a kitty lunchbox in one hand. A bag way too big hung on your ten-year-old shoulders, and your quirk was ripped away, gone forever.

The planes of the neighbourhood harboured pained screams of a disturbed soul that haunted every passing parent for the next two months.

Your legs were torn away in the middle of the race. And all you could do was stare at the passersby who mocked you as you tried to contain your spilling blood in order to survive.

Your smile faded and the storm had returned. Your memories were a recurring nightmare.

And you couldn’t wake up from them.

“Your father will be so, so proud of you, Toshinori-san.”

“Mmm…”

You pressed your lips together, lowering your eyes.

“I know he’ll be proud of you.”

You felt her comforting hand squeeze yours.

“Yes, sensei. He will be.”

Hours went past since your exhibition started. Countless people and countless pats on the back. It was a haze.

“Your call has been forwarded to the automated messaging sys-”

“For god’s sake.”

You cut the phone.

The lines on your forehead deepened as the number of missed calls grew.

Where was he?

Mentally, you replayed this morning’s conversation with your father. You had vividly remembered that you told him three times: “my exhibition is at five, dad. Please don’t be late.”

You had set alarms on his phone with small reminders attached to them: one at 4:00 PM, one at 4:15 PM, and one at 4:30 PM.

Where was he?

Your heart beat a bitter drum as you watched some fathers with roses in one hand whilst the other was pressed against their hips as they gasped for air.

“I couldn’t be late for my angel’s exhibition now could I?”

It was 9:00 PM.

The crowd had died down and you watched as they drained out: proud fathers holding their daughter’s hand, embracing them in unconditional love. Your once eager eyes were tired, exhausted from searching and scanning for the only face you had internally begged for.

Had you not expected it, you would have cried.

Your thumb hovered over your father’s name on your phone, hesitant.

But there was no point. You switched your phone off.

“Hana,” you asked the few friends that were left, “can you help me pack my things please?”

The pitch black darkness dragged the walk back to the nearest bus station. With your hands occupied with bags that contained the remains of your exhibition, periodically, you peered at the dimly-lit empty street behind you.

The street lights flickered sporadically, teasing your lone steps that were getting faster and faster.

The bus ride home was fine. You met a few friends waiting at the stop with their parents. Although when alone on the outer seat, hood still up, your eyes may have lingered too long at the napping daughters resting their head on their smiling fathers’ shoulders.

Your stop approached in forty-five minutes.

It was 10:36 PM when you got off the bus. The usual hustle of your neighbourhood had settled, so it wasn’t too hard to spot a head with green, curly hair leisurely walking towards your bus stop.

“Midoriya-kun?”

The young boy lifted his head from his phone to look around.

You gave him a hesitant wave, receiving a warm smile in return.

“Toshinori-san?” he asked, taking off his earphones.

“Uh, yeah, it’s me.”

You shoved your hands in your pockets.

“Wha- what are you doing here?” you blurted, staring at the ground.

The abrasive nature of your words caused Midoriya to stand straighter. He blinked a few times before answering.

“Oh um, All Might called me over for a chat. He told me you weren’t home so he said it would be a good chance to discuss more… things?”

The young boy ended his sentence with a wavering voice, getting quieter as he saw your body stiffen.

In the moments of your wordless exchange, a warm ache began to develop in the walls of your skull.

Midoriya’s gaze, which was travelling to and fro, fixed upon the bags hanging from your wrists.

“How about you? Um… Where did you come back from?”

Your mind tried to console your heart, hushing the bubbling feelings of resentment towards the boy in front of you.

You let out a sigh, letting your shoulders drop low.

You were tired.

“I came back from an exhibition.”

“Oh really? Were you presenting? Is that what the bags are for?”

Your lips found themselves smiling at Midoriya’s observation.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “they have my exhibition prototypes in them.”

Your ears perked up at the approaching sounds of relaxed footsteps.

“May I see them please?” Midoriya asked.

Finally, you lifted your head to meet his eyes.

You mumbled, passing him the bag with your prototype inside. “Yeah… sure.”

Minutes passed in complete silence. Timid glances found themselves analysing the look on Midoriya’s face, who was carefully reading the contents of your pamphlet, cross-checking it with your prototype. You felt a warm flush on your cheeks as the boy looked up at you, eyes wide and bright.

“You made this? By yourself?”

He was baffled: eyebrows raised, eyes twinkling. You pressed your lips together in attempts to hide your grin as you nodded.

“It took me two years.”

Midoriya carefully placed your prototypes back into their respective boxes, passing the bag back into your hands.

“I didn’t expect this at all- I mean, of course, you’re All Might’s daughter but just, being quirkless and everything? I just-” his expressive face comforted yours.

“You’re so cool, Toshinori-san. You’re so cool!”

The swells of your cheeks began hurting as you stared at Midoriya, your waterline becoming annoyingly emotional.

“Thank you, Midoriya-kun…”

“Please,” he chimed, “call me Izuku.”

You let out a chuckle just this once, sneaking a swipe to wipe the corner of your eyes.

“In that case, please call me Y/N.”

Izuku’s wide grin ignited a mellow flame in your disappointed heart. You cursed your heart for every ill thought that crossed your mind about the boy that stood in front of you.

“I am honoured to meet a brilliant mind like yours Y/N-san… The amount of lives this can save… The amount of innocent lives this can protect from harassment… You’re amazing Y/N-san,” he repeated, bowing down.

You blushed, your hands immediately reaching out towards the young boy to lift him up, “oh, Izuku-kun, please don’t bow…”

“My younger self thanks you Y/N-kun…” he whispered.

There was a small crack in his soft voice.

Your eyebrows twitched and the cold air travelled through the small opening in your mouth.

“What do you mean, ‘younger self’...?”

Midoriya’s big green eyes were frosted on the surface. He straightened his back, staring off into the distance.

“I’m sure your father told you, Y/N-san”, he cleared his throat.

“I was born quirkless.”

Your fingers felt cold.

“Quirkless…?”

“Yes. I was born quirkless. The doctors didn’t know what caused it. My parents had a quirk. My mother can float small objects towards her. And my father has a powerful quirk: fire breathing.”

His voice began quivering and the young boy had to take a pause.

“All I wanted as a young child was to become All Might. I still do, to be honest. I had a little All Might onesie. And my mother bought me all the All Might action figures. I would play hero with her. She used to act like a citizen in distress and for that short amount of time, I was her hero. And that led to me wanting to become everyone’s hero.”

His tears reflected the moonlight waning in the sombre sky.

“I was five years old when I was told my dreams were basically worthless. That I should give up… and become a police officer.”

You bit the inside of your cheeks, hiding your hands inside your pockets.

“I didn’t eat for three days. I couldn’t stomach anything, so at some point, I-I guess I ended up fainting, and my mom had to rush me into the ER.”

Two bodies stood underneath the cold, clinical street light, incredibly still.

But the loud noises pinched you to disturb the silence.

You had to know.

“But… what about your quirk now?”

The door creaked open into a fully-lit living room. Toshinori was sitting in front of the television, phone in hand, swiping through his texts.

Trays and glasses– two glasses exactly– were lazing on the table with cubes of melting ice piled up on the bottom. The cushions were moved to the side, and the couch covers relaxed comfortably with deep wrinkles.

An unnoticed figure slipped inside the house and Toshinori felt two eyes settle onto him.

“Y/N, when did you come back?”

Nothing.

“My child,” he stood up, reaching towards your shoulder.

You shrugged his hand off as soon as it touched you, lost in the voices consuming your mind.

“Y/N! What is the meaning of this?”

“It’s eleven.”

“What do you-”

“It’s eleven!”

Your father’s body tensed as he stepped back, his brows knitted in pain and confusion.

Your throat, strained and dry, struggled to find words as it battled against the bitter rise of bile.

Your jaw trembled as your eyes burnt with unshed tears in the now blurring room. The cries of betrayal felt so weak. What should have been anger– a hellflame spreading throughout your house, came out a sniffle and singular tear. Anger that should have engulfed the sounds in the room and overpowered the drone of the television and the tick of the passing time was nothing but suppressed by the overbearing eyes that scrunched in concern.

“What do I have to do to get you to pay attention to me, dad? What do I have to do…” you weeped, your hands consoling your own body because no one else present could.

The cries of betrayal felt so weak because it was someone else’s incompetency, someone else’s fault that pained your wailing heart. And the cries of a wailing heart begging to be loved was a silent sound that overpowered all sense of self.

“What does he have that I don’t, dad? What did he do that I failed to do?”

You broke down into his arms. You found refuge despite his false embrace; it repulsed you because you knew it was going to be short-lived.

It was a fake.

“Why did I have to find out that my father was quirkless from someone else’s mouth?”

You felt his chest fall as your father squeezed you tighter.

“Why didn’t you tell me, dad?” you whispered.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I’m so sorry…”

“Am I not worthy enough… Was I not worthy enough to find out?”

Your ears preened, begging for reassurance, begging to hear: ‘that’s not true my child’.

But it never came.

“I’m sorry for not being strong enough, dad… I’m sorry for letting him steal my quirk, dad.”

You tore away from his chest, sniffling away your tears for the last time.

“But why didn’t you tell me that One For All could work with quirkless too?”

Toshinori crossed his hands in front of him as he averted his gaze from yours.

“Why can’t you talk to me? Was I not good enough! Am I so weak without my quirk? That you blindly gave your power away to a boy you met a day ago! Dad, look at me!” you screamed, far too lost to control yourself. “Why couldn’t you give it to me, your own goddamn daughter? What did I not do dad, what did I not do!”

Why did All Might extend his hand to save Midoriya, when his daughter gave up her whole life to burn for his dreams?

His silence spoke a thousand words, so it was about time you spoke your final words.

“You’re a great hero, dad. But that’s all you’ll ever be… you’ve been a great hero but you’ll never be a great dad.”

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I saw this earlier, and I had to drop everything to write it down. I'm dedicating this to my bestie whose tags on this post inspired me @aizawas-non-right-foot I love you so much sweetheart ❤️

Title : Carry my baby

Characters : Aizawa/ Fem reader

Genre : NSFW/ 18+/ fluff/ Imagine

Trigger warning (I guess) : Breeding kink

Please do not read if you're a minor

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

Okay but imagine..

You and Shōta have been married for almost three years, the happiest of both your lives.

You live together in your cozy little love-filled apartment that you wouldn't trade for any riches in the planet.

Your world is brimful with wonderful friends, fulfilling jobs, and most importantly, with one another. It's all you ever wanted, and it's all you'll ever need.

However, there is one tiny thing that would turn your joyous existence into perfection, something that you have never talked about until today.

_ "Are you sure about this y/n?"

You wait until he places his book on the nightstand before straddling him, and he wastes no time nuzzling your neck and sneaking his fingers under your shirt to caress the tender skin of your belly and fondle your exposed thighs.

_ "I am! I've never been more sure of anything in my life Shōta." you push him against the headboard and give him a stern look to prove your point.

_ "I would love that," he smiles tenderly, eyes meeting yours in a doting gaze, "I've always wanted you to be the mother of my child, even before we got married."

_ "Really?! You've been thinking about it for that long?" you cradle his cheeks as you practically shriek.

_ "Yeah yeah I know, it's lame isn't it?" he lowers his gaze and you can clearly see a hint of the blush dusting his skin.. adorable.

_ "No it's not," you place a small kiss on his nose, "it's sweet, just like you."

He chuckles, but he's obviously still embarrassed with his revelation, "we were a bit young when we got married, and at the time you were new at work and still trying to figure things out, and it didn't feel right to overwhelm you with something huge like having a baby," his arms sneak around your waist and pull you closer to him, "we're married after all, and we have a life time ahead of us."

Your lips capture his as soon as he stops talking. This man, your man manages to make you fall in love with him deeper each passing day, and you never miss the chance to remind him of what he means to you:

_ "My everything.." and you don't care how silly uttering such words would make you sound, you mean them and you'll keep repeating them until the day you die.

You melt in his hold as you feel him smiling against your lips, and open your mouth to welcome his smooth tongue in.

Your fingers lace themselves through his raven locks as you unconsciously roll your hips against his bulge.

It seems to surprise him, and he abruptly breaks the kiss, leaving you whining as you follow his lips.

_ "Are you really sure about this honey? This is your last chance to reconsider."

_ "I'm sure, I don't want to postpone it any longer, I want to have your baby Shōta, someone you and I can love and raise together, please.. impregnate me."

You feel him twitching underneath you after moaning your last words, he will not waste anytime fulfilling your desire, and his.

Your shirt goes flying across the room, and your bra follows it right after, leaving you only in your underwear.

_ "Gorgeous.." your husband growls, cupping your breasts and fondling your nipples as he trails butterfly kisses along your cleavage before latching onto your perky teats.

You tilt your head back and bite down on your lip while still grinding on top of him.

_ "Shōta.. that feels so good." you're out of breath already, but you're craving his touch.

He flips you on your back and peels off his own shirt and sweatpants before settling between your legs and attacking your lips again.

His kisses are hungry, eager and demanding, and you can't keep up with him.

His lips move down, nibbling on your neck and sucking a perfect red mark on your collarbone.

_ "Shōta.. I'm going to have.. a hard time.. covering that tomorrow." you mean to scold him, but all that comes out of you is a whine.

_ "Don't worry babe, I'll strangle whoever dares to look at you." he's obviously joking, and his seriousness makes it even funnier.

You giggle softly and the kisses on your tummy stop as he lifts his head up and gives you a quizzical look.

_ "I love you Shōta." that's all you want to say, and his response comes soon after as he smiles tenderly and kisses your belly again and again and again, whispering "I love you more" between soft pecks.

He travels down further until he's mere centimeters away from your pussy, and you squeeze your eyes shut while biting the back of your hand when he pulls down your panties and places gentle kisses along your lower lips.

He rests your legs on top of his shoulders and dives in like a hungry dog. His tongue licks around your clit before sucking hard, and his hands move up to search for yours. You release the skin between your lips and intertwine your fingers with his.

_ "Shōta! Slow down I'm gonna cum!" you tighten your hold on his fingers and arch your back when his slick tongue fucks your pussy mercilessly.

But then it all stops..

He sits up, licking his lips and smirking seductively.

_ "Not yet honey, not before I fill you up with my seeds," he places a hand on your tummy, "not until I make sure you're nice and pregnant,"

You are speechless, and you are barely able to wait until he fulfills his promise.

He removes his boxers and you gulp at the sight that you will never get used to, no matter how many times you see.

His raging hard cock bounces up proudly and you watch eagerly as your husband pumps it a few times before alligning himself with your cunt and rubbing the smooth head against your folds, "I can't wait to see your round belly," he grunts and your pussy flutters at his words.

He pushes in gently, leaning all his weight on top of you, and stealing your lips in a deep slow kiss.

He pulls out to the tip before slamming back into your core and swallowing all your whimpers.

You dig your nails in his back and spread your legs wider for him.

His thrusts become faster and deeper, licking your cervix with each push of his hips.

_ "I will put a baby in you.. fuck.. you will be the most beautiful pregnant woman in the world.. mine."

_ "Yes! Yes! Shōta don't stop! I'm cumming!" his words drive you insane, and his thrusts push you closer to your blissful ending.

He's throbbing inside of you, a sign of his own nearing orgasm, "together honey.. ugh.. let's cum together."

You tighten up around him and cry out his name before throwing your head back as your pussy quivers around his shaft.

His thrusts become erratic and he fucks you throughout your orgasm until he reaches his own release, coating your gummy walls with his pearly seeds.

But even then he doesn't pull out, he keeps his cock buried deep inside of your fluttering cunt, "make sure not to waste a drop honey." he chuckles lazily before planting a soft kiss on your lips.

_ "Even if I do, you'll fuck me again, and again, and again, until I'm carrying your baby." you whisper seductively and nibble on his earlobe.

_ "Fuck.. why are you doing this to me?" he kisses you again, deeper this time, stealing your breath away.

_ "I love you y/n, more than you know."

_ "I love you too Shōta, my everything."

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