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yuki4amano · 24 days

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Timeless love. Chapter 1, Unspoken.

Yuki Amano found herself standing at a distance, her gaze fixed on Izuku Midoriya, the boy who had captured her heart with his unwavering determination and kind heart. Conflicting emotions churned within her as she watched him walk confidently among his peers, his green hair standing out like a beacon of hope and strength in the bustling schoolyard.

Despite her admiration for him, there seemed to be an insurmountable chasm between them. She, a recluse, too shy to speak to him, while he, a hero in the making, destined for greatness. The thought of them being together felt like a distant dream, shrouded in doubt and uncertainty.

Her heart burned with desire for him, yet it was frozen with doubt and fear. What could he possibly see in her—a plain and unremarkable girl who preferred the company of books over people? And yet, she couldn't shake off her feelings for him.

Interrupting her thoughts, a voice called out her name, and she turned to see her classmate, Hitoshi, waving her over. Reluctantly tearing her gaze away from Izuku, she made her way towards Hitoshi, wondering if he could sense the turmoil within her.

As they walked to their next class together, Yuki stole a few glances at Izuku, her heart aching with longing and confusion. She couldn't predict what the future held for them, but she knew one thing for certain—she would always carry a piece of him with her, no matter what.

During lunch period, Yuki sat at her usual spot in the bustling school cafeteria. The familiar sounds of students chattering and laughing surrounded her, creating a comforting background noise. She took a small sip of her coconut milk, relishing in its cool, refreshing taste that calmed her jittery nerves.

Her gaze drifted over to the noisy group of students at the neighboring table, where Izuku Midoriya was engrossed in conversation with Uraraka. A pang of jealousy and insecurity shot through her, despite knowing that she had no right to feel that way. After all, she and Izuku barely interacted.

Watching him so close to someone else stirred a deep ache in her heart. She couldn't help but compare herself to Uraraka, wondering if she fell short in Izuku's eyes. The air seemed charged with energy, a mixture of excitement and confusion, as their words bounced off each other.

Unbeknownst to Yuki, her form was also the object of Izuku's lingering gaze. His eyes mirrored her longing, a silent symphony of unspoken words and unanswered questions. He yearned to bridge the gap between them, to hold her tight and pour out his love into the wind, yet the weight of destiny held him back.

Uraraka slumped in her chair, rambling on about her test with a worried expression, while Iida nodded and offered words of encouragement. Todoroki quietly ate his cold soba, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Next to Yuki sat Shinso Hitoshi, quietly filling out a sudoku game on her phone. They shared a silent companionship, bonded by their introverted natures and love for puzzles. Shinso found solace in their friendship, especially with his insomnia.

As Yuki took another sip of her coconut milk, trying to distract herself from her feelings, she couldn't shake the nagging sensation that something was off. Glancing at Izuku again, her heart fluttered at the sight of him. She longed to know him and understand the connection she felt towards him.

Little did she know, Izuku felt the same way. He longed to tell her the truth, to reveal the history they shared, but he knew he had to tread carefully. Time was fragile, and they were both walking a delicate line.

The cafeteria was a symphony of chaos, yet amidst the whirlwind of activity, two hearts beat in perfect rhythm. Their past and future were entwined like a delicate dance, waiting to be uncovered and explored. Unaware of the invisible strings that bound them together, they sat in their worlds, watching each other with longing and unspoken words.

As the bell rang and the students dispersed, Yuki left the cafeteria with Shinso by her side, her steps heavy with unspoken words and unfulfilled desires. Little did she know of, Izuku's gaze following her, a silent plea waiting to be forged in the flames of destiny.

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years

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I NEED IT! I NEED SOME OF IT!!!

vigilante deku and villain reader please pleasee thank youu 👉👈

NAJSKDHBSJD OFC OMGG I HAVE JUST THE THOUGHT :D

Masterlist <3

Warning: mentions of attempted assault...

Vigilante!Izuku x Villain!Reader

The greenette had been all over the news lately. Of course he has. He's always had a flare for the dramatic.

You, on the other hand, were a little different. You liked to keep yourself free of public attention.

The two of you were just so fundamentally different, that it's just genuinely difficult for you to imagine anything going on between you and him, despite how much he likes to tease and follow you around like a lost puppy.

At least your causes weren't that different though.

He had turned away the chance to become a hero because the title no longer meant anything. It no longer held the same wonder and prestige that it did.

The former heroes are powerless against the government, and law by law, their freedom has been stripped away, taking the magic away from what being a hero once was.

He wanted the freedom to actually be a real hero, without the threat of lawsuit, or the government officials breathing down his neck. He wasn't interested in going to dinner parties with rich snobs, or enforcing laws that were made to be weaponised against groups of innocent citizens.

Everywhere he turned, there was inequality and injustice, from women's rights being taken away, to the demonisation of the poor. He was sick of only being a hero to the rich man. So he turned his back on the legality, because the laws were wrong. He even had AllMight's blessing. He had built a fanbase. The people loved him. You love him.

But you weren't doing this for any greater cause. You were just fucking sick of living in poverty and being spat on by the public and the government. You had been labelled a villain.

Although, the main factor that lead to this label was the evidence provided in court after you had murdered two men in an alley while walking home from work in the dark.

You were a little more than just different from Izuku.

He wanted to save lives. You were okay with cutting them short.

Although the circumstances were very much "kill or be killed" at the time, the law still sees you as a murderer first, and a victim second. So you had ran away from everything. You couldn't get a job, thanks to the fact that you were now a fugitive, and so you had taken to robbing banks, and big industry stores.

At least you had an ethical code though. No stealing from charities, small businesses, or the elderly or disabled. You were completely okay with robbing the dick dressed in an ironed and dry cleaned suit who had just verbally assaulted a homeless man, though.

When Izuku saw this, he laughed, and said "Power to you..."

Don't you just love a feminist man.

You and this fluffy haired, skinny boy had hung out after that for a while, and he had fallen head over heels with you. You were obsessed too, but you weren't sure if you were good enough for him. You had continuously been disadvantaged, and you didn't want to be his disadvantage.

You just couldn't take it.

But he just won't stop bugging you!

Jesus Christ, it's honestly like travelling around with a five year old on a sugar high.

"Pleaaase will you date me? What about now?

"No."

"What about now?"

"No."

"Okay... What about... Nnnnnow-"

"Oh for crying out loud!!"

He was really starting to wear you down, and to be honest, it's hard to say no so many times to something you want so bad. Something that's right there...

"Fine! I'll fucking date you okay? Now shut your stupid face, or I'll shoot that stupidly good looking face off your face!"

He shut up alright. It's pretty hard to talk to someone while your smashing your lips against theirs. You're sure not even the great Deku could do that.

It's like the day chooses this perfect moment to brighten, and the sun comes out from the clouds making a previously, dark and lonely looking street brighten up and transform.

Your eyes widen as he grabs both sides of your face, biting your lip and pushing his tongue into your mouth to woo you. What an idiot. How is this working? The tenseness in your shoulders loosens and you relax as you allow yourself to lean into a kiss that's actually... quite good. How does this little nerd kiss so good?

When he pulls away to smirk at you teasingly, only pressing another quick peck to your lips, he winks at you, one of his hands lowering to your waist while you sigh, resting your forehead against his shoulder.

"So... Go team?"

He snorts and buries a hand in your hair, happy that he can finally stop chasing you, and have you as his own now.

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snowywolf1005 · 5 months

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VIGILANTE DEKU X FEMALE VILLAIN READER

HEADCANONS

You hear the hero lost the war. And town turn to a break down.

Your power is anything. (Sing like uta from one piece, and witch, you can summons any monster you think)

You will always be on your own. If you are hungry, you go to a broken store. But sometimes you feel like being watched.

But you guess it, it deku. He always follows you for no reason (maybe the hero of his veshoin is telling him to follow you. Because they know you in danger)

But you are not in danger, for some reason you don't mind. You just hide, and deku will look for you.

You are good at fighting. And your ride a motorcycle:

And weapons:

So yeah, you and deku never talk to each other. When villains try to fight you, Deku fight them.

But you can handle it easily. But still, he is still following you.

I think he might be in love with you.

You kinda hate it at some point. Oh yeah, here are your clothes. You were:

You always wear it. But you always pick up a fight when there is danger like villain attack.

When you get a cut, or your leg is cut off, it grows(the demon slayer, like akaza, heals his body full speed)

Deku didn't realize but did see it. He was surprised to see by that.

But you did realize of deku past and friends, and why he left U.A, you never thought he been through this.

You wanna know why, cause you see through his memories. And yes, that also your power, like you think what power you want.

Oh yeah, new headcanons are coming up. You better be hurry.

#mha x female reader #mha x reader #mha deku #mha deku x reader #deku x fem!reader #vigilante deku x reader #vigilante deku #vigilante!izuku

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hirachan · 2 years

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Hello 🥰

Can you do some Villain Deku x fem. Reader pls?

(And the reader is a hero?)

okayyy so I literally cannot see Deku as a villian almost at all, but I CAN see him as a vigilante, so it'll be more vigilante style, hope you dont mind. I actually rlly liked this and ended up writing twice as much as I should have LOLOL

**REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!** Feel free to send me an ask and I’ll write it for you! Remeber to check the rules first.

All you ever wanted. //Vigilante Izuku x Pro Hero!Reader

contains: angsty shit, Izuku has an obsession with reader, slight yandere themes here.

The weather is foggy, which is strange since it's only 5:40AM. Sadly, you had gotten the short end of the straw, hence you had to get up early and patrol today. Atleast the beach was close by, and when you could have sworn there was no activity you headed over to the shore. It seemed like things the past few days have all gone to head, but the inevitable here is that you had to deal with it anyway. The only thing stopping you from breaking down is the faint warm sunlight visible in the thick smoke.

You sat down in the sand, and the sun slowly started to rise above the waters.

You could have sworn you heard something, but were too worn down to go check the slight commotion, until you heard it again.

This time you were quite concerned, so you turned around. Your senses were telling you that something, someone was stalking in your direction, slowly.

"You could be so much more." A voice called out withing the fog. He was behind you, how could he have gotten behind you? A pair of green eyes and a silhouette could now be visible.

"…What..?"

"I said, you could be so much more, it's such a shame your potential is being wasted here." Was he talking about you?"

"Uh- being where I am now, that's most then what more can accomplish-"

"Anyone can be where you are standing, really. You aren't even in the top 20. It's a shame, the time's I've seen you break down. I can fix that, I can fix you." His body was now fully visible, only a few yards away from you. The sun was now shining directly behind him, so when he reached out a hand, it somehow looked as if he was your savior, a step into the light. You felt almost compelled to take it. ...

It seemed now that the agency you were in was dead. No publicity, no name for yourselfs at all. It was hopeless really. All your life consisted of up was wake up, go to work, eat, and then sleep, and with that somewhat-helpful quirk of yours, you knew there was probably nothing in store for you. Deku, though, was so much more then you. He was known all over the globe for his stunts, he took saving people to the exteremes, and villains no longer had his empathy anymore, earning the title of a cruel hero for himself. The fog had now dispersed, and now barely visible.

"You can come with me, I will help you. I will save you." His hand was still waiting for yours.

"How could you possibly save me, Deku? Im a nobody.."

"As of now, you are. If you come with me, though, I will make sure your name has meaning. You will finally have a purpose beyond others."

"A…purpose?" He could hear the slight wobble in your voice. A purpose was all you wanted, even in your youth. What you feared the most was living a life that had no specialty. You wanted people to know your name, and respect you. You wanted someone who helped you, who loved you.

You ended up feeling a tear start to roll down your cheek, maybe he was trying to save you? He was a hero, after all.

In his eyes, Izuku was saving you. A poor thing such as yourself should have a better future, and Izuku would ensure that for you.

You ended up placing your hand in his, and he started leading you into the rising sun.

You thought about your now future, what was in store for you? It just feels weird now that it's actually happening.. but this is all you ever wanted, afterall.

#deku x reader #izuku x reader #yandere deku #yandere izuku #yandere midoriya #mha #bnha #my hero academia #deku smut #izuku smut #midoriya smut

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bakugokemkatsuki · 6 months

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My Hero Academia Master List:

Characters:

1-A Students:

Bakugo Katsuki Bakugo x Reader (GN/Fem/M)😊? Dinner x Reader (GN/Fem/M)😊 Public Eye x Reader (GN/Fem/M)😊 Movies x Reader (GN/Fem/M) 😊

Sign x Reader (GN/F/M)😊 Bakugo Reacts to Denki's "Great" Idea (Not x reader)🤪

As Your Boyfriend (GN/Fem/M) 😊

Denki Kaminari Denki x Reader (GN/Fem/M)😊🤪

Izuku Midoriya Walk Home x Reader (GN/Fem/M)😊

Walk Home X Reader (Pt. 2) Overworked x Reader (GN/Fem/M)😊

As Your Boyfriend (GN/Fem/M) 😊🌶️

Shoto Todoroki Todoroki x Reader (GN/Fem/M)😊

Other U. A Students:

Tamaki Amajiki Tamaki Amajiki x Reader (GN/Fem/M)😊?

Shinso Hitoshi Class 1-A and Shinso (Not an x reader)🤪

Pro Heros / U.A Staff

Aizawa Shota Aizawa x Reader (Platonic) (GN/Fem/M) Who's Turn is it to Feed the Cat x Reader(GN/Fem/M)😊?

Villains

Dabi

Alleyway Pt. 1 X Reader (GN?)😊

Alleyway Pt. 2 X Reader (GN?)😊

Losing Touya a Playlist x Reader😊

Others

MHA Boys Using Nicknames for People

Vigilante

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technaart · 2 years

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Redamancy

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Fem! Reader

Synopsis: Loving the one who loves you: A love returned in full.

Genre: Soft, Fluff

AN: something I started but never finished. Might as well post it :)

It was a regular day at the shop when you first met the infamous Vigilante, Deku. The male usually kept the damage from his fight’s minimum but sadly, your little book shop was in the way this time. Your hands covered your ears at the loud sound of the Villain crashing into the middle of your shop. The shelves breaking instantly as they flew through them before coming to a stop. When things calmed down, you look up, eyes widening.

Books were scattered everywhere, some pages even falling from the ground. The sight made an ache in your chest grow. Living a Quirkless life in a overpowered society was hard enough, especially growing up. Books had become your escape from reality early on in life, so it was a no brainer that you wanted to open your own book shop the second you graduated high school.

And now that store was mostly destroyed.

“Are you okay miss…?”

The voice was low and soft. Looking to your right, you come face to face - well, face to mask – with Deku. You wished you were able to see the expression on his face, because after he saw the tears in yours, he questioned if you were okay. Except his voice held… such worry and concern for someone he did not know and the feeling you got in your stomach confused you.

Mentally, you shake your head. “Yes… I’m fine.”

“Oh, good!”

You can hear the smile in his voice. The feeling of wanting to see it suddenly blooming inside. Don’t be ridiculous…! You chide yourself. Despite not being a Pro Hero, Deku had many fans, including fangirls who daydreamed about being the one to finally ‘unmask’ him. To be honest, while you head of everything he accomplished thanks to the media, you never really paid attention to Deku.

You were more of a Uravity fan.

And yet… there was an unexplainable feeling inside of you upon meeting him.

The entire time you were caught in your thoughts, so was Deku. Behind his mask, his eyes trailed over your features, feeling heat raise to his cheeks. He just meets you… was he already crushing??

Police sirens can be heard in the distance, letting you both know that it was his time to leave. It was almost a sad thought.

“That’s my cue!” He announced, turning around to leave.

You panicked for a small second, your words coming out in a stutter. “Thank you!” Your shout stopped him, and he looked back at you. “I don’t know if anyone’s every thanked you for what you do….so, thank you.”

It seemed like Deku was speechless at first. Only snapping out of whatever he was thinking about when the sirens were immensely closer. He had to leave.

“I have to go. But I’ll see you again!”

And he was gone.

Not long after did the police show up and apprehend the unconscious Villain. They questioned you of course, but there was not much you could say since it was over by the time the fight reached your store. Since it wasn’t a Pro Hero that caused the damage, there was no chance of the city covering your book shop, and you weren’t sure if your insurance will either.

Money was going to be a bit tight for a while…

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lovelyrots · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022 Preview!

*UPDATE* Crimson Pride (the sequel fic to Experiment 184 from ‘21) has been taken off for Kinktober this year since I finished it and I might have forgotten the kink in it…but I will post it soon just because I had been wanting to write this since last year and I love it and feel like I tied it up in a nice little bow.

I’ve been working on a couple of these already so they’re all ready by the time October rolls around but these are just the titles, pairings and a (bad) summary at what each one will be about. More details or titles may be added to this list as I continue to work on them.

Rigged - Dabi x reader x Natsuo

Natsuo had fought so hard to find and reconnect with his brother, bribed so many people and done some unsavory things to finally get a hold of him and try to rekindle their brotherly friendship. He just has to prove to his brother that he isn’t some backstabbing bastard(like some people), and what better way than ruining his innocent little study buddy with him?

Content Warnings - corruption kink, spit roast, double penetration, cock worship, dumb/bimbofication, noncon->dubcon, cnc

Daddy’s Girl - Stepdad Kirishima x step daughter reader

You’ve never liked your step dad, it’s not because he’s mean or has any immediate red flags. He’s just too pushy. He’s always constantly trying to get you to act like the perfect version of a daughter whenever you’re home from college. Whether it’s the way you dress, your lack of cooking skills, your ‘foul’ language or the guys you’ve dated, he always has to have a say about it. What a dick.

Content Warnings - stepcest, brat taming, noncon bondage, daddy kink, degradation and humiliation, blackmail, noncon

Fabulously Trapped - Tengen + Makio, Suma & Hinatsuru x widowed reader

You’ve been trapped in this god forsaken room for who knows how long, the only people you see are your unwanted spouses. The only one that stays longer than half an hour is Tengen, the sick bastard. To take you in the throes of grief and make you his. Truly you wonder what defines a demon and a man, if said man lacks any morals.

Content Warnings - Pregnant sex, thoughts of suicide, lactation, breeding talk, noncon, spoilers for Mugen Train(Just in case some haven’t seen it yet)

Rent - Toji Fushiguro x milf!reader

You’ve had your eye on the newest tenant of your husband’s apartment complex since you bumped into him coming out of your husband’s office. When he’s two weeks late on his rent though, the task of getting him to pay gets pushed onto your shoulders by your cowardly husband. Toji is more than happy to provide payment another way though…

Content Warnings- cheating, degradation, mentions of breeding/pregnancy, oral (fem receiving)

Pretty Girl - Miruko x reader x Hawks

Your new masters were oh so affectionate with you, nothing at all like your previous owners. They reward you when you present without a fuss, they ensure you’re fed only the best food and cream, and you get taken out to the massive backyard for some outdoor exercise. What more could a good pet ask for?

reverse hybrid au (humans are the ‘animals’), cum play, outdoor sex, pet play? (in a sense)

Blindsided - villain Izuku x vigilante reader

You couldn’t work with the so called ‘heroes’ after they gave up the search for your boyfriend. So you dropped everything and disappeared off the face of the earth, now you do what you can from the shadows. Waiting and watching for any trace of your freckled sunshine.

Content Warnings- stalking, corruption?, dubcon at first but turns consensual, inappropriate quirk use(Reader misuses her quirk), afo dad au

Shattered Halos and Broken Icons - Succubus Reader x Katsuki

He was a lonely hero and you were a hungry woman with a succubus quirk. How else would this end? It’s not your fault if he sees your parasitic ‘relationship’ as something more though. Right?

Content Warnings- consensual and noncon/dubcon, cumplay, delusional mindset, body worship, overstimulation, yandere

Opium Blood - vampire Aizawa x reader

Sequel to A Certain Addiction; You’ve been kept as his blood bag and cum dump for a year now, being drank from every other hour. He always takes just a bit more, whether it be your blood or your sanity…you just don’t know anymore.

Content Warnings- referenced past noncon, dubcon, aphrodisiacs, blood (mild), Stockholm syndrome

Tricksters and Monkeys - Geto Suguru x Reader

You’ve told your mother so many times now that you’re not being haunted, yet she insists on you meeting some monk or priest she’s been infatuated with for the past couple months. Geto, you think his name was. You decide to humor her and meet him, if only to get her off your back.

Dubcon, mentions rape and murder, Geto calling non-sorcerers monkeys a lot, emotional manipulation, gaslighting

#Kinktober 2022 #kinktober #x reader #toji fushiguro #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katsuki #shoto aizawa #Dabi #natsuo todoroki #midoriya izuku #uzui tengen #rumi usagiyama #keigo takami #hawks #geto suguru

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the-lady-writes-what · 3 years

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Commission #1

This is for the lovely @ladycallian. Thank you so much for your support!

Villain AU

Villain Deku x Fem! Reader (Vigilante)

Content: kidnapping, dub-con, fingering, oral (receiving), dominance play, praise

Your heart beat rapidly in your chest as sweat trickled down your neck and face. Your hands shook as you brought out your weapon. A thick coppery smell clung to the air. Without the body at the villain's feet, no one would have suspected such a slim figure to be capable of murder. Blood pooled around his boots as Deku stepped out into the moonlight. The tattered and blood-stained All Might hoodie made a mockery of the hero whose very brand the villain wore. Deku didn't look like what you pictured him to be. He wasn't nearly as big as you envisioned, a villain who could kill with just a flick of the wrist. Not entirely, at least. He was tall, athletic, and had a gleam in his eye. Dark green electricity enveloped his body as he took a few more steps towards you.

"You must be the vigilante I've heard so much about. But, you know, I've been looking forward to our first meeting for a very long time," said Deku.

Fear overcame your intellect. Your feet were moving before you could think about the situation or plan an attack. It was like your body was moving of its own accord. You ran towards Deku, fighting staff in hand and ready to knock him upside the head. Instead, you raised the staff above your head and pinned your focus on Deku's skull. But in a split second, before it landed on your target, that green electricity grabbed you first.

Your body jolted then froze in place. Pain coursed through you. You opened your mouth to scream, only for the sound to get stuck in your throat. The back of your head fell against the ground. The next thing you realize, you're lying on the ground and staring up at the sky. Black dots danced around your vision. However, just before everything goes dark, a pair of boots step into your line of sight.

You woke up on a cot and wrapped snuggly in a fleece blanket. You sat up to get a better look at your surroundings, but the room was cast in shadows. A light flickered above you, so your eyes were forced to adjust to the new brightness. The room was a windowless chamber. Two doors led out, but where? There was a bookshelf, dresser, and the cot. And then, there was also the armchair that Deku made himself comfortable in.

You sprang out of bed. You patted yourself down, looking for a weapon. Finding none, you put your fists up and waited for Deku's next move. Deku cleaned himself up from the murder he committed in front of your eyes in the alleyway. He showered, put on fresh clothes, and dabbed on cologne for a finishing touch. You could smell it from across the room, thanks to the small space he crammed you into. Deku stood up from the chair, took one look at you, and started laughing. He continued to laugh practically in your face at your defensive position. It bounced off the walls. Deku continued to laugh until he had to hold his belly and complain about his ribs. When he stopped, at last, he wiped an imaginary tear from his eye.

"It's so precious that you think you can beat me, (Vigilante Name). But let's be real here. I know your weaknesses better than anybody. You wouldn't stand a chance in the little room like this."

His words didn't stop you from trying. You sprinted across the room in a few short steps. Your raised fist was caught in his large hand before it could land. Foolishly, you tried again. It wasn't a shock when Deku grabbed your other fist in mid-air. With your shoes missing and Deku being so much stronger than you, it was easy to work for him to push you back until the back of your knees hit the bed. Deku gave you a shove, a tiny one, to make you fall over. You scrambled out of his reach. This made Deku laugh again, though not nearly as much.

"You're quite the scared rabbit, aren't you, Y/N."

Blood vanished from your face. A cold chill ran down your spine.

"H-How do you know my name?"

"Easy. I know a lot about you. I know where you live, what your day job is, I know where you're attending college, and your major. I know what you eat on lonely Saturday nights in your dorm room and what your favorite color is. You have your own little notebook I've dedicated entirely to you."

"But…why?"

Deku leaned down so that your faces weren't even an inch apart. A piece of rice paper wouldn't even have been able to get between you two. Your noses touched each other, and you could feel his breath breathing down your neck. "Isn't it obvious? You always stood up for me before. So I just thought I'd return the favor by helping you," said Deku.

Your brows furrowed, then you remembered. You remembered a short, lanky boy in your middle school class that was always picked on for being quirkless. You saved him from getting the snot kicked out of him by his bully, Katsuki Bakugou, at least on two or more occasions. To think that such a skinny crybaby would turn out to be…this?

"Help me? Help me how?"

"Let's just say that you don't have to risk your life anymore running around hunting criminals." Deku reached for you and grabbed your chin so you couldn't look away. "I'll keep you safe right here."

"And what makes you think I'm going along with it?" You ask.

Deku smirked. "I'll make it worth your while."

You scoffed. Deku kissed you on the mouth, silencing any further nay-saying. He kissed you like he wasn't taking 'no' for an answer. His other hand wandered to your shoulder and found the zipper at the back of your neck. Deku tugged at it and pulled it down your spine. Your hands pushed against his chest. This didn't stop his hand from dragging the zipper all the way down. Cool air hits your exposed skin. Deku used both his hands to pull, practically rip, the costume of your body. He pulled your arms out of tight sleeves. Deku flipped you over unto your stomach. Your hands cinched around the blankets in fear as your body froze in place. Trapped in his hands, Deku could break your spine in half if he wanted to, and he wouldn't even break a sweat. Deku kissed the back of your neck and trailed his lips down, all the while pulling your costume further and further down.

"You taste so sweet, Y/N. Your skin…is too tantalizing. I wonder, though, if you ever had a boyfriend. I'd like to think you saved yourself for somebody like me." You bit your tongue. Would it be better for your captor to find out on his own, or should you tell him and face the consequences? Either way, Deku was about to find out as he brought the skin-tight suit to your thighs. His lips reached the small of your back, and his fingers played with the waistband of the thin shorts you wore under your vigilante costume. Deku fiddled with it then brought it down where your costume bunched around your knees. There was no movement now that your own clothes became a trap that kept you from getting away. You buried your face into the mattress at the thought of just one layer protecting you. Your fingers clutched the blankets until they ached.

"That's right. You're behaving so well. So good for me," Deku whispered against your skin.

Inevitably, your panties were tugged down your legs to join the rest of your clothes. Deku pulled at the sports bra covering your chest but didn't pull it all the way off. The elastic stretching the fabric pinched as it bunched over your chest. Your exposed breasts were squished against the flat surface of the bed. Metal groaned as you squirmed and wriggled in Deku's grasp. He chuckled at your resistance.

"Are you trying to tempt me, Y/N? You keep rubbing yourself against me. Do you want it that badly?"

You stilled at his touch becoming harder. Deku's hands groped your ass, a cheek in each palm. His fingers gripped you hard enough to bruise. He lifted your hips slightly and pulled your cheeks apart. Deku dragged his tongue along your slick core and dove into the folds of your cunt. You bit your lip until blood blossomed, and you tasted it on your tongue while you tried to keep from moaning. Deku rubbed your clit with his calloused fingers and inserted his tongue over and over into your center.

Something reached inside of you. It wasn't anything Deku was doing or anything of his. It belonged deep inside of your mind, where your pleasure center was. Deku teased your insides and clit, sending shockwaves to your brain. You shuddered at his touch and the way he sloppily ate you out. The lewd sounds he was making sent an army of goosebumps across your flesh. Your jaw opened wide and clenched down on the blankets. Drool pooled around your mouth where your teeth gnawed on the fuzzy fabric. You couldn't stop the moans from escaping, even though they were muffled. Deku kissed and licked your cunt, swiping at your most sensitive bits with precision. Like he knew exactly what he was doing.

Then, he stopped.

For a moment, you thought you were given a reprieve. You loosened your mouth around the blanket and panted for breath. Deku's hand grabbed the back of your neck and lifted your head. His free hand reached between your legs to play with your cunt.

"I want to hear you. Don't cover your mouth again." Deku warned.

To prove his point, he drove his fingers deep inside your tight cunt. Deku drove them fast and hard into you. Again, something wet ran between your legs and all over his hand. This time, there was nothing to muffle the sound of you moaning. Deku made you whimper just by plowing you with his fingers. He was reaching deep within further than you could with your clumsy fingers. Deku wriggled his fingers inside of your cunt, hooking inside of you and scissoring you. He never slowed down even though you soaked his hand with your lewd juices—pressure built and built at the base of your spine. White-hot pleasure shot down your back and burst. Deku ripped a scream from your throat before he let up.

Deku moved away from you. You heard him step away for a moment. You felt his eyes glued to you as if admiring his handiwork. He was watching you drip on yourself. You shuddered at the absence of his body and hands and the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Deku returned once your body calmed down some. He pulled your clothes the rest of the way off, including your socks. Tossing your clothes somewhere behind him, Deku resettled himself between your legs. You froze again at the sound of his pants' zipper dragging downward. Something hard and long tapped your ass cheeks. Deku ran a finger down your spine before grabbing your hips and lifting you up. The blunt head of his cock prodded at your slick core. Deku shifted his hips back and forth, and with each small thrust, his cock sunk deeper into your cunt. With one thrust, he was buried all the way to the hilt. You grunted once he was fully seated in your tight, wet warmth. He held you close by the hips, rubbing circles into your skin.

"That's good, that's good. You take it well. See how fast your body yields to mine? It knows who it belongs to before you even dare to admit it," said Deku. He leaned his body against yours and engulfed you. He wrapped you tight in his arms and surrounded you. Deku's breath ghosted against your ear, and he grunted as he started to move.

The sound of your strained cries echoed in the small room, along with skin slapping against skin. Deku held you close to him as his breath came in short bursts on your neck. His cock spread you open. Your cunt squeezed and clamped around him. Your body tightened up even as Deku was spreading you open. You struggled to find purchase only to have your arms pinned to your sides by Deku's strong arms holding your waist and forcing you face-down on the bed. Your knees ached from being forced to the floor; hips hurt too, thanks to rocking against the bed frame.

Deku's hand snaked upwards. It glided over your throat and slid his fingers into your mouth.

"I don't have to tell you what would happen if you bite me. You will regret it if you do. Just…fuck, you feel so good. Just soak them like you did with your sweet, sweet cunt."

You kept your mouth open for him. Deku's fingers slid in and out of your mouth, keeping up with the tempo of his thrusts. Drool pooled around your chin and dripped onto the cot. Deku's thrusting knocked the bed into the wall over and over and over. His free hand pinched and pulled and caressed every available inch of your body. Deku sang your praises while choking you with thick fingers. You swirled your tongue around the fingers in your mouth.

"Oh, precious. Y/N, Y/N, you're behaving so well. You're taking my cock like a trained whore. Oops. Didn't mean to call you that." He laughed.

His thrusts took a harsher turn. Deku plowed your insides like it was the only thing keeping him alive. Your body tingled as he sank deeper still inside your cunt. You were dripping down there as well as drooling a copious amount of saliva. Deku pressed down on your tongue and made you gag. His hard thrusts pummeled your insides to the point where you thought he was literally rearranging your guts. You seized up around him, clamped down on the cock filling you up and let out a strangled cry. You poured over him and his turgid cock impaling you. Deku wasn't far behind; you could feel it.

"Mine. Mine. Mine." Deku chanted as he rocked into you.

Your bodies collided a dozen more times. Deku seized up on the final thrust. He plunged deep. You screamed as the tip of his cock rammed against your cervix. Hot cum sprayed your insides, painting your cunt white and spreading warmth in your lower belly. Deku clenched his arm around you to the point of leaving more bruises around your mid-section. You could hear his teeth grinding as his cock twitched once he finished cumming. A few minutes passed before Deku withdrew his cock and his fingers from your orifices.

You slumped against the bed, shivering from head to toe. You shook in the aftermath of it all. Deku slipped away, and then you heard the sound of running water. You didn't have the strength to get up again, and even if you could, where would you run naked? Deku knelt behind you again and swiped a cool, damp rag between your legs.

"Just relax for me. I'll take care of you. I'll take care of everything," said Deku as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

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z-zonk · 2 years

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***Rating: 18+

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***Warnings: Angst!, Hurt maybe Comfort, Mentions of mental health (reader is going through it), somewhat corrupt Hero society, implied tulmultuous relationship with family, Some violence involving the reader, (warnings may change/will be updated)

***Pairing: Pro Hero! Izuku Midoriya X Fem!Reader

***Summary:

The man continued to twist and contort. A desperate trembling hand reached out for you, as if you hadn’t been the cause of his pain. You continued to jot down notes. Ignoring his incoherent pleas for help.

From the corner of your eye you saw the woman run past you. You were sure she was making a break for it with the bag her partner was holding previously. You expected her to get out of the store, but not far from the area.

What you weren’t expecting was the sudden flash of green light. It was followed by a violent rush of air. The woman flew across the room, her body crashing into the decorative wall panelling. She fell to the floor along with some debris.

Well, that wasn’t part of the plan.

In the doorway, standing at an inconceivable height was the Symbol of Hope. Number one hero Deku.

‘This definitely didn’t look good’ you thought to yourself as you stood over the nearly incapacitated man.

This didn’t look good at all.

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"Contracted"

Izuku and Shoto sat apart on Izuku’s cream sectional. They both took some time to look through their phones. The tv provided some soft background noise and light. The cool blues of the back lit screen was a subtle contrast to the warm glow that came from the table lamps on either ends of the couch. From the kitchen the occasional sound of pans shifting around could be heard over the tv.

Katsuki had banned both Shoto and Izuku from the kitchen entirely. Shoto more so. He had a habit of entering the room without saying anything. He stood there observing Katsuki’s progress with dinner and waited to be addressed to ask when dinner would be ready. But Katsuki never addressed Shoto, he glared at him. They quietly held eye contact till Katsuki yelled at him to “piss off”. This created a new rule in Izuku’s kitchen whenever he had his friends over as dinner guests. “If Kacchan is in the kitchen the room has the max capacity of one.” This rule also applied to Izuku himself. He once went into the kitchen for a drink of water while dinner was in the process of being made to be met with a quiet angry rant. Something about an “amazing kitchen” going to waste on his “pitiful culinary skills.” Now they just waited for Katsuki’s cue to eat.

Izuku knew Kacchan was making Fuyumi’s cold soba recipe. A little non verbal apology for the little incident that happened nights before. He knew if he brought up this little gesture dinner would just be cancelled entirely. The stillness of the environment was soothing. A moment of much needed mundane life for the three men. The weeks had grown bitter. Late hard nights in the office together that usually followed even harder encounters with their current threat. Katsuki seemed to be getting the worst of it as he favored going on relentless pursuits for this vigilante. Another destroyed gauntlet and bandaged arm. Another failed attempt to capture this person clad in black. Another night comparing notes with other agencies to piece together what they were dealing with.

The quiet was jarringly interrupted by the booming sound of Katsuki’s voice from the other room, “You’re the engineer, that’s your damn job!” Izuku and Shoto looked between each other and then to the case between the kitchen and the living room. “If you insist I do your job, what exactly are you good for?”

He walked into the living room, dish towel over his shoulder as he entered. He ended his call as suddenly as he arrived. He let out a frustrated groan then asked, “Ready to eat?” He didn’t wait for a response, he walked off expecting them to follow behind him and they did.

Carefully, Izuku asked, “Everything alright Kacchan?” He expected Katsuki to snap at him. With everything going on they all were slightly more irritable. Tempers were occasionally lost over seemingly insignificant incidents. But the bite never came. “The damn engineer they sent my gauntlet away to told me he would rather I come up with a more sturdy design if, ‘I planned to keep using them the way I use them’,” he explained. They all took a seat at the dining room table. Shoto didn’t wait to dig in longer than the second it took for him to thank Bakugo. “I’m not using my damn gauntlets in any new specific way. If he can't do the repairs he shoulda just said so,” he grumbled.

Izuku’s mind drifted to you. You could probably do the job. It would give him a great opportunity to see the way you’d make a support item. A reference point to see if what you made was distinguished. He had yet to tell the others about his suspicions regarding you. He felt they might jump to conclusions and strong arm the situation. He hadn’t even told them he was leaving sidekicks on patrols to meet up with you. The last thing he wanted was to completely disrupt your life. Plus he couldn’t imagine Kacchan would want you anywhere near his gauntlets. Unless he vouched for you maybe?

“I might know someone who could do it. If you’d like.”

.. ..

Shinso had prohibited you from entering your lab during The Commission’s operating hours. He told you he didn’t want to risk Deku dropping by and having to explain where you ran off to. He went as far as to temporarily confiscate your lower level key card. All of your proper co-workers, including Hatsume, weren't allowed to directly contact you. All urgent correspondence had to go through Shinso’s secretary first. No one explicitly stated this to you, but it seemed you were expected to just wait around for Deku to show up. Obviously you weren’t allowed to continue any of your actual work from the lab, but you weren’t provided with anything else to do either. You spent all eight hours of your work day working on this suit that you weren’t sure he’d even end up wearing. It was all for not.

To Hatsume

Come up to the lobby and let me into the lab.

Message from Hatsume

Okay.

You anxiously waited by the main elevator. You hoped Hitoshi had gone home at an appropriate time. It would be just your luck to have him catch you actively defying him. Usually you didn’t mind pushing his buttons, but you were trying your best to help fix the situation, not stress him out more. You just needed a few minutes in the lab, maybe even tinker with something small for a little bit, but mainly you had to talk to Hatsume to catch up on what you missed out on.

Minutes after sending out and receiving that text the elevator dinged and the doors opened. Hatsume had her nose in one of your cleaner notebooks. Her face was scrunched up as she read over your notes. You resisted the urge snatched up your book from her hands. Why did she even have that? You quickly boarded the elevator. Your eyes never left her as she read through your work.

“They’ve given me some of your assignments to complete, but I’m having a hard time making sense of some of your notes,” she told you, still not looking up. You wiped nervous palms over your dress pants. You were happy Hatsume didn’t really care to look at anyone when talking to them. She might just see the blanent panic plastered all over your face.

“The assignments they give you are very…” She paused as the doors opened on the bottom floor. Both of you stepped off and began walking towards your shared lab. “...different,” she finally finished. To you her tone wavered. It was so unlike her upbeat nature. You slowed your pace behind Hatsume. You wanted to put distance between you two. You knew what you were making alongside Hatsume was ‘different’, you were always asked to make the ‘more intense’ items. You quietly followed her.

It seemed stress and panic always plagued you in these hallways. You remembered the first time you arrived on the basement floor. The tightness in your chest was almost painful. The way the halls seemed to elongate themselves and spin though illusory felt like an attack on your senses. You held a small box of items from your eighth floor desk close to your chest. You followed the hypnotic click of Ms.Hajime’s heels as she led you deeper into the basement. Occasionally she would look back at you with a quick smile. A poor attempt to reassure you that you weren’t walking into something scary.

You were told very little about Project Alpha. The only thing you were informed of was you would be getting all of your item requests directly from The Commission. You were made to sign several NDAs days before you signed your employment contract. For many reasons your hand was shaky as the pen made contact with the signature line. One reason was that you were signing a five year contract with the HPSC. It was typical for most engineers to be under contract for three years. Long term five year contracts were specially reserved for people who had remarkable credentials, usually those who were older. You were a fresh eighteen, you didn’t even have an official signature you were confident in. Another reason was the amount of doubt that clouded your mind. You couldn’t fathom how you had done anything deserving of this kind of opportunity. You looked down at your quick, wobbly penmanship on the dashed line with a frown. How unprofessional. You were given little time to pack up your desk and meet Ms.Hajime at the elevator.

“I think you’ll fit in well down here.” Though she whispered it her words of encouragement were amplified by the echo throughout the barren halls. You wondered if this was what Tarturus was like. Then the click of your soon to be former boss's heels stopped abruptly. You had to stop suddenly too as to not walk into her. “Your lab partner is a bit eccentric, but when it comes to working styles I’m sure you’ll be able to keep up with one another.” As she said that last word the sound of what you assumed was an explosion came from behind a set of glass doors. It aggressively rattled the glass panels and shook the floor beneath your feet. If you were feeling it on any of the upper levels you’d assume a low magnitude earthquake had just happened.

A pink haired girl and a wispy billow of grey smoke slipped out from behind the door. Despite what had just happened she wore a chipper smile on her face. You looked at your boss who smiled back at the stranger. You expected her to scold her or something for some kind of misconduct, but it never came.

“Sorry about that! Ran into some minor setbacks.”

When she was sure that the smoke had cleared she pulled the doors open to show you your newest work space. It was…a disaster to say the least. Half the room was haphazardly covered in parts and tools. Parts of the floors and walls were singed or covered

in soot. If Ms.Hajime thought you two were comparable maybe you needed to change the way you worked.

Hatsume had changed over the years. Her side of the lab was still an organized disaster, but at least it was organized. The lab hadn’t changed much since you left. Aside from your notebooks which were splayed out on your workbench your side of the room remained untouched. She had even kept your notebooks in an organized lineup by date. Each book looked to be in various stages of decay the older they got.

“I just wanna ask a couple of questions about a couple of things,” she said finally looking up from your writings. There was a lump in your throat that you felt like you could just choke on. You weren’t sure you would be able to answer anything she had to ask. In your experience these moments never went well.

“Do you…” She paused. You couldn’t possibly look at her, you couldn’t in real time watch her become disappointed in you.

“Do you know how these items are being used?”

“No.”

Yes.

She nodded and muttered a quick ‘okay’ to herself.

“Why, why do you ask?”

“It’s just, these items could do some real damage. I don’t know. Something just seems strange to me.”

You knew every member of Project Alpha had varying degrees of knowledge about what was going on. You were once Hatsume. You knew the more someone knew the closer The Commission kept them, the more red tape they kept them bound in.

You couldn’t let it happen again. Not to Hatsume.

.. ..

You kicked off your shoes by the door, carelessly throwing your satchel down on top of them. You leaned up against your door. You drew in a deep breath and loudly exhaled. The sound echoed around in your darkened apartment. You dragged your hands down your face then threw your head back. You had never hated the quiet this much before. There was nothing to keep your stress filled thoughts at bay. You could feel the corners of your eyes sting and then brim with tears.

How could it have gone so wrong so quickly?

This wasn’t what you envisioned your life to be like. You wanted to do your part to uplift Hero Society, to keep people safe. Despite how some people thought of the quirkless you were determined to make yourself useful. You studied hard, kept yourself humbled, kept yourself quiet. You kept every and all ambitions tucked close to you, never sharing the fullest extent of yourself with anyone. You told yourself at the start you’d keep your goals close to your chest till they had come to fruition. Until you could without a doubt say you made a difference,till you could say you made a contribution. Keeping yourself tucked away from most meant no one could talk down on your dreams, they were safe with you for the time being. Now, it felt like the day you allowed yourself to be outwardly proud would never come.

Tears finally fell, tracing their way down your face. Your hand slipped into your jacket pocket. You pulled out your phone. Your shaky hands dialed the only person you could think to call. You pressed the phone to your ear with a gentle sniffle. The phone never rang on the other end, it went straight to voicemail. No surprise there.

“H-Hey Mom, it’s me (Y/N)...but you probably knew that…”

You shrugged off your jacket, leaving it to fall to the floor and walked deeper into the dark apartment. You shuffled over to the couch. It almost blended in seamlessly with the darkness if not for the large windows letting in the city light.

“I was just calling, because… because stuff has gotten tough and I know we don’t talk much, but I guess, I guess I missed you is all. I just-” The call ended. Defeated you dropped onto the couch cushions and allowed your phone to fall wherever. You no longer cared. You grabbed a decorative pillow and curled around. You silently allowed the tears to keep falling not bothering to wipe them away.

A happy twinkle rang out from under your sofa. You allowed your hand to fall off the edge. Your fingertips gently brushed over a sleek plastic circular body. It was Rue, a modified household appliance.The small vacuum continued to whizz around in circles letting out a happy chime. Rue was ecstatic that you came home. If it was able to scan your face it would’ve probably sung a sadder tune.

The little thing was altered by Hatsume one of the first times she came over after work. You left her alone for a couple of minutes and came back to your vacuum robot being dismantled. It was able to recognize the people it saw consistently and always chimed when those people approached. You considered Rue Hatsume’s first project with AI. She considered it a friend. You pulled your hand back and allowed Rue to keep zooming around the apartment.

You stared up at the inverted ceilings. Your eyes felt heavy as you looked into the darkness. You could’ve slept there if your phone hadn’t started to ring. A sickly sweet volatile voice told you it was her, that she had called you back, but you knew better.

You turned your head to the side to see your phone lit up beneath the coffee table. You weren’t gonna get it, you thought to yourself. It wasn’t worth it right now. You groaned, sat up and grabbed your phone. Without checking you slid your thumb over the screen to answer.

“What?” You asked, your stuffy nose audible in your abrasive tone.

“(Y/L/N), are you okay?”

You were stunned. You wiped away any leftover tears as if you could be seen and adjusted your posture on the couch.

“Midoriya, how did you get my number?”

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dayquil-nyquil · 3 years

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My Hero Academia Masterlist

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REQUESTS: OPEN

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guide:

☁ fluff

☂ angst

✿ spice

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Izuku Midoriya

☁ MHA facetime (pt. 1)- when/why the boys facetime you

☁ Headcanons- when reader goes missing

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Katsuki Bakugo

☁ MHA facetime (pt. 2)- when/why the boys facetime you

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Shoto Todoroki

☁ MHA facetime (pt. 1)- when/why the boys facetime you

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Tenya Iida

☁ MHA facetime (pt. 1)- when/why the boys facetime you

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Eijiro Kirishima

☁ MHA facetime (pt. 2)- when/why the boys facetime you

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Denki Kaminari

☁ MHA facetime (pt. 2)- when/why the boys facetime you

☁ Headcanons- when reader goes missing

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Fumikage Tokoyami

☁ MHA facetime (pt. 1)- when/why the boys facetime you

☁ cute date headcanons- painting rocks together

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Hitoshi Shinso

☁ MHA facetime (pt. 2)- when/why the boys facetime you

☁ cute date headcanons- playing mario kart together

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Mirio Togata (Lemillion)

☁ MHA facetime (pt. 3)- when/why the boys facetime you

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Tamaki Amajiki (Suneater)

☁ MHA facetime (pt. 3)- when/why the boys facetime you

☂ Heather- fem!reader x Tamaki Amajiki: prompt request based off Heather by Conan Gray

☁ Headcanons- when reader goes missing

☁ cute date headcanons- getting caught in the rain turns into a fashion show

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Keigo Takami (Hawks)

☁ MHA facetime (pt. 3)- when/why the boys facetime you

Headcanons: request with vigilante!gn!reader who puts themselves in harm's way

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Toshinori Yagi (All Might)

☁ MHA facetime (pt. 3)- when/why the boys facetime you

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Enji Todoroki (Endeavor)

☁ MHA facetime (pt. 3)- when/why the boys facetime you

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Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead)

☁ MHA facetime (pt. 3)- when/why the boys facetime you

☁ Platonic! headcanons- aizawa with student reader in 1-A

☁ Platonic! headcanons- aizawa with fem!student reader who has a bad home life and isn't getting enough sleep

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Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum)

☁ cute date headcanons- cooking together turns into a singing competition

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Dabi

☁ MHA facetime (pt. 4)- when/why the boys facetime you

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Tomura Shigaraki

☁ MHA facetime (pt. 4)- when/why the boys facetime you

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Kai Chisaki (Overhaul)

☁ MHA facetime (pt. 4)- when/why the boys facetime you

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yuki4amano · 24 days

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Timeless love. Chapter 2, Solace in the Darkness.

The night was cloaked in darkness, the only sounds echoing through the empty streets were the faint footsteps of a lone figure, sprinting with purpose. Izuku Midoriya, known in the shadows as Phoenix, dashed through alleyways and across rooftops, his heart pounding in his chest. Each beat seemed to synchronize with his frantic steps, driving him forward with a singular goal: escape.

The chase had been relentless. Eraserhead, the enigmatic hero with the ability to nullify quirks, had been hot on his trail for what felt like hours. Izuku could almost feel the weight of his gaze bearing down on him, a constant reminder of the danger lurking just behind.

Despite his exhaustion, Eraserhead refused to give up. His determination matched Izuku's own, a testament to his unwavering commitment to justice. But for Izuku, this wasn't just a game of cat and mouse—it was a matter of survival. He couldn't afford to be caught, not now, not ever.

As he vaulted over a series of obstacles, Izuku's mind raced with possibilities. He had to shake off Eraserhead, to lose him in the labyrinth of the city streets. With each twist and turn, he pushed himself to the limit, relying on his instincts and his quirk to guide him through the darkness.

Finally, as he reached a secluded alleyway, Izuku allowed himself a moment of respite. Leaning against a cold brick wall, he caught his breath, his chest heaving with exertion. He knew he couldn't rest for long—Eraserhead was still out there, somewhere, closing in with every passing moment.

But as the minutes stretched into eternity, Izuku realized something: the footsteps had faded into silence. Eraserhead, exhausted from the chase and the lack of sleep, lagged. In that moment of clarity, Izuku made a decision. He would seize this opportunity to escape, to disappear into the night and evade capture once more.

With renewed determination, Izuku pushed himself away from the wall and took off once more, his footsteps echoing through the empty alleyway. He darted through the darkness with the grace of a predator, each movement calculated and precise. And as he disappeared into the shadows, a sense of relief washed over him.

As Izuku slowed his pace, he decided to call it a night and head home. School awaited him in the morning, and he couldn't afford to be tired. But even as he disappeared into the night, the memory of his encounter with Eraserhead lingered in his mind, a reminder of the dangers that lurked in the world of heroes and villains alike.

On his way home, Izuku spotted Yuki's balcony, left unlocked and inviting in the cool night air. Grumbling about her carelessness in such dangerous times, he couldn't help but feel a pang of concern for her safety. But as he gazed at her apartment, a sense of familiarity washed over him, and he found himself drawn to the open door.

Silently slipping into her room, Izuku couldn't help but pause as he caught sight of Yuki's sleeping form. She looked peaceful, her features softened in the dim light filtering through the curtains. Despite the dangers lurking outside, there was a sense of serenity within the confines of her room.

Approaching her bedside with gentle steps, Izuku couldn't resist the urge to reach out and brush a stray strand of hair from her face. A warmth flooded his chest as he watched her, a feeling he couldn't quite explain. It was as if, at that moment, the world outside ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the quiet tranquility of her presence.

Leaning down, Izuku pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulled away. It was a gesture born out of instinct, a silent reassurance of his presence in her life. And as he turned to leave, slipping away into the night once more, he couldn't shake the feeling that, no matter what dangers awaited them, they would always find solace in each other's company.

Back in his room, Izuku shed his vigilante attire with a sense of relief, stripping away the heavy burden of the night's adventures. The cool water of the shower washed away the grime and sweat, cleansing both body and mind. As he changed into his comfortable nightwear, a sense of weariness settled over him, his muscles aching with exhaustion from the night's exertions.

Finally collapsing onto his bed, Izuku felt the weight of sleep pulling at his eyelids, beckoning him into its embrace. Despite the events of the night, despite the dangers he faced and the adrenaline that still coursed through his veins, there was a sense of peace in this moment of quiet solitude.

As sleep claimed him swiftly, Izuku's mind drifted into the realm of dreams. Images of Yuki danced behind his closed eyelids, her laughter echoing in the recesses of his mind. In the darkness of his subconscious, he found solace in her presence, a comforting anchor in the tumultuous sea of his thoughts.

And as he surrendered himself to the embrace of sleep, Izuku knew that no matter what trials awaited him in the waking world, he would always find refuge in the sanctuary of his dreams, where the warmth of Yuki's love enveloped him like a gentle embrace.

The next day dawned, casting its light upon the bustling halls of the school. Izuku found himself navigating through the sea of students, his thoughts still consumed by the image of Yuki sleeping peacefully from the night before. Despite his efforts to focus on his classes, her presence lingered in the back of his mind like a persistent melody.

During lunch hour, Izuku's gaze sought out Yuki, his heart skipping a beat as he spotted her chatting animatedly with Shinso, her classmate. A pang of jealousy twisted in his chest as he watched them, his mind unable to shake the irrational fear of losing her to someone else. Though he knew deep down that they were just friends, the possessive instinct within him couldn't help but rear its head.

As the lunch bell rang and the chatter of students filled the air, Izuku made a decision. Determined to address his feelings, he approached Yuki just as she prepared to leave the cafeteria. With a glance around to ensure they were alone, he slipped a piece of paper into her hand, his fingers brushing against hers in the process.

Yuki looked at him curiously as she unfolded the paper, her brow furrowing slightly at the sight of his hastily scrawled message. It was a simple request, asking her to stay after school for a private conversation. There was a vulnerability in his words, a rawness that spoke volumes about the turmoil brewing within him.

Before she could respond, Izuku offered her a small, hesitant smile before turning to leave for his next class. His heart raced with anticipation, his mind buzzing with thoughts of what the afternoon might bring. For better or for worse, he knew that he couldn't keep his feelings bottled up any longer. It was time to confront the jealousy gnawing at his heart and find a way to move forward, whether it led to reconciliation or heartache.

Despite the uncertainty and the fear of potential heartache, Izuku was not one to give up easily. In his other timeline, he and Yuki had found their way to each other, overcoming countless obstacles to build a life together. The memory of their love, of their shared moments of joy and companionship, burned brightly in his heart, a beacon of hope amidst the darkness of his doubts.

As he navigated the halls of the school, his mind swirling with thoughts of Yuki, Izuku couldn't help but cling to that hope. If they were able to find happiness together once before, why couldn't they do so again? The mere thought of giving up on their relationship was unfathomable to him, a betrayal of everything they had fought for in the past.

With a newfound determination, Izuku resolved to try again. He would seize every opportunity, take every chance to express his feelings, and fight for the love he knew they shared. Even if it meant facing rejection or heartache, he refused to let go of the possibility of a future with Yuki by his side.

Armed with courage and conviction, Izuku set his sights on the path ahead, ready to confront whatever challenges lay in store. For him, the journey towards love was not just a matter of fate—it was a choice, one that he was willing to make time and time again, no matter the odds. With that unwavering resolve burning bright within him, Izuku took a deep breath and stepped forward into the unknown, ready to face whatever obstacles stood between him and the woman he loved.

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years

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𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

I write for BNHA regularly, and would deeply appreciate any requests you put forward :)

Alas, I have reached the image limit for my bnha masterlist, but I still want banners and dividers to keep everything separate, so I've made a second part!

𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 ▹

Midoriya x Reader

Kinktober Day 2, cockwarming, ficlet

Midoriya x Reader

Kinktober Day 12, pegging, drabble

Midoriya x Reader

Kinktober Day 13, squirting, drabble

Midoriya x Reader

Kinktober Day 19, voyeurism, drabble

Midoriya x Reader

Kinktober Day 22, nudes, ficlet

Midoriya x Reader

Kinktober Day 24, mommy kink, drabble

Midoriya x Reader

Quiet!Male!Reader angst, happy ending, ficlet

Midoriya x Reader

Midoriya boyfriend scenarios, SFW and NSFW drabbles

BF scenarios Part 1

Midoriya x Reader

Delinquent!Male!Reader angst, happy ending, NSFW ficlet

Midoriya x Reader

Villain!Reader and Vigilante!Izuku, drabble

Iida X Reader

Kinktober Day 25, public teasing, drabble

Iida x Reader

Insecure!Reader with glasses, Such a Dweeb, drabble

Iida x Reader

One- sided pining, drabble

Bakugou x Reader

Quiet!Reader, headcanons

Bakugou x Reader

Kinktober Day 1, fingerfucking, ficlet

Bakugou x Reader

Kinktober Day 4, body worship and thigh fucking, ficlet

Bakugou x Reader

Kinktober Day 7, thigh riding, ficlet

Bakugou x Reader

Kinktober Day 14, collaring/ begging, drabble

Bakugou x Reader

Kinktober Day 15, mask kink, ficlet

Bakugou x Reader

Kinktober Day 21, cumflation/public, ficlet

Bakugou x Reader

Kinktober Day 23, public/library sex, drabble

Bakugou x Reader

Bakugou and GN!Reader, themes of depression, Sink or Swim, drabble

Bakugou x Reader

Death of pet angst and comfort with Fem!Reader, ficlet

Bakugou x Reader

Self care, drabble

Bakugou x Reader

Bakugou has a crush on Violent!Reader, drabble

Bakugou x Reader

Sub!Bakugou begging, NSFW drabble

Bakugou x Reader

Bakugou boyfriend scenarios, SFW and NSFW drabbles

BF scenarios Part 1

Bakugou x Reader

Bakugou boyfriend scenarios, SFW and NSFW drabbles

BF scenarios Part 2

Bakugou x Reader

Angst and comfort cuddles, drabble

Bakugou x Reader

Soft!Bakugou and Quiet!Reader, drabble

Bakugou x Reader

Sub!Bakugou sitting on GN!Reader's lap, drabble

Bakugou x Reader

Siren quirk Fem!Reader angst, ficlet

Bakugou x Reader

Soft!Bakugou and GN!Reader, headcanons

KiriBaku x Reader

Kinktober day 3, double penetration, ficlet

KiriBaku x Reader

Panic attack and Fem!Reader, ficlet

Aizawa x Reader

Bitter outcast Gn!Student!Reader fluff with class 1-A, ficlet

Aizawa x Reader

Kinktober Day 8, daddy kink, ficlet

Aizawa x Reader

Kinktober Day 20, somnophilia, drabble

Aizawa x Reader

(Platonic) Student!Vigilante!Reader and a concerned Aizawa, drabble

Aizawa x Reader

Male!Neko!Reader and cat lover Aizawa, ficlet

Aizawa x Reader

(Platonic) Student!GN!Reader and scar angst and comfort, ficlet

Aizawa x Reader

(Platonic) Student!Reader and eating habits, drabble

Aizawa x Reader

Pregnant!Reader, Reader-insert

Aizawa x Reader

(Platonic) Enby Student!Reader comes out, drabble

Aizawa x Reader

Octopus plush and cat nails, drabble

Aizawa x Reader

Rough sex and safeword, NSFW Reader-insert

Softer Part 1

Aizawa x Reader

Aftercare bath and cuddles, Reader-insert

Softer Part 2

Aizawa x Reader

Fem!Reader against Mineta, drabble

Aizawa x Reader

Wound care after a mugging with Fem!Reader angst and comfort, ficlet

Shinso x Reader

Slow Burn, Reader-insert, Part 1

Todoroki x Reader

Kinktober Day 6, face sitting, ficlet

Todoroki x Reader

Kinktober Day 10, impact play, drabble

Todoroki x Reader

Kinktober Day 18, pregnancy, ficlet

Todoroki x Reader

After battle, Injured!GN!Reader, ficlet

Todoroki x Reader

Jealous reader and injured Todoroki, Reader-insert

Todoroki x Reader

Todoroki boyfriend scenarios, SFW and NSFW drabbles

BF scenarios Part 1

EraserMic x Reader

(Platonic) Death of reader's parents, comfort and ambiguous ending, ficlet

EraserMic x Reader

(Platonic) Sensory overload and stimming with Student!Reader, drabble

Shigaraki x Reader

Reader Caught singing, headcanon

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pomdoeshisbest · 2 years

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Requests: open (testing)

Requests: None yet

RULES:

🖤Be respectful! I'm doing this for fun!

🖤I will not take requests from blank blogs, fem aligned or minors.

🖤Blank blogs, Fem aligned and minors that follow this account will be blocked. If you want to talk, head to my social blog.

🖤If I refuse to do a request, I will message you privately and say why.

🖤I will only write characters as 24 and up. 24 is when the brain has fully developed and is where I'm comfortable starting from. Any character that I write that is not that age in cannon will be aged up in my writing.

🖤Please always give me your pronouns so I can address you properly. Also, always give what pronouns the y/n in your request should have.

Characters I'm currently interested in writing for:

BNHA:

🥦Deku aka Midoriya Izuku

⚡️Kaminari Denki

🪨Kirishima Eijiro

🗝Tokoyami Fumikage

🦅Hawks aka Keigo Takami

👾Amajiki Tamaki

🌃Aizawa Shouta

❄️🔥Todoroki Shouto

My OCs:

🪴Alchy, 28, tired and introverted half elf herbalist and drugstore owner. Passive vigilante. (xe/xer)

📈Urgbluk Skullcrush, 33, straight laced Orc accountant. Stressed and romantically dense. (he/him)

🩸Rowan/Yarrow, 24, reckless and delusional Human serial killer. Believes he is just. (he/they)

What I will write:

*Some NSFW (ask)

*Fluff

*Angst

*Yandere (soft only)

*Kinks not on my no list

*Some dark themes (ask)

*Headcannons

*Character x reader

*X Male

*X Trans/Male

*X Non-binary

*Platonic x reader

*Poly

*AUs (ask)

What I won't write:

*Female or female aligned reader

*Pregnancy (will do talk of breeding, but will not write anyone as being pregnant)

*Excessive gore (only applies to character be written for and reader. others in the request may be considered)

*Pedophilia

*Fetishized stuff (depends. ask)

*Anything related to human waste. NO.

*Graphic descriptions of saliva or spit play. (Just can't do it)

*Alpha/Beta/Omega Universe

I only write characters I can get into. If the character you're looking for isn't on the list, feel free to ask! Just respect my right to refuse!

Send you favorite emoji and song in your request so I know you read my rules! 🖤

#bnha fanfic #bnha #oc writing #tw yandere #yandere #bnha writer #oc writer #request writer #pomdoeshisbest #pomwrites

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aizawaskittenwhore · 3 years

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𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭

pairing: cartel!shota aizawa x fem!reader

words: 2.4k

warnings: swearing, this will be a cartel!au, so mentions of c*ke and distribution...yeah lol, suggestive content towards the end of the chapter (vague description of a bj), angst, cheating, aizawa just ain’t shit in this story LMFAOOO

a/n: this is the third fucking time i’ve tried to post this so if it doesn’t work i’m gonna cry. but I AM SO EXCITED FOR THIS ONE and i can’t wait for you all to see what i’ve got planned. so uh...strap yourselves in it’s about to get crazy. sorry ms joke </3

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐚’ 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬

The salty, warm breeze from the ocean whipped its way through Shota’s onyx locks, tossing them around with a gentle force. Miami was gorgeous from the water, skyscrapers alight with the buzzing energy of the city, streets crawling with good food and even better looking women. Gorgeous full lips wrapped around martini glasses, criminally short dresses clinging to any skin it was given. He didn’t care much for the nightlife, opting to observe the partygoers from a distance.

He wasn’t here to socialize.

He was here to work.

His wrists draped over the edge of the rail that separated him and the water, a small portion of his weight against the cool metal. When Hizashi suggested that he get a yacht he nearly spat out his whiskey, face contorted in an expression of annoyance and disdain. Shota didn’t understand why someone would need such a flashy boat, it was merely a watercraft meant for travel and or fishing. This wasn’t the 1400’s where one’s worth was tied to the size of a man’s ship. Just another glorified pissing contest for rich people with too much money, and not enough couple’s therapy in the world that could keep them home for days at a time.

It’s not as if he was in any position to judge though, his pinky coming to rest just below the silver band that rarely inhabited his ring finger these days. He doesn’t entirely know what possessed him to wear it, whether it be the ever-crushing guilt from lying to his wife, or the text he’d received from Emi this morning that read:

“Make sure to bring me back a mojito! Don’t work yourself too hard, and remember how much I love you!💕”

If only she knew that these tri-monthly “Inter-Departmental Hero Conferences” were just fronts for selling a literal boat-load of cocaine.

Turns out, yachts were really good for that.

In the span of just five years, superhuman society was nearing it’s peak. Upon the graduation of all the students in the 1-A Hero Course, and Izuku Midoriya’s induction as the new Symbol of Peace; the world began to see an astronomical shift. Crime rates were the lowest they’d ever been, with Japan and the States sitting at 2 and 4.5 percent, respectively. Newly minted Pro Heroes roamed the streets, bringing security to those who needed it and striking fear into the hearts of those who were on the wrong side of the law.

But this utopia came at a price. With the sudden influx of fresh and talented pros, crime decreased exponentially, leaving little villain-based work for Heroes to get paid for. Hostage situations and evacuation efforts took backseat to helping older women across the street and assisting young children with their schoolwork. Soon enough, peace became a burden for those whose careers surrounded chaos.

Aizawa was no exception to this dilemma. Once Midoriya and his classmates graduated and obtained their Hero Licenses, he’d ended his tenure as an instructor at UA. He felt that he’d done his civic duty as a teacher and a Pro, and produced some of the finest Heroes the world would come to see. So he began to settle down. Surprisingly, he’d begun to tolerate Joke’s incessant laughter and boisterous personality, and soon fell in love with the eccentric woman. Between patrols and giving advice to aspiring Heroes at the community center, he and Emi explored all the the world had to offer; swapping out steel-toed combat boots for soft plush flip flops against hot sand. After three years he’d proposed, much to Emi’s delight (and Ashido’s upon hearing that Mr. Aizawa could actually tolerate another human being). The ceremony was small, and intimate. Shinsou serving as the ring bearer, and Eri as the flower girl. Mic even shed a few tears during the toast, though he’ll deny it if Kayama ever brings it up.

For a while, things were good. Life was good. Emi was glowing with the energy of a new life blossoming inside her, and Shota fantasized about meeting his little girl, counting all of her dainty fingers and toes, and doting on her for all to see.

Or at least it was, before agencies began to close. Paychecks got smaller and smaller. Heroes were struggling to find work and their pockets began to struggle along with them. With Emi on maternity leave, and Hero society coming to a standstill, things were looking grim. He needed to provide for his family, his wife, his children.

He needed a plan, and fast.

Luckily, Hizashi always did have good standing with everyone’s favorite Bird Boy. So he called in a few favors.

“Just for a couple months man! We stir up a little bit of noise, make a couple ripples and bam! Crime rate’s back up, and we get back to makin’ money. It’s temporary. Nobody will ever know, I’ll make sure of it. I got you.” Hizashi pleaded, an arm slung across Aizawa’s shoulders as he pensively gazed into his glass of amber liquid. He’d done some vigilante work here and there in his twenties but this....this was outright criminal. But what choice did he have?

Just a few months, he’d said. If only it’d worked out that way.

“I was getting worried you wouldn’t show, Eraser!” Zhu thundered, hands clapping joyously at the other man’s timeliness. “That’s some boat you got there, let me guess...the wife’s idea?” He queried, eyebrows waggling emphatically as Aizawa descended from the metal ladder and onto the wooden pier; eyes rolling into the back of his head at Zhu’s...excitable personality. The two had known each other for about two years or so, having gotten acquainted over the course of Shota’s many trips between Japan and the States, and sometimes South America. Zhu Kanaka was a man of the lower ranks, opting to use his easygoing disposition to negotiate deals for Takami “Lord of The Skies” Keigo, better known as Hawks. Standing at a solid 6 foot 4, with thick black locks that spiked into a point reminiscent of an onion, thick bushy brows and a set jaw, you’d think he wouldn’t hesitate to punt anyone like a football.

At least until he opened his mouth.

“As it turns out, Emi hates the damn thing. Makes her seasick. Hizashi talked me into getting the fuckin’ eyesore.” He intoned. His left hand palmed his slacks for the emergency pack of cigarettes he kept in his back pocket for when he was stressed during a deal, although he never really needed them anymore after Eri said she wanted him to quit. He still held on to them though, just in case. “The hell you waiting for? You know the deal man. Let’s see it.” He muttered, silently willing for Zhu to get on with it so he could get in a bed. Three and a half hours on a goddamned boat (that you didn’t even want to begin with) will do that to you.

“Someone looks like he needs a nap. Alright, I got ya. Count it, make sure it’s all there. I had Thing 1 and Thing 2 back there pack it, so you might wanna double check.” Zhu quipped, jerking a thumb towards the two young men currently engaged in a heated game of Rock, Paper, Scissors; the pair of them flushing upon receiving one of Aizawa’s infamous stares. Two thick black duffles were handed to his two bodyguards, the men immediately unzipping and checking the stacks, a mental tally steadily climbing higher and higher as they sifted through the cash.

“He’s good. Four hundred thousand in each bag. It’s all there, Eraser.” Sato affirmed, Toru nodding alongside the man. “Good. Go ahead and call Jamie, tell him to bring the car around. Zhu, I’ll send Sato and Toru to help your men unload our shipment. It’s a hefty one, so you’ll need the assistance.” Shota offered, shoulders visibly relaxing at the thought of getting some alone time in an empty hotel room.

“Yeah that’d be great, thanks! How long you in town for?”

“Until about 3pm tomorrow. I’ll be on my flight back to Kyushu then.” He states, right arm extending to clasp the other man’s hand in a firm grip. “You’re goin to that meeting the Big Man’s holding in a few days right?” Zhu queries. “Unfortunately, yes. Gonna miss my little girl’s first doctor’s appointment for this shit.”

“No way! She had the baby?!?!? Congratulations man! How’s it feel?” Zhu exclaims, eyes alight with joy for his friend’s new addition to the family. “Feels good. She had a smooth pregnancy, everything worked out fine. Hana’s beautiful, and healthy. I couldn’t be more proud.” Shota brags slightly, heart swelling at the thought of his little girl and how proud he was to know he’d helped in making someone so...ethereal. “Wow. Raising another kid, you flying out all the damn time, along with whatever else you got goin on?? No wonder you look like shit.”

Red eyes and floating hair caused Zhu to immediately retract his former statement.

“Aw I’m just joshin’ Eraser! But I hear ya. It’s a lotta’ sacrifices that go into this, but they’re who we do it for. All of it. Ya know?” Zhu amends, eyes shimmering with the reflection of the city lights off of the water.

Did he even know who... or what he was doing this for anymore?

Shota found himself asking that question more and more often as of late.

“...Right.”

“Anyway, you’re probably spent, so I’ll leave you to it. It was good seeing you man, send Emi my love!” Zhu shouted as he slowly walked towards the men unloading his boat. “Likewise. Tell Macie and the kids I said hello.” Aizawa responded dryly, body screaming for some kind of relief from this exhaustion.

“Will do! Oh, by the way! You might wanna bring some cooler clothes and sunscreen with your pale ass, I hear Guadalajara’s pretty sunny around this time of year! See you in a few days man!” The male laughed, throwing him a wave as he slowly disappeared into the darkness of the port. Massaging the bridge of his nose in irritation, Aizawa nodded in acknowledgement as Jamie pulled up alongside him; his hand reaching for the handle and dragging his siphoned body into the backseat.

Jamie could sense his employer’s weary expression, and didn’t make any attempts at conversation, merely opting to start making his way to the hotel while smooth jazz floated through the car. Forehead against the door of the towncar, Shota typed out a quick message to his wife:

“Alcohol is the last thing you need sweetheart, and I love you too. Got another meeting in a few days, mandatory. I’ll in be in Mexico, so I’ll miss Hana’s appointment. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to the two of you.”

Sent.

The message sat for a few seconds before Emi read and typed out a response:

“Aw, bummer! </3 Dont worry, work is much more important right now. I’ll be sure to take lots of pictures!”

“You don’t have to make it up to us, you caring is enough. Get some sleep old man, me and the girls love you. xoxo, Wifey 😘 ”

He didn’t deserve her.

He didn’t deserve any of them.

This he knew. And yet, it didn’t stop him from responding to the unknown number that texted his phone every time he happened to be in town.

“Same time and place? Desperately in the mood to play....My toys just aren’t as good as yours, Eraser. ;)”

His heart sank. A beat passes. Then two.

Calloused thumbs move fluidly across the screen. He’s done this far too many times.

“Be there in 10. You know the routine.”

And in retrospect...he would’ve been way better off just blowing off Guadalajara and going to Hana’s appointment.

Because while he wrapped her slick ponytail around his hand, as a head that wasn’t his wife’s dipped between his legs, he didn’t think this would be his last moment of peace. Shoved down the throat of a woman who’s name he had long forgotten, settling for calling her whatever pet name he felt like adorning her with, her hands clawing at the soft and sleek cotton of his trousers.

Aizawa never anticipated that this would be the last time he would be in a room without immediate reinforcements, and be content.

The last time someone he didn’t trust with his life knew his location, and he wasn’t terrified.

The last moments of peace in his world before it all went to hell.

Temecula, California;

1:36am

The office floor was barren. Dark, coffee stained carpet congealed with the bacteria of old and new; giving it a sad beige color from the creamy foam-like white it was when the building was built. Cubicles cluttered with miscellaneous paperwork from separate departments, all of it raining down from desk to desk like a fresh layer of snow on the first day of winter. Tired, weary hands typed at a computer with precision and accuracy, the warm glow from the screen illuminating the buttons on her blouse as she plowed through each document. Her body raged for a moment of rest, but she couldn’t give in. Not when so much was at stake, not when so much needed to be done in so little time.

After a few minutes, and approximately twelve sips of bittersweet lukewarm coffee, the fingers came to a halt. A sigh of relief was freed from her body as she pushed the enter button on the dusty, tan keyboard and began to pack up for the night. Since the computers were set on an activity timer, there was no need for her to physically shut it down. After 30 seconds of no visible movement, the screen flashed a message declaring that the activity would be suspended within the next 2 minutes if no motion was detected. Content with her work, she slung her work bag over her shoulder, and trudged towards the elevator, mentally clocking out for the night.

As the elevator slowly carried its passenger down, the computer continued its countdown before discontinuing its power, leaving the following words for nobody but its future recipient to read:

Drug Enforcement Agency Operative Travel Request:

Agent: L/N, F/N

Current Operation: Potential formation of a rising cartel under the leadership and or affiliation of Pro Heroes Hawks, Endeavor, and Eraserhead. Agent has been undercover for eight months and twenty-seven days.

Investigation Status: Active

Location of Travel: Guadalajara, Mexico

Reason for Request: Possible gathering of multiple Hero-Run plazas to discuss further movement. Will gather more intel and gain trust of suspects involved/acquire more resources for investigation.

Travel Request Status: Accepted.

#shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa x female reader #aizawa x you #mha x reader #aizawa x reader #nyafterhours

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90s-belladonna · 4 years

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☾ ☾ ☾ Master List ☾ ☾ ☾

☆BNHA Headcanons☆

~ Pro Heroes ~

Hawks-

what he’d be like on stan twitter

songs fitting of him

Hawks dating a ballerina

what alpha Hawks is like when courting an omega ( x Fem!Reader omegaverse au)

Hawks x underground hero w/ snow owl quirk ( x reader)

Hawks dating a shy s/o ( x Fem!Reader)

his s/o finding out he has talons ( x reader)

if he had a vigilante s/o ( x reader)

what he’s like during sweater weather ( x reader)

if his s/o had a pet hawk ( x reader)

if his s/o didn’t like chicken ( x reader)

if his s/o was injured ( x reader)

realizing he’s in love ( x reader)

if endeavor found his stan account

falling in love with his sidekick ( x reader)

on his birthday ( x reader)

with a non-verbal s/o ( x reader)

Mt. Lady-

what she’s like in a relationship

nsfw headcanons ( x M!Reader)

Midnight-

what she’s like in a relationship

nsfw headcanons ( x M!Reader)

Pixie Bob-

what she’s like in a relationship

nsfw headcanons ( x M!Reader)

Endeavor-

my personal hc for his sexuality

Eraserhead-

how he’d react to someone lifting his s/o’s skirt

him doing yoga

~ First Year Students ~

Shoto Todoroki-

seeing sexual fan art of his s/o with another pro hero

when his s/o wins the miss con pageant

how he’d react to someone lifting his s/o’s skirt

Katsuki Bakugo-

seeing sexual fan art of his s/o with another pro hero

when his s/o wins the miss con pageant

Katsuki dating a ballerina

with an self conscious s/o

Hitoshi Shinso-

when his s/o wins the miss con pageant

Eijiro Kirishima-

how he’d react to someone lifting his s/o’s skirt

Denki Kaminari-

Kyoka Jiro-

reaction to her boyfriend being a stoner

Momo Yaoyorozu-

what she’s like in a relationship

nsfw headcanons ( x M!Reader)

Tokoyami Fumikage-

Tokoyami on social media

Mina Ashido-

what she’s like in a relationship

nsfw headcanons ( x M!Reader)

Ibara Shiozaki-

what she’s like in a relationship

nsfw headcanons ( x M!Reader)

reaction to her boyfriend being a stoner

Mei Hatsume-

what she’s like in a relationship

nsfw headcanons ( x M!Reader)

reaction to her boyfriend being a stoner

Tsuyu Asui-

what she’s like in a relationship

nsfw headcanons ( x M!Reader)

reaction to her boyfriend being a stoner

Yuga Aoyama✨-

Tenya Iida-

Izuku Midoryia-

Ochaco Uraraka-

what she’s like in a relationship

nsfw headcanons ( x M!Reader)

~ Third Year Students ~

Mirio Togata-

what alpha Mirio is like when courting an omega ( x Fem!Reader omegaverse au)

songs fitting of him

Tamaki Amajiki-

songs fitting of him

Nejire Hado-

songs fitting of her

~ Villains ~

Kai Chisaki-

songs fitting of him

Dabi-

songs fitting of him

Spinner-

cuddling with his s/o on a cold night

~ Civilians & Dead Characters ~

Natsuo Todoroki

what he’s like in a relationship

songs fitting of him

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yuki4amano · 15 days

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Midnight Musings. Confessions in the Night: The Vigilante's Dilemma

The night was thick with tension as Izuku Midoriya, known to the world as the vigilante Phoenix, stood on the balcony of Yuki Amano's apartment, his heart pounding in his chest. He had come here with a purpose, a mission to finally confess his feelings to the girl who had captured his heart with her kindness and resilience.

But as he peered through the glass door, Izuku's determination wavered, replaced by a sudden rush of uncertainty. What if Yuki rejected him? What if she didn't feel the same way? These thoughts swirled in his mind, threatening to consume him whole.

With a deep breath, Izuku pushed aside his doubts and resolved to face his fears head-on. He would do whatever it took to win Yuki's heart, even if it meant risking rejection. Steeling himself, he reached for the door handle, only to freeze as a realization struck him like a bolt of lightning.

He was still wearing his vigilante outfit.

Cursing his forgetfulness, Izuku glanced down at the green and black costume that clung to his frame, the symbol of Phoenix emblazoned proudly across his chest. He couldn't confess his feelings to Yuki while dressed as a vigilante; it would only complicate things further.

With a resigned sigh, Izuku turned to leave, intent on returning home to change into something more suitable for a heartfelt confession. But before he could make his escape, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway, followed by the soft click of the bedroom door opening.

Panic surged through Izuku's veins as he realized he was trapped, caught between the desire to reveal his true feelings and the need to maintain his secret identity. In a split-second decision, he dove beneath Yuki's bed, praying that she wouldn't notice his presence.

As Yuki entered the room, Izuku held his breath, his heart pounding in his ears as he listened to her movements. To his relief, she seemed oblivious to his presence, lost in her world as she began to act out a scene from one of her daydreams.

Izuku's cheeks burned crimson as he listened to Yuki's fantasies, her voice filled with longing and passion as she spoke of dating a fictional character named Mikaela. It was both endearing and agonizing to hear, knowing that he could never compete with the image of her perfect fantasy.

But as he lay there in silence, Izuku couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for Yuki, her vulnerability tugging at his heartstrings in ways he never thought possible. She was so much more than he had ever imagined, a complex and multifaceted person with hopes and dreams of her own.

And at that moment, as he lay hidden beneath her bed, Izuku made a silent vow to himself. He would do whatever it took to win Yuki's heart, even if it meant revealing his true identity as Phoenix. For she was worth more to him than anything in this world, and he would stop at nothing to make her his own.

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