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The Mischaracterization of Dabi (side rant lol)

I’m just going to do a mini rant on this topic because this has been on my mind for awhile now. All I got say is that I hate, hate, hateeee how people characterize Dabi in certain fanfics. Like I’m sick and tired of the “playboy” and slutty Dabi fics,like this mf does NOT get any play. He’s canonically a loser and doesn’t have the esteem or energy to be having 50 baby mamas and random side pieces!!! We need to have more dabi fics where this mf is just being himself without the extra stuff. (But honestly atp it isn’t just Dabi being misread by the fandom)

Hawks hcs

Side note: I’m going to keep these hc’s as realistic as possible. Similar to the Dabi post I did, most of the hc’s are going to be pretty angst. There might be some spelling mistakes since I made this kinda late at night lmao. I hope you guys enjoy!!

-the relationship is going to be pretty long distance, due to hero work( even more now because his new role of becoming president of the hero commission).If we’re being completely honest here,he is NOT going to there all time. There would be minimal interactions between you because of his work(he’s 100% a workaholic)

-when he does find time he’ll try and plan out a date for you. The dates would take place in cafes or lavish restaurants( he got money to spend). The dates would be used for you guys to catch up.

-When he’s busy with work he’ll try to give you quick calls to make sure that you’re okay. He’s very attentive when it comes to your feelings and is willing to listen to you talk about them.

-he might know a bit of sexual stuff but not fully since he’s been watched practically his whole life. If he does participate in it he’s going to be pretty experimental and vanilla. He’s not going to go all crazy in sexual activities but is willing to try things out.

-In relationship he’s definitely going to be a tease. He’ll tease you on little things you did in the past or recently. He’s ones of those people who can bring up something embarrassing you did years ago and still get a laugh out of it.

-He’ll physically show his love with hand holding, hugs, cuddling(if he even gets home on time to do it LOL), and kisses. The kisses would be pretty cutesy ranging from side kisses or smooches on the lips lol. Don’t expect too much though because he’s more of a gifting/ acts of service type of guy than an extremely lovey dovey guy.

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Kinda short but maybe I’ll make a longer one next time lol <33

Dabi hc’s

side note: This isn’t going to have any fluff to it, these are just some realistic hc’s I have for him. Most of these are going to be pretty angst. I hope you guys enjoy!

-He is NOT going to use pet names or cutesy nicknames. Don’t expect him to call you “doll” or “baby”, this mf is a straight-up loner and can barely understand flirting. He’s only going to use your name or a shorter version of it THAT’S IT!

-Kinda similar to the first one but if you try to create cute nicknames for him, I guarantee you that he would dip IMMEDIATELY. Calling him anything other than Dabi is a huge ick of him.

- He’s definitely not oblivious to sexual stuff but he’s probably not going to participate in it what so ever. He simply doesn’t have interest in it and definitely doesn’t have the energy for it.

-If he somehow does participate in sexual activities, it’s going to be very vanilla. Nothing flashy or fancy. He won’t mind being top or bottom. During it he’ll be pretty quiet, depending on the mood.

-In a relationship, he is going to be very lowkey and distant. He’s not going to put a whole lot of effort in the relationship but he will stay loyal if you’re loyal to him.

-He’s not going to take you out on romantic dates or spend cuddle time with you. The most he can do is hangout at your place or at a tucked away spot where the two of you can just talk.

-His way of affection is spending quality time with you. Physical affection for him is some hand holding, hugs, and occasional kisses. The kisses would be sort of awkward too, like let’s be for real.. he not going full French kiss on you (it would be shocking if he even knew how to do that). The most he can do is a side kiss or a little boop on the lips LMFAO.

-His way of joking with is you is by pissing you off. It’s pretty obvious that Dabi isn’t the nicest person so it’s expected for him to be a tease. The sly comments are constant with him.

Alternate part: This part is going to follow the scenario of if you were apart of the L.O.V. The first part was more of a broad following of hc’s.

-On missions with him he will not be interacting with you in a lovey dovey way. He’s going to be straightforward and focused on the task.

-If the fight gets too heated he would step in to at least make sure that nobody, including you, doesn’t die.

-He’ll try to watch your back as much as he can. Just in case if anything goes wrong or off track.

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So sorry that this post is pretty short lol, this is my first time ever posting. More will posted soon <3

She's our daughter Erasermic x adopted daughter

Pt1

Quirk ( healing hands, detect life and summon fighters) (Skyrim)

It has been two weeks about to be three since y/n got a phone call that her mother/father/guardian disowned her because they didn't want her to be a hero but she went to school to be a hero anyway.

Y/n sighed as she laid in her bed in her dorm room. It was Christmas break and she was one of the few students who stayed at school instead of going home. Y/n was about to try and sleep when a knock on her door startled her. Y/n slowly made her way to her door, once she opened it partly she peeked out to see Mr Aizawa and Mr Hizashi she opened the door more "Mr Aizawa Mr Hizashi how can I help you?" Y/n asked Mr Hizashi smiled "Well little little listener how would you feel about coming home with us for the holidays?" Mr Hizashi asked y/n froze and lifted a eye brow "Huh?!" Mr Aizawa shook his head as Mr Hizashi chuckled "They're closing the dorms because a pipe froze and busted on the bottom floor so the students who are still here are either going to a hotel or with teachers. We'll have Eri and Shinso and we heard you were still here so we thought we'd ask" Mr Aizawa said with a shrug (nothing bad will happen all are trustworthy)

"are you sure?" Y/n asked Mr Hizashi smiled "of course! If we didn't want to we wouldn't have asked!" Mr Hizashi said smiling brightly, y/n swore she might go blind "sure I won't mind. Let me go pack" y/n said turning away from the door and walking over to her closet and packing a weeks worth of clothes, y/n also packed a blanket into her suitcase and grabbed a pillow, before walking out her dorm room door and closed it. Mr Hizashi smiled again before side hugging her "This will be the best break of your life let's go!" Mr Hizashi said as he grabbed one of Aizawas and y/ns hands and took off to the elevator. Once they got to the bottom floor y/n saw Shinso and Eri sitting on a couch "Y/n!" Eri yelled as she got off the couch and ran towards her y/n smiled before letting go of Mr Hizashis hand and bending down to catch the fast approaching child. Eri giggled as she ran into y/ns arms and hugged her, Shinso walked up to everyone "Hey y/n" he sounded so tired "Hi Shinso didn't sleep well?" Y/n asked Shinso shock his head "naw but I'm ok. Are we ready to go?" Shinso asked everyone nodded Y/n had put Eri down and they started walking outside as Eri held both Mr Hizashi and Mr Aizawas hands. "Any idea about what we're doing this week?" Y/n asked the tired boy "Nope do you?" Shinso replied y/n shock her head "we'll find out soon enough" y/n said with a Chuckle as the reached the back of Mr Hizashis car Shinso nodded. Y/n and Shinso put their luggage in the trunk before getting in the back seat, Aizawa had already put Eri in. Once everyone was in and buckled up Mr Hizashi moved the mirror to look at us "Alrighty my little listeners are y'all ready for a awesome week?!" ERI, Y/N and Shinso nodded and said yes and Mr Hizashi has crunk up the car before pulling out of the schools parking lot.

This will be a amazing week

Nobody hmu

Sleep a little easier

Katsuki Bakugo x reader

Hurt/comfort! Reader has nightmares about the war, and Katsuki is there to comfort them

tw: nightmares, a small panic attack, spoilers for the manga, thats about it I think :)

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The nightmares started shortly after the war ended. 

There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that everyone in your class suffered from them, after the horrors you all experienced, and so you kept quiet. More often than not you’d end up awake all night, either forgoing sleep so you didn't have to relive that day, or the subsequent anxiety attack after your nightmare being bad enough to prevent you from getting any more rest. But life went on, and the only change in your daily life was a heavy increase in caffeine to keep up with classes, and besides that no one seemed to notice.

Or so you thought.

It was Friday night and Mina organized a movie night for your main little friend group to hang out before break. The invite was of course extended to everyone, but most people already had plans, or headed home for break early.

Kiri decided to subject you all to ‘Human Earthworm 4’ which he swears up and down is actually a love story, to which you all just sigh and settle in. The bunch of you cram onto the large couch in the middle, squishing you between the armrest and Bakugo, as you fight a blush from rising on your cheeks. Sero turns out the light before running to the opposite end of the couch as Kiri queues up the movie, talking Mina’s ear off about the first three in the series. Carefully you try to spread out your blanket across your legs, doing your best to not invade Bakugo’s personal space more than you already are.

He observes you out of the corner of his eye before glancing at the others, seeing them enthralled in the show already

“Here” he gruffs out, hand darting for the other edge of the blanket, simultaneously dragging it across both your legs, and throwing his other arm up on the couch behind you, so you can settle further in with a little more room. 

“Thank you” you smile up at him, hoping the dim lighting from the TV hides the heat you can feel burning your face.

As time goes on you do your best to pay attention, but slowly you start to nod off, head drooping, before shooting back up awake. After watching this cycle for a while Bakugo slides his arm off the couch, gently pressing your head against his shoulder, as his arm falls across yours.

“Take a nap princess, you look like you need it” he whispers in your ear. Somewhere in the back of your mind you make a mental note to freak out about the position you two are in and the nickname later on, maybe even over analyze every part of this interaction with Mina too. But for now the warmth of his body and the smell of his cologne lull you into a somewhat peaceful sleep. 

Well, a short lived one.

You saw it seconds before it actually happened, the fate that was to come, and in the blink of an eye, Bakugo is launched through the air, dead before he even hits the ground. 

You scream, but no sound comes out.

God you’re so tired, your leg is broken, and your quirk is fried, but you have to get to him. 

So you crawl. 

Agony shoots up every nerve in your body as you drag your weary bones across the field, sobs wracking your entire being.

“Bakugo?” you shake his shoulder, hardly able see him through the tears in your eyes

“Get up please, it’s not funny” you mumble, sobbing even harder. 

Oh god, you can’t even do chest compressions because his fucking sternum was blown out. For a second you think you might hurl. 

“Katsuki?” you manage to whisper, throat tight, gripping his hand, like you could physically will him back into his body.

But this is where your nightmare always differs from reality, as you glance up, ready to scream yourself raw to get him some help, but find everyone else is already dead, and it’s just you alone with Katsuki’s body, with no way to fix him, as Shigaraki slowly approaches you. 

“I think I’m in love with you” you whisper to him, a secret you were always too scared to say out loud, or even admit to yourself “I’ve always sort of known, and I never said anything and now I never will and I-“ you’re cut off by a violent sob, choosing to curl into his side instead, and wait for the enviable blow to be delivered. 

You lost. 

But Katsuki would never let you live down giving up, so with shaky hands you reach for one of the last grenades strapped to his belt, but Shigaraki is on you before you can even breathe. You yelp, and-

You jolt awake with a stuttered breath, sobs ripping themselves from your chest uncontrollably. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you’re aware it was a nightmare but your body and heart can’t seem to keep up, as your soul feels trapped in that damned coffin in the sky. 

You desperately claw at your chest, trying to get breath in and the dull ache out but nothing seems to be working. That is, until you feel warm hands cupping your wet cheeks. 

Faintly, you hear your name being called, softly summoning you back to reality from whatever hellish realm you slipped off to. 

Slowly the world around you comes into focus, the lounge, now absent of all your friends, except for one very concerned looking Katsuki who’s holding you as softly as he can, like both your lives depend on it. You try to focus on his face, the sharp features you love so much illuminated by the dim light of the movie’s end credit screen.

“Breath, sweetheart, you have to get some air in, ok? Can you do that for me?” He takes one of your hands and places it on his chest

“Nice and slow, just follow me” he murmurs. The two of you sit like this, close enough to see every fleck in his crimson eyes, until your breathing evens out and your sobs subside. Katsuki doesn’t dare let go of your hands.

“How long?” He asks, not having to clarify any further. You let out a weak laugh

“Day after the war?” You question, not even remembering yourself how long you’ve been having the nightmares at this point. 

“Every night?” He softly presses, a deep need to assess the situation and find a solution. You sigh, looking away from him

“Everytime I close my eyes” You whisper, as he silently just nods

“About me?” you whip your head back to him in surprise, but before you could ask, he goes on “You were murmuring my name before you woke up” this time he looks away, guilt clear as day on his face “I’m sorry” he whispers, and for a moment your head spins. He’s sorry? Why is he sorry?

“Katsuki” you tilt his face back towards you, debating your next few words “It wasn’t your fault”

“But-“ you silence him with a glare

“I have nightmares because in that moment there was nothing I could do to-“ your voice cracks, and you pause for a second “In that moment I thought I lost you forever. And that was the worst moment of my life, and I realized I never even told you-“ you cut yourself off, shaking your head “But you’re ok” You give him a weak smile

“But you're having these nightmares because I was stupid and I- I died! And you had to see that!” he spits out, anger rising “I put you through that, I put you all through that! Everyone knows the nerd only just started being able to look at me again without bursting into tears, and I’m not sure dunce face is ever going to be the same again, and now you-“ You lean in, wrapping your arms around his middle, as the words die on his tongue. 

“We were in a war Katsuki” you say softly “All of us are only 16 and have seen more horrors than most of the world has ever known existed. Every single one of us is still working through what we went through, including you” he stays silent “I have nightmares about losing you, because I care. For you. Deeply.” you let your words hang, letting him take them however he needs to. 

Katsuki has always known something was different about you, that something between the two of you was more important than anything else. Charged, in a way he had never experienced before. He hates seeing you hurt, and he hates knowing he is the cause of it. But here you are, comforting him, even after having a nightmare about him that he was trying to comfort you over. Everytime he thinks he can’t fall any harder, you smile at him and it feels like the floor disappears from beneath his feet. He knows he can't ignore it anymore, push away his feelings for your safety. He wants to be selfish with you, consequences be damned.

You feel his hands tighten and relax against the fabric of your sweatshirt multiple times before he finally speaks up

“Go out with me” he pauses, as you draw back to look at him “on a date” he glances away and the wheels in your brain stop turning. At your silence he glances back, this time holding eye contact, determination clear on his face “I care about you too. More than the others, more than I cared to admit to myself until recently” He loosens a breath, before continuing “I want to spend all my time with you, even if it sounds stupid. I just-” he pauses again “Want to be with you… always” he looks at you almost hopefully, waiting for an answer, trying to read your mind. 

A smile breaks out on your face, to which he answers with a grin 

“Yes Katsuki! A million times yes!” You tackle him further back onto the couch burying your face in his chest, feeling the rumble of a laugh on your cheek

“Alright, alright don’t be too excited sweetheart” he teases, but his words hold no heat, and the smile on his face is shining brighter than ever before, not that you can see it. You’re perfectly content to stay right where you are, listening to his heartbeat pounding strong, if not a little bit fast, in his chest. Maybe you'll sleep just a little bit easier at night if you can listen to its sweet rhythm while you fall asleep.

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A/n: Hello!! This is my first ever fic really so if it sucks I'm trying ok!! I'm also still figuring out how tumblr works so Thats about it,, have a good day/night everyone!!

I want to write fan fiction but I need ideas and characters please! 😭 I can never thing of anything-

Things accepted are:

SEXUALITY/GENDERS:

~Any!! (Bi, les, gay, pan, ace, poly, etc.)

~Any!! ( Afab, amab, Ftm, mtf, genderfluid, nb, etc.)

FANDOMS:

~ MHA/BNHA

~ FNAF Security Breach

~ Monster High

~ Percy Jackson ( I have the books, movies, and watched all of the show! so I am fully equipt to write about them! )

~ Sam and Colby

~ Avatar ( James Cameron )

~ OITNB

~HxH

~BTS ( any K-pop group )

~Harry Potter ( books and movies too! )

~My Babysitters a Vampire

~ Stardew valley

~ Game of Thrones

And tons of others ( I'll make a list sometime this week or next of everyone I'll write! If there are any requests then I can and most likely will write for them after doing the needed research! )

I will do smut 100%, fluff 100%, angst 100%, just give me ideas and I’ll tell you if I can or can’t do it ;)

This was cute :((

Trials ( An Erasermic x Reader Medieval AU)

Written: December 2020-Feb 2021

Total Word Count: 52.8 K

Wattpad link for easy reading: https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/259612193/write/1029582306

Since it’s so long and organized into chapters I’m posting two at a time and linking the posts in order below.

I’ve been hacking away at this since just after Christmas, it’s basically a novel at the point and I’m immensely proud of it.  Please enjoy! There are requests that are on the way, this longer piece took precedence.  

This post includes: physical violence, mental health, traumatic experiences and the aftermath, use of pain-relieving medications, cursing, sexual content (not full smut, sorry kids), depictions of physical assault/ beatings and forced drowning, mild religious content, and a prominent polyamorous romantic relationship.

Polyamory: the practice of engaging in multiple sexual relationships with the consent of all the people involved.

Mental Health note: This piece touches on panic and anxiety born from trauma, some religious-based discrimination and trauma as well as physical captivity and assault.  

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The silence in Katsuki's dorm room was thick enough to chew. The only sound was the soft hum of the overhead fan and the rhythmic groans escaping his lips as you worked on his arms.

It had been another brutal training session, pushing his quirk to its limits and then some. Now, his arms screamed in protest, burning like a thousand tiny suns. But instead of his usual complaints and threats, Katsuki lay there, eyes squeezed shut, his jaw clenched. He knew you were taking care of him, and for once, his pride wasn't putting up a fight.

Your touch was gentle, your fingers kneading the muscles, thumbs working on the pressure points. He could feel your quirk working its magic, a slow, steady drain of his pain that didn't sap his strength. It was a secret they shared, a language of touch only they understood.

You moved from his arms to his shoulders, your fingers tracing the old scars like familiar constellations. He flinched at the touch of one, a jagged reminder of a nasty fall during their childhood.

"It's okay," You whisper, voice soft as a feather. "I'm not going to hurt you."

He scoffed, but there was no bite to it. He knew he was a walking hazard, especially after a day like today.

Your touch continued its journey, navigating the map of his face, tracing the high cheekbones, the sharp jawline, the scar that bisected his eyebrow. He almost growled when your hands reached the burn mark on his chest, a souvenir from that time he'd overheated his own damn body.

Then, your fingers were in his hair, gently massaging his scalp. The tension he didn't even realize he held melted away like ice under a summer sun. He could almost hear the crackle of electricity fading from his skin.

"You know," he mumbled, his voice thick with fatigue, "you shouldn't be doing this for me."

"Says the idiot who used his quirk till his arms felt like they were gonna fall off?" You countered, a playful lilt in your voice.

He couldn't help but crack a grin. "Well, someone's gotta make sure the damn King can still throw a good punch."

You snorted. "You're such a dork."

But the playful jab was laced with something softer, something honest. They'd known each other since they were snot-nosed brats, and somewhere along the line, their childhood friendship had blossomed into something more.

He didn't need fancy words or grand gestures to know you cared. It was in the way you'd always have his back, even when he pushed you away. It was in the quiet understanding that passed between them without needing to be spoken.

It was in the way you could calm his inner explosion with a touch, a whisper, a shared laugh.

He opened his eyes, meeting your gaze. Your eyes, like molten gold, held a tenderness that made his chest ache in a good way.

"Thanks," he muttered, the word rough on his tongue.

You smiled, a slow, genuine smile that lit up your whole face. "Anytime, Kats."

And as you sat there, his head in your lap, your fingers still playing with his hair, the silence no longer felt heavy. It was filled with unspoken words, comfortable companionship, and a love that crackled like electricity, yet felt as soothing as a summer rain.

He was Bakugo, the King of Explosions, always loud, always proud. But with you, he could just be Katsuki. Just your Katsuki. And in that quiet room, under the soft hum of the fan, that was more than enough.

Hi! Could you do Iida yandere headcanons? If it can be sfw and nsfw it would be lovely, thank you <3

Of course! I love Iida and I think his brand of yandere would be pretty interesting :x He crosses me as a guilty, self aware type of yandere.

It got kind of angsty, just to warn you ;;;;; The first chunk of headcanons are SFW, and then towards the end I indicate when the NSFW starts.

Yandere!Iida Headcanons

He's absolutely terrified of his own possessive urges when it comes to you. The more he falls for you, the more he wants to keep you all to himself, to the point where he wants to hide you away from others. He's aware that it isn't normal, let alone something a good hero would do. No, that sounds rather villainous, actually. It's something Iida struggles with a lot. He strives to be a good person, worthy of the name Ingenium. He wants to be someone his family and the people around him can be proud of, he wants you to be proud to be with him. The darker, uglier side of him causes him a lot of distress, and he wonders sometimes, when you look at him, if you can see the darkness there. It makes him sick to consider it.

He ends up going to Tensei for advice. "Can you love someone too much?" and Tensei, thinking it's just Tenya, his earnest and good baby brother Tenya, being an overthinker, laughs off his concerns. He assures Tenya that there's no way he could ever love someone too much, and that love should be given to that special someone as freely as possible. Poor Tensei doesn't see the darkness in his little brother's heart, he doesn't understand what he just endorsed.

Iida still tries to hold back with you, still strives to be that good hero he wants to be. But he gradually slips deeper and deeper.

He meddles in your affairs. He views you as helpless (regardless of how competent you actually are) and finds ways to take tasks away from you, discouraging you from taking on too many (if any) responsibilities, insisting that it's for your own good, and he truly believes it. You might find yourself gradually losing more of your agency.

If you're also a hero, the absolute, white hot rage he feels when a villain manages to hurt you is hard for him to contain. He barely manages to stop himself from hunting the villain down (reminding himself, over and over, what he promised himself after the Stain incident). If he's on the scene with you, he's brutal with his interference, his engines roaring as he takes the villain down quickly and with excessive force so he can reach your side. His blood rushes in his ears and you look so frighteningly fragile to him. Why did you choose this life? It's not suited to you at all, it's much too dangerous. He wants to hide you away more than ever, lock you away from everything that can even think of hurting you.

Iida eventually spirals further down into his obsession with you, and it's tragic. This isn't the person he wanted to be. But as he takes away more of your agency, isolates you more, and eventually steals you away completely, he becomes almost resigned to it. Because the other option is letting you go, and he can't do that, selfish as that is.

If you grow scared of him, become angry with him or disgusted by his possessive nature, he feels awful about it, but he only clings to you tighter, fruitlessly begging for your love and forgiveness.

NSFW

Iida's almost frantic when he fucks you, holding you tight, engines revving, thrusting quick and deep. It's like he thinks you'll disappear on him if he lets you go. He whispers apologies into your skin, eyes misty. He feels like a pervert how much he wants you, the lust you inspire in him.

He wants to bite and mark you, paint your skin with his claim on you, but he can never bring himself to do so, not wanting to maul you like a beast. However, he leaves bruises from his grip sometimes, around your wrists as he holds you down, pressing you into the mattress as his hard body bears down flush against you. Or when he grips your hips and pulls you insistently onto his cock. He always feels bad when he sees them, but deep down it's satisfying, they're proof that you're his.

If it reaches the point where you know about Iida's possessive nature, where he stops denying it and he takes you away, he'd never force you to do anything in the bedroom. But it doesn't stop him from wanting you, so much that it hurts, so much that he can't hide it. The littlest things about you arouse him, and though he'd keep his distance, you're constantly aware of the heated stares he sends your way, the tent in his pants as he hurriedly excuses himself from the room. You hear him in the bathroom sometimes, the undeniable sound of him pleasuring himself, your name on his lips. Your dirty clothes disappear sometimes, returning to you freshly washed and neatly folded, and you know what they've been through.

(Requests)

HIII, I wanted to ask for a one shot (if possible) about Aizawa x idol!reader, that it's about the reader being a Kpop idol, and Aizawa is very obsessed with her and goes to all her concerts and spies on her and etc.. . something like that

(Laser: Hello! Thanks for the request :) This was an interesting one to work on and I hope I did it justice. It kind of goes full yandere at the end, so I hope that's alright.)

Idol-ization (Aizawa/F!Idol!Reader)

Content: Yandere themes, obsession, stalking, kidnapping.

MHA-MHA-MHA

Aizawa couldn't explain it.

He had no interest in idols, in celebrity culture in general. Your music wasn't anything like the music he usually listened to, and he'd never been one to be swayed by the looks of a beautiful woman.

But the moment he saw you, he just knew he was doomed. And maybe he'd doomed you, too.

You were in Japan as a part of your world tour, performing concerts and the occasional interview in-between. One of those interviews was with "Put Your Hands Up! Radio" and Mic, who was actually a fan of your music, wouldn't shut up about having the opportunity to meet you. Aizawa had no interest in it, but he let his friend carry on about it anyway.

He happened to be stopping by Mic’s radio station to discuss UA business the day of your interview. He caught some of the end of it as he waited for his friend outside of the broadcast booth, watching you chat with the voice hero live on air through the glass window.

He was struck then by your grace, holding yourself in the way a princess might. By your laugh, a sound that smoothly washed over him, warm and sweet. And your eyes-

God, your eyes.

So… genuine and alluring. There was sincerity there, a spirit that drew him in, and he found that he couldn’t look away from you.

As the interview came to an end, Mic was eager to introduce the two of you. You smiled at Aizawa and shook his hand, and Aizawa was surprised by the softness of your skin, how delicate and breakable you felt in his grasp. He’d forgotten how fragile a person could be.

He followed you back to your hotel that night.

A full week passed of surveilling your every move before he could stop and consider what the hell he was even doing.

This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t behavior wasn’t healthy, especially regarding a stranger. He knew this, but he couldn’t stop himself. He was so fascinated by you, your every move enchanted for him for reasons he couldn’t even begin to understand.

Aizawa learned a lot about you in a short amount of time. Your every waking moment was centered around your career, you were constantly rehearsing, exercising, going to interviews, performances. He learned some of your songs by heart, learned your catchphrases, your brand tie-ins, your style.

He also learned how strict you were with yourself, maintaining your appearance and persona with a level of discipline he rarely saw in anyone. You didn’t allow yourself a single slip-up or indulgence. The grace he was struck by when he first met you was something that you diligently maintained.

He was impressed by your commitment, but also concerned. Constantly working like that wasn’t sustainable (the irony of him having such a thought was completely lost on him). There was only so long someone could continue going the way you were before shutting down.

There were other concerns, too, like just how poor your security was.

You had a small, pitiful detail that had not once caught on to Aizawa’s presence, who barely managed to maintain your precious privacy away from your fans, who wouldn’t stand a chance should a real threat approach you. He’d tailed you when you went to your performances and interviews, sneaking into venues and studios with alarming ease. He had to grit his teeth when he watched your security allow people to get too close. At times, a fan even managed to touch your arm or just barely graze through your beautiful hair. It infuriated him.

You were too vulnerable. You didn’t have an offensive quirk and you had no fighting experience, so there was no way you could properly defend yourself. And the people who were supposed to be looking out for you were doing a piss poor job.

You would never have to worry about anything if Aizawa were there. He knew he could protect you, keep you safe, maybe even convince you to get some rest. If it were up to him.

The last straw was when the inevitable happened and your pathetic security allowed a fan to get through while you were resting one evening (early morning, actually) in your hotel room after a performance. The bastard actually managed to get into your room, catching you by surprise as you were trying to enjoy one of your few precious minutes of free time.

Fortunately, Aizawa was looking out for you. He was in the room and had the pest wrapped up in his capture weapon before you could even scream, anger and a fierce protectiveness the likes of which he’d never felt before coursing through his veins.

When you turned those gorgeous eyes of yours to him, expression full of confusion, dawning recognition, and the lingering hints of fear, he felt his heart throb painfully. He crossed the room to you, grasping your shoulders gently, but firmly. You looked so beautiful, yet so fragile. Too fragile. This world was too dangerous for you, and as that thought cemented itself in his head, something dark and twisted settled in his chest.

He squeezed your shoulders, the gesture meant to be comforting, but there was a possessive edge to it.

“Don’t worry,” he said quietly, a tone of finality to his voice, “I’ll never let anyone hurt you.” He pulled you closer to him, your surprised resistance, still not completely grasping the situation you were in, doing little to stop him.

“I’m going to keep you safe.”

That night, a famous idol on tour in Japan disappeared from her hotel room without a trace.

(Requests)

Jealousy, Jealousy (MHA/Fem!Reader)

Summary: Where you're not jealous. Definitely not. (MHA characters reacting to their girlfriend getting jealous. Part 1?)

Characters: Dabi, Aizawa

Content: Jealousy. Violence and Unhinged!Reader in the Dabi one.

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Dabi

You stalked out of the bar, leaving behind the chaos you just caused.

Cold rage coursed through your veins, your pulse pounding in your throat. You could still see that woman's hands all over Dabi, hear the sweet words she was whispering in his ear. That stupid look on her face, the confidence she had that she would be able to take what was yours.

She's lucky all you gave her was a few broken bones.

A hand caught your wrist and you reacted quickly, spinning around drawing on your quirk, ready to strike.

"Take it easy, Angel," Dabi's grinning face, full of twisted amusement, both calmed and paradoxically infuriated you. "It's just me."

You scoffed, the sound a cobra's hiss, and let up on your quirk. You straightened up and pulled away from his grasp in favor of crossing your arms. You'd left him behind when you stormed out, eager to get out before you truly lost control.

He chuckled at your behavior, at the anger still radiating off of you. He was undaunted by it, moving closer, fingers skating along your upper arms. "What was that about, pretty girl? Feeling jealous?"

"I'm not jealous," you spun away from him and began walking again, his skulking footsteps following you. "I just don't tolerate anyone disrespecting me to my face."

"Sure, sure," he obviously didn't buy it.

"Don't piss me off," you snapped, walking faster, "you weren't exactly discouraging the attention, you know."

"And miss out on the show?" you were spun around to face him again and he pushed you up against a wall. His eyes pierced you, his voice a pleasant purr, "not a chance."

You tried to hold onto your anger, but a new kind of heat burned through you at the look on his face, the feeling of his hand running up your side. He nuzzled into your neck, his tongue dragging along your skin and making you shiver.

"Do you know how fucking sexy you looked? Raging like that, all over little old me," he grabbed a handful of your hair, tilting your head back so he could gain better access to your neck. "Vicious girl..."

Your eyelids fluttered and you gripped his shoulders tight as he began to bite and suck at your neck. Possessive lust hazed over your mind and you pulled him closer.

Dabi was yours, and you'd tear apart anyone who dared to try and take him from you.

Aizawa

It was stupid.

You were a grown woman, well beyond the age of petty bouts of jealousy-

And yet.

Sometimes, seeing Shouta's friends, like Miss Joke and Midnight, playfully flirt with him in the way that they did...

It got to you.

And you hated it. Because you knew they were just joking, knew they had no interest in Shouta. And Shouta never entertained their jokes at all, shooting them down in that stern way of his. You had nothing to worry about.

But sometimes, you could still feel the heat rise up under your collar, the tension in your jaw, the urge to tell them to knock it off sitting ready on your tongue. But you didn't. You didn't want to be that girl. You didn't want to make a big deal out of an obvious joke, be the girlfriend that was so insecure she had to bare her teeth at every woman that came near her man.

So you said nothing. But that didn't mean Shouta didn't notice something was bothering you. He knew you so well.

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"What's the matter?"

You blinked, glancing over at Shouta as his voice brought you out of your thoughts. The two of you had just left after getting dinner with some of your UA colleagues and were walking home. At some point, after a few rounds of drinks, Midnight had turned her suggestive persona in Shouta's direction. You'd also had a drink or two at this point and couldn't help but leave the table, using the excuse of needing the restroom to step away and cool off for a while. The attempt to calm down didn't work, and you'd remained quiet and closed off for the rest of the evening.

"Nothing," you weren't very convincing, you knew, but you still tried. "Nothing's the matter."

"Hm," he hummed thoughtfully, not saying anything for a few minutes as you continued on your walk. But that didn't mean he was dropping the subject, "you've been quiet since Kayama started in on her antics."

Your mouth twisted into a soft grimace when he hit the nail on the head, "...she was just joking," you said, something you reassured yourself of many a time.

"She was," he agreed quietly, "but it still bothered you."

It wasn't a chastisement, merely an observation, but you still felt embarrassed. You didn't look at him, a horrid blush burning on your face as your silence answered for you.

His hand closed around yours, the familiar warmth a comforting balm to your nerves. "I'll tell her to stop. Joke, too." He really it all figured out, didn't he?

"No," you disagreed, and damn it, why was your throat tight? Why did your eyes burn? "I'm being- I'm just being childish."

"You're not being childish," slowly, Shouta stopped walking, pulling you to a stop as well. He used a gentle hand to guide you into looking up at him, and all you saw was his calm patience that you adored so much. "It's making you uncomfortable, so it's worth addressing."

His thumb brushed over your cheek, the tenderness of the action, of his words, coaxed a few tears out of you. You sniffled, nodding quietly. You still felt so embarrassed, but a part of you felt so relieved to finally have it out in the open, and to have Shouta take it seriously.

He brought you into a hug, and you pressed your face into his chest, the press of his hand resting on the back of your head grounding you.

"I'm sorry," you whispered.

"Don't be," he said reassuringly.

(Requests)

Bakugou with a Reader that's just as emotionally constipated and stubborn as him

They're in a FWB type of arrangement but they both have feelings for the other but are also like "I will eat lava before I put myself through the 'what are we' conversation and risk rejection" so they're both stuck in limbo but also basically married

Meanwhile their friends are like "for the love of God please communicate"

hi there this is my first ever request and i'm kinda nervous lol

but i was wondering if the nsfw alphabet could be requested? if so could i request it with iida/chubby fem reader? & if not that's totally okay!

or if not maybe a smutty lil drabble where he's completely feral for chubby reader (i know he's very prim & proper, but just something about him going crazy/being a whiny mess for reader's pussy does something for my little goblin brain)

thank you & i hope you have a good day! 🍄

(Laser: omg I'm so honored to be your first request! I decided to do the drabble for now, but I'll definitely do the NSFW alphabet as well one of these days. Though, it's no longer a drabble, I really got into it. Iida really needs more love!

I hope you enjoy!)

Iida/Chubby!Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Dating a high-profile hero like Tenya meant that at least once a month, you were dressing up in something fancy and spending the evening at his side as you attended some important dinner or event involving other important figures in the industry. You didn't mind it, not at all. You were a sociable type, and you also worked with heroes because of your career in the hero support field. Half of the time, these events felt less like business and more like catching up with friends and interesting acquaintances.

Besides, you really liked dressing up. It wasn't often you got to feel glamorous, holed up in your workshop sweating over prototypes and making repairs. Sometimes it was nice to set the work gloves aside, wash off the grease, and get all dolled up.

Tonight was a charity gala hosted by Commission President Takami, and you were at Tenya's side like always. You were particularly happy with tonight's outfit. You bought a new dress that was a deep dark blue, almost black, form fitting, and when you moved, the light would catch on some subtle gold detailing in the fabric. You matched it with some killer heels and jewelry Tenya had gifted you over the years. Your hair and makeup was perfect, and you'd even gotten your nails done (a rare treat because of your work) which you had to stop from admiring every time they caught your eye.

You felt so pretty, and Tenya thought so, too.

You had to arrive separately that evening, Tenya getting held up with an incident that needed his last-minute assistance. When he saw you waiting for him out in front of the venue, he nearly tripped over his own feet. He had that tell-tale blush up his neck and to his ears and you watched his Adam's apple bob as his eyes flitted up and down your figure in your tight dress.

He cleared his throat, tugging at the tie around his neck as he took a moment to compose himself. "(Name)! You look...splendid," he said as he approached you, his eyes full of admiration. It was obvious he was struggling to put all his thoughts into one simple word. You'd clearly wowed him tonight.

You smiled wide, pleased that you’d blown him away. "Thank you! You look good, too," as he came to a stop before you, you could appreciate just how amazing he looked in a suit. It was a sight you would never tire of, how his broad shouldered, muscular body seemed to be made for formal wear. He'd coordinated his suit to match your outfit, and it made you even more excited to be dressed up tonight.

"Thanks, honey," he pressed a kiss to your temple, the contact brief and chaste. He often kept PDA to a minimum, it was just the way he was. You didn't mind, you understood there was a time and place for everything, and he was plenty affectionate in private.

When he pulled back, he took another moment to look at you, and his glasses did little to hide the desire in his red eyes. It made your heart skip a beat. He gave a little sigh, lifting his hand to brush the back of his knuckles along your cheek, "honestly, I don't know how I'm going to be able to focus tonight with you next to me, looking like this," he said quietly, almost as if he were talking to himself.

You felt your face heat up, suddenly bashful at the admission. But before you could reply, Tenya had his hand placed lightly between your shoulder blades and he was guiding you inside.

The rest of the night went as expected. Lots of listening to speeches and mingling, some catching up with the people you knew. All the while, Tenya was his polite, proper self. He kept you close, but his hands never strayed anywhere inappropriate, he lavished you with compliments and fond smiles but nothing too heated.

To anyone else, Tenya might not have seemed very affected, but you knew him, and you knew he was enamored by your appearance tonight.

There was a tension to him in the set of his shoulders, and a restlessness belied by the tapping of his finger against his champagne glass. His eyes lingered on you just a tad too long before he seemed to catch himself and look away. By the end of the night, you could tell he was eager to leave.

You two said your goodbyes and exited the venue, entering an elevator to get back to the ground floor.

As the doors of the elevator closed, leaving the two of you alone for the first time that evening, you felt Tenya's strong arms wrap around you from behind, the hard line of his body pressing against your back. His hands pressed to your stomach, giving a light squeeze.

You blinked, feeling his face press into the top of your head, his shuddering breath soaking into your body, "...Tenya?"

"Sorry, (Name), I'm just..." he took in another deep breath, pulling you even closer to him, his hands kneading your stomach almost absently, "I've been thinking about you all evening. It feels rude, but I'm not sure if I heard a word anyone said. All I could think about was how you look in this dress, all I wanted was to take you back home and do things I shouldn't think about in public."

You could feel a light thrumming from his body, a result of his engine quirk, a sign of his excitement. He grew semi-hard as he spoke, his arousal pressing against your back. His voice had a growing neediness to it, and in response, heat pooled, slow and sweet, between your legs. You licked your lips, resting your hands atop his, your thumbs brushing along his knuckles.

"Let's go home, Tenya," you said, hot desire coating your voice. You tilted your head up, back against his chest, and smiled up at him, "and we'll take care of you."

Getting home was sweet agony. Despite the promise of what awaited him at home, Tenya would not drive above the speed limit, ever the rule-follower. He didn't seem particularly happy about it, either, which made it even funnier to you despite your own impatience.

Eventually, blessedly, you made it home. As soon as you stepped through the front door, Tenya was sweeping you off your feet.

You gasped, your arms going around his strong shoulders as he held you bridal style and all but marched towards the bedroom. It never failed to turn you on, just how easily he could pick you up and carry you around. You were by no means petite, but that didn't pose a problem to Tenya. In fact, he seemed to prefer it in a lot of ways.

He laid you down on your bed, climbing on top of you and kissing you immediately. Neither of you had even had the chance to remove your shoes, that was how impatient he was to taste you. He covered you with his body, slotting himself between your legs. One hand cradled your face, the other wandered your plush curves. As his hips pressed against yours, you could feel his hardening length nudge up against your core.

“I’m sorry, (Name),” he murmured between his insistent kisses. His face was flushed, his glasses askew, “I don’t know what’s come over me.” His hand slid under your dress, caressing and squeezing your soft skin.

You giggled softly, returning his kisses, “you have nothing to apologize for…” He made it seem as though this was unusual for him to get this worked up, but it wasn’t. When he got in a particular mood, Tenya could become quite needy, and you loved him for it. You carefully removed his glasses, twisting and trying to reach the nightstand so you could safely set them aside, but he didn’t want to be apart from you for even a second, catching your wrist and drawing your attention back to him. You released his glasses, letting them get lost somewhere on the bed.

“I need you,” he said, such desperation in his voice, kissing from your lips down to your neck and cleavage, smudging your lipstick all the way. He pushed the hem of your dress, up, up, up, until it bunched beneath your breasts. His hands smoothed over your stomach, one of his favorite features of yours, and his hips rutted against you.

“Mmm…” you squirmed beneath him, your eyes fluttering as his hips pushed against your clit, stimulating you through all the layers of clothing. He was so perfect like this, so hot when he lost his composure. Such a sight was just for you, and you would hoard it greedily.

“Tenya, love, get those clothes off,” you ordered breathlessly, and he was eager to obey, hurriedly ridding himself of his clothing with your help. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock, hard and weeping pre-cum for you, the way it begged for your attention just like the rest of him. You reached out, wrapping your hand around it, and Tenya whined so sweetly.

You smiled at him, stroking slowly, twisting your wrist just so, and he responded with a throaty groan. His engines revved, and he moved to hover over you, gently guiding you back.

“I need you,” he kept saying, your dress was bunched up even further, exposing your breasts, he palmed at one, “I need inside of you, need to feel you,” he reached down, giving the waist of your panties a questioning, pleading tug, “please, (Name)?”

You nodded, “yes, Tenya, of course, sweetheart,” you lifted your hips slightly and he removed your underwear while you removed your dress, peeling it up over your head without bothering to unzip it.

It felt so good to feel him without any barriers, and he pressed into you. A wet, delicious glide that had you both moaning.

“(Name), (Name)… you feel so good…” Tenya murmured, his face nuzzling into the side of your head. He had a firm grip on your outer thigh, keeping your leg secure over his hip. His other hand braced against the mattress as he began to thrust into you at a hurried pace, pushing sweet sounds out of you as your normally patient lover gave in to his pent up lust.

“Mm, Tenya,” you gasped out, holding onto him, panting into his ear, “yes, love, yes…!” Your body bounced with the rhythm of his thrusts, your head tossed back against the mattress, and you could do little more than let him do what he wanted.

His hands began wandering your body, worshiping your curves with his touch. He babbled nonsense into your skin as he pressed distracted kisses wherever he could reach. Sweat coated his body, and you marveled at each flex of gorgeous muscle beneath his skin.

His thrusts became more insistent, his hold on you tightening, it wasn’t a surprise to you when he came with one final thrust, filling you to the brim. Tenya held you in place, his own body still, as he panted against your sweat-slick shoulder. You panted beneath him, hands restlessly stroking his biceps, your pussy stuffed but still craving release.

With a long, slow breath, he relaxed, the frenetic energy from before finally soothed. He lifted his head, a painfully tender smile on his face as he kissed your cheek, “that was...perfect, honey,” his voice was warm, his hand drifting up and down your side.

“I’m glad, sweetheart,” you said fondly, letting out a soft noise of surprise as he lifted your lower body, arranging you effortlessly into an angle that you knew would have you seeing stars. You could already feel him growing hard again inside of you, his stamina like nothing else.

He looked down at you with a heated grin that made your heart flutter, “now allow me to return the favor.” He leaned down, folding himself over you, “let me take care of you, (Name).”

(Requests)

They Made You Cry (MHA/Fem!Reader)

(Laser: I'm sad today, so I curse you with angst.)

Summary: MHA characters reacting to making their girlfriend cry. (Angst, arguments, and some unhealthy relationship dynamics.)

Characters: Bakugou, Dabi, Aizawa, Shigaraki, Midoriya

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Bakugou

Katsuki's heart sinks when he sees the unmistakable wetness that mists over your eyes. What's worse, what really makes him feel like the worst kind of bastard, is the way you shy away from his gaze with a sense of bitter defeat. Like he's getting what he wanted. Like his victory, his intention, was pushing you to tears.

As if he could ever consider this a victory.

"H-Hey..." he reaches out to you, awkward and unsure. He's so bad at dealing with tears, especially yours. It's so much easier to take on whatever piece of shit that's made you cry, but in this case, it's him. He's the piece of shit.

You sniffle, hurriedly brushing past him, equal parts angry and hurt.

"Whatever, Katsuki."

Dabi

The thing about you is that you're so damn unpredictable. Sweet one second, drawing blood the next.

Dabi kind of loves it. It keeps things from becoming boring, getting stale. And you're so hot when your eyes are ablaze with whatever emotion is overcoming you.

Just like right now, in the middle of some pointless, bullshit argument, when something he says makes you snap. You tackle him to the ground, your hands fisting into his jacket as you yell in his face. All he can do is grin up at you dangerously, just as angry, but equally as enticed by just how vibrant you look in this moment.

Then something even sweeter happens.

Big, fat tears begin to drip from your wild eyes, and Dabi sucks in a breath. You sob, frustrated and overwhelmed, and his cold, little heart warms at the sight.

"Oh, pretty girl..."

His arms wrap around you as you cry into his chest, cursing his name all the while. He strokes your hair, twisted affection squirming in his chest like a nest of spiders.

Always so unpredictable and entertaining.

Aizawa

"(Name), I-" Shouta falters, all the anger and frustration from your argument washed away by cold, all-consuming guilt at the sight of the tears slipping down your face.

You hurriedly wipe them away, stepping back, away from him, and the guilt deepens.

He knows you hate crying in front of him, even when it isn't his fault. It makes you feel weak, and he knows you worry he'll think less of you, that he'll find your more emotional way of being "irrational."

You turn, hiding your face as you try to walk away, but he stops you, gently catching you by the arm.

"Wait," he pleads, his voice gentle, "I'm sorry." Because no argument is worth making you cry.

"I don't want you to see me like this," you mutter, your head down. But at least you're not pulling away from him. He takes that as a good sign.

"Don't hide from me," he urges. He takes you by the chin and tilts your head up so he can look at you properly. He brushes your tears away, regretful that they're there in the first place. "Let's talk about this, okay?"

He's always so stubborn, set in his ways. But he'll try to meet you in the middle, to understand your perspective. You're worth it.

Shigaraki

Tomura feels no guilt at the sight of your tears, only vindictive satisfaction. Good. He'd been aiming to hurt you when he said those words to you. He really can't stand the way you make him feel sometimes, so he's happy to return the favor.

"You're seriously crying?" he taunts with a cruel smirk, poking at your cheek with a mocking finger.

You smack his hand away, "fuck you, Tomura, you fucking prick," you hiss, trying not to cry even more in front of him. You turn and storm away from him before things get even worse.

"You're so pathetic!" he calls after you, making sure you can hear him before you slam the door behind you.

He huffs, standing there and scratching at his neck. You're so damn overdramatic, a pain in his ass. You deserve to cry a little for the shit you put him through.

The image of your tear-filled face flashes through his mind. He ignores the way it makes his stomach twist with discomfort.

Midoriya

Izuku feels his own eyes fill with tears, watching you hug yourself and cry in front of him.

"(N-Name)... please don't cry..." he begs, his hands brushing up and own your arms, trying to console you.

"I thought I was never going to see you again," you cry, your words making his heart ache. You scrub a shaking hand over your eyes, "I was so s-scared for you!"

"I'm sorry, (Name)," he pulls you into a hug, his own tears running free. He really scared you this time. It was a close call. "It's okay, I'm okay. I'm here."

He shushes you gently, guilt spreading through his chest at the distress he's caused you. His job is always going to cause you to worry, the only thing he can do is try his best to come home to you at the end of the day.

(Requests)

Monoma loves copying your quirk as he kisses you. Tasting your power on his tongue. Taking a part of you into himself and you become a part of him, if only for a moment.

He loves doing this and knowing only he will ever know you this intimately, this deeply. As this intrinsic part of you tingles at his fingertips.

Poly DabiHawks/Reader where Dabi and Reader are villains and dating each other and they're steadily corrupting Hawks as they draw him into their relationship. Hawks is strangely innocent in a lot of ways after being raised to be a perfect dog hero for the Commission, and he's so eager to please.

Dabi doesn't trust Hawks at all but Reader's a little less cautious and is very much the driving force in the formation of this throuple.

Why You Broke Up With Them (MHA/Reader) Pt 2

(Laser: I was asked to do a second part by @electronicexpertshark and I still had a couple of ideas for this concept, so here you go!)

Summary: Why you broke up with various MHA characters. (Not meant to be bashing, just some angst and drama for fun.) Part 1

Characters: Midoriya, Shinsou, Monoma, and Miruko

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Midoriya

He always put others first, and while that wasn't a bad thing on its own, he didn't know how to balance his professional life with his personal life, especially when it came to you. If someone needed help after school, or if he came across a scene outside of campus, he was always offering a helping hand. Even if other people already had it handled, he couldn't just walk away. Social obligations just didn't seem as important when compared to a person in need. You lost count of the canceled plans and apologetic smiles. And you felt guilty, you felt selfish, but you wanted a partner that could prioritize you more than Izuku could. It was painful to break things off, but it was easier to handle the way he prioritized his life when you were only friends.

Shinsou

He carried a lot of insecurities and bitterness. A lot of the time he didn't feel good enough to be with you, and it became a self-fulfilling prophecy when he started pushing you away. He was the king of self-sabotage and there was only so much you could do to ease his worries, only so much you could try to understand that he was only acting like this because he felt inadequate, but in the end, it wasn't enough.

Monoma

His hidden sense of inferiority and his competitive nature were things you were aware of going into the relationship, but you didn't consider how that would apply to your relationship after getting together with him. You became a bragging point to him in a way that made you feel more like a prop than a partner. He was constantly competing with other couples in his own head, and that's not something you wanted part in. You'd just wanted to be with him.

Miruko

She moved too fast for you. She was high energy all the time, and she didn't stop for anyone, not even you. She was set in her ways, refusing to change, to compromise. In the end it was a rather messy breakup, but she didn't look back, so neither should you.

(Requests)

it’s your shouto obsessed anon again! maybe a proposal drabble or headcannons? thank you in advance 🤍

(Laser: Heyyy welcome back, Anon! I'd be happy to drop some cute proposal headcanons for you B) Thank you for your requests! It really means a lot to me that someone's taken such an interest in my writing.)

MHA-MHA-MHA

Shouto proposes as soon as possible. Once he's sure he's in love with you, he wants to put a ring on it. It doesn't matter if the two of you are still in high school at that point, he's sure of himself, he wants you by his side forever.

It's very sudden, he'll just take you by the hand, stare deep into your eyes in that way that he does, and say, "marry me." He probably doesn't have a ring prepared, this might be in the middle of a crowded hallway or during a group hangout. No sense of timing, just pure love and determination. It was important so he had to do it as soon as possible.

Obviously, you're caught off guard. It's probably too soon in the relationship (or in your lives in general) for a big step like that, no matter how deeply the two of you feel for each other. You explain this to him, and he's disappointed, but "not yet" is not the same as "not ever" and he can be patient, especially for you. He'll wait for as long as it takes until you're ready, but just know that he's made up his mind. He's steadfast in his decision.

So life carries on and the two of you grow together, building your careers and lives side by side. He doesn't push for marriage, doesn't want to make you feel even the slightest bit pressured for it, but that doesn't mean he stops wanting it. This is made perfectly clear when you are the one to bring it up to him at some point, finally ready for that next big step, and he reveals to you the engagement ring he's had sitting in a drawer in his office desk for years now, ready and waiting to be placed on your finger.

You swear you fall in love with him all over again in that moment.

(Requests)

Hello! I saw your requests were open and figured why not propose an idea for a little drabble :D

Imagine Dabi as the Phantom of the Opera and Reader as Christine. I feel like the role just suits him since it's a little on the Yandere side without being crazy and the mask works for covering his dead skin. HES ALSO JUST BEAUTIFUL!

Thank you!

(Laser: Okay, this was a fun one. I watched the 1925 movie for research and Lon Chaney's Phantom was kind of fitting for Dabi? He had kind of a mean edge to him that I thought worked well. Thank you for the request! I think it might be a little OOC but I hope it's alright ^u^)

Pairing: Dabi/fem!Reader, Slight Hawks/fem!Reader (I cast him as Raoul lmao)

Content: Yandere, kidnapping, murder, rough handling. Reader is delicate and timid.

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There were whispers of a phantom haunting the Musutafu Opera House, only seen out of the corner of one's eye, wreathed in flames so hot they burned blue. He terrorized the management, making demands that, should they not be met, would lead him to enact his fiery curse. His threats were not to be taken lightly. He had already killed some of the stagehands, leaving behind nothing but scorch marks and ash on the floor where a man once stood. It was because of this that the mysterious specter had earned another moniker: Dabi.

Amid this tumultuous time at the opera house, your star was rising. You had gone from a nobody to the understudy of the Prima Donna in record time, and it was all thanks to the guidance of the Angel of Music. Only ever appearing to you as a voice, the Angel had helped you hone your abilities in singing, all he asked for in return was your devotion and one day, he said, he would appear to you and demand your love. It filled you with a sense of trepidation, and yet, as you continued to rise in fame and prominence, you felt that you should be grateful, shouldn't you?

But you were conflicted. As much as you were indebted to the Angel of Music, you had someone else in your heart: your childhood sweetheart, Keigo, reunited again after all these years. You didn't know how you were meant to devote yourself wholly to your master while you still carried Keigo in your heart.

But before you knew it, the day your master came for your love was upon you. It was time to prove your devotion to him.

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Chaos at the Opera House.

The management had defied the Phantom's demands and were paying the price.

In the middle of a performance of Faust, blue flames erupted above the audience, weakening the supports of the building's grand chandelier and sending it crashing down onto the spectators. Screams and shouts rang out as cast and audience member alike rushed to evacuate or help those crushed beneath the large, fallen structure.

You fled back into your dressing room to escape the panic, your heart racing at what you just witnessed. You braced yourself against your door, catching your breath. That's when the voice of the Angel called out to you.

"(Name), it's time..." his voice echoed the room, a rough, striking rasp.

"Master?" you gasped out, looking out into the empty room.

"Yes, your master has come for you," there was an eagerness, an urgency to his voice. "Just like I promised."

Suddenly, the large wall mirror opposite to you gave a mighty creak, and you watched in stunned silence as it shifted and slowly gave way to a dimly lit hidden passage.

"Walk through the mirror and join me," his voice sounded from somewhere within the passage, sounding clearer than ever now that you weren't separated by the wall.

You took a couple of tentative steps forward, part of your mind warning you that something was wrong, to not follow this voice. But loyalty and, admittedly, curiosity drew you forward, first tentatively and then more confidently. The door to your dressing room burst open, making you stumble your way into the passage in surprise. You turned around, hearing Keigo call out your name only for the passage to close once more, sealing you away.

Shakily, you looked around you. You were on a dimly lit staircase made of old stone. Dust and cobwebs surrounded you, immediately clinging to your dress and hair. Peering down the dark steps ahead of you, you felt dread curl in your stomach.

"Finally."

A hand grasped your shoulder from behind and you cried out in fright, spinning around and losing your footing. You nearly fell down the stairs if not for the arm going around your waist and the hand wrapping around your wrist. You were pulled forward, flush against a too-warm body and you looked up into the masked face of the man before you.

The white mask covered his face completely and the rest of his body was draped in black. The only visible part of him was his eyes that were such a vibrant turquoise that you swore they glowed in the low lighting. You were stiff with shock, unable to move by the intimidating figure this stranger cut.

"Don't be scared," he pulled you even closer, his masked face drawing nearer. His eyes were bright as they greedily drank you in. "It's me, your master, your Angel of Music."

Your eyes widened as you recognized the deep rasp of his voice. "It is you..." the angel that had been guiding you, mentoring you, helping you cultivate your talents was the person in front of you.

You didn't know how to feel.

This is not what you expected when the angel had first spoken to you, for him to turn out to be this dark figure in a mask. Your head was spinning, your nerves ramped up from the chaos of the theater and now this strange meeting. You were caught off guard when his grip on your wrist tightened and he was suddenly ushering you down the stairs, practically dragging you along in his hurry.

So much was happening so fast as he took you deep beneath the Musutafu Opera House, into the old catacombs that the building had been built over. Before you knew it, he'd turned more corners than you could keep track of, and you realized then that you were truly at his mercy. Should you venture out on your own, you would be hopelessly lost.

He took you through a heavy door, into a private chamber of sorts. The door closed with a deafening thud, the sound of him turning a key in the lock feeling dreadfully ominous.

You turned to face him, your heart pounding in your chest. You were alone with him now, in an unfamiliar place. You felt vulnerable. Afraid.

He turned away from the door, looking down at you in all his imposing glory. He stalked closer to you, and you couldn’t help but back up. He paused, chuckling, it was a dark sound that filled the space.

“I’m not going to hurt you, you know,” he said, and he grabbed your wrist again, yanking you closer to him. He peered down into your eyes, his presence so overwhelming, “now that I’ve brought you home, I plan on treating you right.”

Home. You glanced around, taking in how… lived-in the space was, decorated with various rugs and mismatched furniture. It was a home, his home.

“I...I can’t stay here,” you found your voice, though it was small. “Please take me back.”

“No?” his voice had a hard edge to it. He brought his other hand up to grip your face, “it’s what you promised me, isn’t it? All that work I put into making you a star, making sure those bastards at the Opera put you on the stage like you deserve, and you’re gonna back out on your end of the deal?”

He sounded angry, his eyes wide behind his mask, almost deranged.

You pushed his hand away from your face, shaking your head, “stop it- you’re scaring me…” Your benevolent Angel of Music was nowhere to be seen. In its place stood a devil.

“Maybe you should be scared,” he said and you gasped as you found yourself pushed against a wall of cold, unforgiving stone, his hands gripping your shoulders. “Maybe it’ll help you understand. You’re mine, you were mine from the moment I laid eyes on you. I made you, (Name), and now I’ve brought you home.”

“No!” you brought your hands up to push him away, one of your hands knocking against his mask. He stepped back as the mask fell, falling to the ground with a clatter.

You gasped.

The man’s face was covered in heavy burn scars, dying skin literally being held together by staples. He brought his hand to his now bare face, slowly turning his eyes back to you. He smirked, a cold laugh leaving his mouth.

“Terrible, isn’t it?” he asked, eyes flashing dangerously, “well, don’t be shy, take a nice long look, (Name)!”

He grabbed you by the back of your neck, bringing you face to face with him as he grinned cruelly down at you. He seemed to take pleasure in your fear. You struggled, your legs weak from fright at the sudden rough handling and he let you fall to the ground in a shaking heap.

He took some steps back and suddenly, he was on fire, blue flames rising from his hands. The clothing of his upper body burned away, revealing even more scarred, stapled skin.

“You’re the Phantom…” you realized as you looked up at him from the ground, the blue flames unmistakable. “You’re Dabi…!”

He grinned, crouching down in front of you, “that’s right. I’m the monster that’s been terrorizing the Opera House,” he tilted his head, his turquoise eyes cold as ice, “but before I was a monster, I was a man named Touya. It was the world up there that made me like this! Society and that stupid old man!”

You trembled as he ranted, unable to face the revelation that the Phantom and your angel were one and the same. You felt faint, dizzy as your world flipped upside down. You were unable to resist as he took your face in his hands, his touch almost gentle.

“But I’m ready now,” he said, bringing himself closer to you. “To take what I deserve, and burn down anything that stands in my way.”

You lost consciousness as his lips pressed to yours.

(Requests)

I love a Dabi/Reader or a Shigaraki/Reader where Reader bites just as hard as they do.

Where they're both fucked up and damaged and angry and so fucking afraid of exposing that soft inner core they're carrying. So craving of attention and affection yet simultaneously repulsed by it.

Where neither of them knows how to hold someone's hand without digging their nails in and drawing blood.

Where neither of them is the sunshine, they're both black holes swallowing up everything in their path.

Where they both know this was doomed from the start.

Where if they come out better on the other side it's one hell of a cosmic joke, because who the fuck allowed them to have a happy ending?

Why You Broke Up With Them (MHA/Reader)

Summary: The reason why you broke up with various MHA characters. Part 1? (Angst up ahead. This isn't intended to be bashing, it's just a fun angsty thought exercise for the drama lol) Part 2

Characters: Iida, Bakugou, Aizawa, and Yamada

MHA-MHA-MHA

Iida

His family expectations. He's a legacy hero and he's expected to honor and carry on the values of the Iida family. You found yourself struggling more and more to fit the mold laid out for you as the partner of the next head of the family, to navigate the world of the hero industry's elite. You decided it would be for the best that you parted ways.

Bakugou

He was way too busy, constantly training or out on patrol, constantly on the grind. He always demanded perfection from himself as a hero, never letting himself slow down, he spread himself too thin and your relationship ended up falling through the cracks. It got to the point where you felt more like his roommate than his partner, and any attempt to suggest he needed better balance in his life only led to arguments.

Aizawa

He pushed you away. He was always distant when it came to your relationship, it felt like he was keeping you at arms length. He didn't want to admit just how much he felt for you, because that would mean that you were another person he was afraid of losing. So scared of this loss, he kept himself shut away and allowed the distance between you to grow until it was impossible to cross anymore.

Yamada

He never let you see the real him. It didn't take long into your relationship to realize that Present Mic was just a persona he put on, one he used to protect his inner, true self. Even out of costume, he still kept so much of that persona going in front of you, rarely did you get to see the real Hizashi. It never felt like you were with an actual person, try as he might it was too much to put down the act.

(Requests)

So They Know (Todoroki/Reader)

Summary: Shouto has a request.

MHA-MHA-MHA

"Can we kiss?"

You're in Shouto's dorm room, on his bed. You've both just finished the homework for tomorrow when he asks the familiar question.

He always asks before he kisses you, and you find it so sweet and so endearingly Shouto. You set your notes aside and smile at him, "sure," as if you would ever turn down a kiss (or two or twenty) from your boyfriend.

His eyes light up with delight, a small grin on his face. It's so subtle but you've gotten good at reading him. He shuffles his notes aside as well, more careless about it than you are, and moves closer to you. His hand finds your face and he's kissing you eagerly.

You close your eyes and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing closer with a satisfied hum. You thought Shouto would be reserved with his affection when you first started dating him, but he's surprisingly bold at times and very affectionate, especially in private. He craves your affection, and you're eager to give it to him.

Shouto nudges forward, encouraging you to lie back on his bed, and he comes to hover over you, licking his way into your mouth. Your mind hazes over pleasantly as he does this, one of your hands threading through his silky soft hair. He makes a soft, pleased noise as you lightly massage his scalp, one of his hands running up and down your side.

Time passes, it could be minutes, it could be hours, but you don't care, you could continue doing this forever, surrounded by Shouto's scent, the taste of his addictive kisses on your tongue.

Eventually, Shouto pulls back, but only slightly, "(Name)..." he murmurs, his breath brushing against your cheek. "Can I..."

"Hm?" you prompt when he doesn't continue. Your eyes are half-lidded and you're relaxed and warm. You run your hand in a gentle caress between his shoulder blades encouragingly, "what is it, Shouto?"

"I want to..." he sounds hesitant as his hand reaches up, the back of a single knuckle tracing down the side of your neck, "mark you."

Your breath hitches at the quiet declaration, the haze of your mind giving way to a bright awareness, "like, a hickey?" you ask him.

"Mhm," he nods, staring down at your neck where he continues to trace your skin. The action makes you shiver lightly. "If that's alright."

Heat blooms throughout your already warm body and you find yourself nodding, your stomach doing an excited flip. "Yeah...go ahead." You tilt your head to the side, baring your neck to him.

Shouto hums and pulls his hand away from your neck to brush some of your hair out of the way, "thank you."

Your heart skips a beat as Shouto's lips find your neck, his earlier hesitation gone now that you've given him permission. He's so gentle, featherlight kisses trailing over your skin as he takes his time with you. Your eyes slide closed in response to the subtle pleasure, the intimacy of what he was doing.

"Are you okay?" he asks softly, "your heart is beating fast."

"You can feel that?" you chuckle, your voice is quiet, anything louder feels like too much. "I'm alright. It feels good."

You've been taking things slow together, extended makeout sessions and some shy hands over clothes. This feels like a step further, but you don't mind. You like it.

At your reassurance, Shouto continues, his tongue poking out occasionally to taste your skin. You let out soft sounds of enjoyment, your hands on his shoulders serving as an anchor. You're enjoying yourself as much as Shouto is, your teeth pressing into your lower lip as his mouth closes over a spot of skin and he starts to suck softly.

"Mm..." a quiet little moan leaves you and you're almost embarrassed, but Shouto's answering groan, equally as quiet as your own sound, soothes your nerves and kindles a small fire within you. You're not ready for anything more than this, but you can't deny how exciting it is, the effect it has on you.

After a few minutes, Shouto pulls back with a soft "chu" sound. You both are slightly out of breath, equally affected. You blink up at him and find his expression particularly tender, with a heat in his mismatched eyes that you're not quite used to.

Shouto lifts his hand and touches the pad of his thumb to the wet spot on your neck, presumably where he's left a hickey. "It didn't hurt, did it?" he asks, always so concerned that he's handling you too roughly.

You shake your head. It didn't hurt at all.

"Hm," he studies the mark, transfixed, the way he runs his thumb over it is almost worshipful, "I like it. I like the idea that you'll see this and know I left it there. Anyone who sees it will know it, too, and I won't even have to say anything. They'll just know you're mine."

He says it so casually and yet his words make your mouth run dry, your skin feel electric. Completely lost for what to say, how to express exactly what you're feeling, you pull him back into a kiss, more heated and fervent than before.

The next day, when the collar of your shirt doesn't quite cover up the small red mark on your neck, you catch the stares of your classmates and your heart flutters.

They know.

(Requests)

Spin The Bottle (MHA/Reader)

Summary: MHA characters during a game of spin the bottle when the bottle lands on you. (Part 1?)

Characters: Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, and Uraraka

MHA-MHA-MHA

Midoriya

The poor boy is a mess. He was already feeling pretty nervous about playing this game and kissing someone in front of others, but then it landed on you! You're the one person he wanted to kiss the most and that just makes it all even more nervewracking.

You don't want to say it out loud when you approach him, but with his green hair...and how red his face is...he really does look a lot like a tomato right now.

He kisses you with his eyes squeezed shut and his lips puckered comically like a fish. Your lips are on his for a single, blessed moment and then they're gone way too soon. Still, he's pretty sure he's ascended to heaven.

Todoroki

You can't tell what he's thinking when the two of you walk up to each other in the middle of the circle of your squealing classmates and friends, whether he's nervous or excited. He's wearing his usual Neutral Roki expression.

After you stare at each other and nothing happens, you decide to make the first move, closing your eyes and leaning in. He meets you halfway.

You think it's going to be a quick, chaste kiss for the sake of the game, but suddenly, Todoroki's hands are holding your face and he's deepening the kiss way beyond what you were expecting from him. Your friends are screaming, your belly is flipping, and heat flares up over your face as if you're the one with the fire quirk.

He releases you and you can only stare up at him in a bewildered daze. "Sorry," he says, looking unruffled as usual, but there's a tinge of satisfaction in those mismatched eyes.

Kirishima

He bounds up to you with all his boyish charm, looking a little nervous, but still excited and friendly. You smile back at him, his energy infectious, and you meet his lips in a soft, sweet kiss.

His lips linger against yours and you melt against each other as the kiss grows deeper. Your hand cups his cheek and his head tilts to the side just so, his lips parting in a sigh and-

"Ouch!"

You pull back at the small sting and a drop of blood drips down from your lip. One of his sharp teeth had nicked you.

He looks at you, guilt stricken, "oh no! I'm so sorry, (Name)!"

You laugh it off, accidents happen after all, and you spend the rest of the night assuring him that you're really okay. The poor guy.

Uraraka

She approaches you bashfully, a pretty blush blooming across her already rosy cheeks. You smile at her and kiss her softly, your eyes closing as she relaxes into the kiss.

She's so distracted by kissing you that she forgets herself, her hands cupping your face in an attempt to bring you in closer. You gasp as your feet leave the floor and suddenly, you're floating towards the ceiling, your gravity negated.

She gasps, "sorry!" her hands go to her cheeks as her blush deepens, now in embarrassment. This, of course, leads her to start floating as well, and you can't help but burst into a fit of giggles, which she quickly joins.

(Requests)

Iida/Reader thoughts

You cause some trouble during class or do something reckless during training and Iida lectures you about being more responsible or more careful in that way he does and you're just watching him with a dopey little smile on your face.

Because you know he only does it because he cares and he's so cute when he gets all worked up like that. You could watch him for hours.

He stops in the middle of his rant like, "(Name) are you even listening?"

And you're so cheeky, giving him an amused little, "nope," because you know it'll fire him up even more.

Then you swallow up his sputtering reply with a bunch of kisses until he (momentarily) forgets that he was in the middle of scolding you.

(Requests)

Ask No Questions (Aizawa/Fem!Reader)

Summary: Despite sleeping with the man a couple of times, there's not a lot you know about your neighbor, Aizawa. Perhaps that's for the best, you've never been a fan of complications. (FWB to Lovers? Aizawa/Reader. Reader is female.)

(Content: Blood and injury, needles, no smut.)

-MHA-MHA-MHA-

It's the middle of the night when you hear a horrendous crash sound from your fire escape, followed by a muffled groan. It's enough of a commotion to draw you from your insomnia-driven TV marathon to go and investigate.

You push the window up, poking your head out into the cool night air. Illuminated by the moonlight is the crumpled, bloodied form of your neighbor and occasional fuck-buddy, Aizawa Shouta, laid out on the landing and breathing harshly.

Well, shit.

You haul yourself out onto the fire escape without grace, your bare feet making contact with the too-cold metal grating. You're not exactly surprised to see Aizawa in this state. You have no idea what he does for work, but you've seen the bruises and scars on his body, how he never seems to be fully healed at any given time. He gets into fights, lots of them, that much is certain. However, this is your first time seeing him faring quite so poorly after coming back from... whatever it is he does when he slinks out of the apartment complex.

"Aizawa," you say, alerting him of your presence in case he didn't notice you come out. From the way he grunts in acknowledgement instead of startling, perhaps he had noticed. You make your way over to his side, crouching down beside him.

He's looking rougher than usual. The blood trickling down the side of his face from somewhere past his hairline is the most eye-catching at the moment, but there's plenty of other cuts and scrapes besides that, and the way he's clutching his bloodied side can't mean anything good. But when his dark eyes meet yours, there's clarity there, you're thankful for that.

"Do you want an ambulance?" you ask him evenly. Maybe you should just call for one, this might be over your head. But you don't know what side of the law he's on.

The question gets him moving, and he pushes himself into a sitting position with great effort. He doesn't look much better now that he's upright.

"I'm fine," he says, not fine. Stubborn, though.

No ambulance, then.

You twist your mouth to side in thought then sigh, pushing yourself up. "Okay, let's get you patched up."

It takes a lot of effort to get him into your apartment through the window. He doesn't protest your offer to help, but you have a feeling it's because he's so focused on muffling his noises of pain. You practically dump him onto your old, shitty couch, not too bothered by the idea of a few more bloodstains on it, and go to fetch your first aid kit.

When you return, Aizawa's managed to maneuver himself onto his back, his strange scarf and a particularly loud pair of yellow goggles set on the floor beside him. You realize, then, that he's wearing some sort of costume. Interesting.

"There a zipper on this thing?" you ask as you kneel beside him, looking over his black jumpsuit. He gestures to a hidden zipper and you're tugging it down, revealing his sculpted torso to you. It'd be a much more appealing sight if not for the nasty gash in his side. It looks like it was made by a knife.

You help him take some painkillers, nothing fancy or very strong, and start on cleaning his wounds, working with a practiced hand. You're mildly aware that Aizawa's watching you as you work, his breathing not as labored as when you first found him.

"You've done this before," it's not a question.

"I have," you confirm, not looking up from what you're doing. If he has any questions, he doesn't ask them, neither do you, and you definitely have questions.

Silence settles over the two of you as you patch him up. You don't think anything's broken, but you're not a doctor. Now that most of the blood has been wiped away, he doesn't look as bad as you'd initially thought, especially the cut on his head. Still, that wound in his side would need stitches.

You have the needle and suture thread in your hand, but you're hesitating. Again, you wonder if a doctor really isn't an option for him.

"You don't have to do this for me," he says quietly, almost gently, probably picking up on your reluctance to continue. He's already trying to sit up, "I can handle the rest myself, you've already done more than enough." Despite his stoic demeanor, the guilt in his expression is easy enough to read.

"I've already done this much," your hand presses to the center of his chest, stopping him from getting up. "I might as well do the rest."

It's clear to you that if you don't help him now, he's not going to go to anyone else. The images of him in his tiny apartment bathroom, an exact copy of your tiny apartment bathroom, trying to stitch himself shut flits through your head and it doesn't sit right with you.

"I'll be quick," you tell him, finding your resolve.

The minutes pass as you carefully suture his wound, sweat beading on your brow as you work. Every flinch and tensing of his body, every concealed grunt of pain, has your stomach turning slightly. It's been a while since you've had to do this for someone, you never quite got over the queasiness it gives you.

"Okay," you practically gasp, sitting back and setting the needle aside. Your hands are shaking.

Aizawa is looking paler than before, sweat coating his body, his breathing rapid. "...thanks," the words are sincere through his labored breathing. He looks exhausted and you don't blame him.

You shrug, awkward in the face of his gratitude, staring down at your bloody hands, the stains on your pajamas. You lick your lips, "...have I just involved myself in something illegal?" you have to ask. Providing aid to vigilantes or villains, even unintentionally, was a decent invitation for the law to step in and fuck you. If you have trouble coming your way, you want to be prepared.

He raises an eyebrow, "no," he tells you, giving a tired shake of his head, "you're fine... I'm a hero."

Your eyes drift from his dirtied costume to the goggles and strange scarf, "huh." It hadn't been your first guess, but it makes sense.

There's an awkward silence, "are you a paramedic?" he asks, and you can't help but snort. "Or a nurse?"

"Nothing like that," as if anyone would let you handle a job of any importance.

His eyes narrow, like you're a particularly interesting little puzzle. "You sure handled all this pretty well. You seemed to have experience."

"Yeah," you confirm, but you don't elaborate. You turn your face away from his curiosity, gathering up all your supplies. "You can crash here tonight if you want. You should probably see a real doctor soon."

You can feel his eyes on you as you stand, but you don't look at him. There's a pause where you think he might protest staying and try something stupid like attempting to get up and walk to his own apartment or some other macho nonsense, but in the end he just lets out an exhausted sigh. "Okay..."

By the time you've washed his blood off of you and changed your clothes, he's out like a light.

(Requests)

Hungover (Aizawa/Fem!Reader, NSFW)

Summary: You wake up in bed with Aizawa after a drunken one-night stand. (Aizawa/Fem!Reader)

(Content: Smut, references to drunk sex.)

MHA-MHA-MHA

Your head is pounding when you wake up, but the room is blessedly dark. You groan softly, going to move but pausing when you feel the weight of a strong arm draped over you. Opening your eyes, you find yourself peering into the sleeping face of your coworker, Aizawa.

You blink, sluggish and bleary, studying his surprisingly peaceful expression as you sort through your muddy memories of the night before. Your eyes drift down to his mouth and you're struck, suddenly and vividly, by the memory of that mouth between your legs as he drunkenly, sloppily, ravenously ate you out with an enthusiasm that you rarely saw the man show anything.

"Holy fuck..." you breathe, reaching up to rub your forehead as your memories solidify even further, and you become aware of the delicious soreness in your body. A couple lingering licks of arousal stir low in your belly at the images and phantom sensations flashing through your mind's eye, though you're much too hungover for it to build into anything substantial.

"Mm..." you hear Aizawa grumble softly as he stirs, his arm unconsciously tightening around your middle as those dark eyes blink awake. It takes a moment before his eyes focus in on you and he pauses, looking at you with an almost confused squint like he didn't know why you were there. A mirror of the expression you wore just moments before. You see the moment he remembers, the slight, nearly concealed intake of breath, the faintest blush on his face that was only visible because you were so close to him, "oh."

It takes a lot to ruffle the stoic underground hero, but yeah, this would do it.

"Morning..." you say softly, because you don't know what else to say.

"...morning," he returns stiffly, it looks like he doesn't know what to say either. He's studying your face intently, his eyes searching yours. Idly, you remember the molten heat his eyes carried the night before as he held you close and fucked you, gazing down at you as if you were the most erotic, heavenly being he'd ever laid eyes upon.

He shifts, his arm loosening around you. He's pulling away but you can't allow it, your hand catches his wrist to keep it in place. He stops, and there's a moment of hesitation before he allows you to wrap his arm around you again. You feel his body relax against the mattress again, his head right in front of yours.

You look at him, your hand drifting up his arm. "...I'm still sleepy," you tell him as you wrap your arm around him, wriggling just a bit closer until your noses are nearly touching.

Something in Aizawa's gaze softens and he holds you closer, "right..."

You close your eyes and the two of you slowly begin to drift back to sleep. You'll figure out what to say once the hangover wears off.

(Requests)

I was wondering if you could do headcannons of shouto and how he’d court/treat his omega (omegaverse of course) and if you want you could add some spicy hc too ? thanks in advance 🤍

Ohhh, I'd be happy to! (also I'm assuming Shouto's an alpha in this scenario)

Alpha!Shouto with Omega!Reader (NSFW)

Shouto grew up with a big, angry alpha in the household, and so he has a lot of conflicted feelings about his own alpha presentation.

When he takes interest in you, an omega, what he wants to communicate the most to you is that he's safe. He wants you to feel safe and protected with him and he doesn't want to come across as threatening or controlling. Not that he's very loud or harsh to begin with, but he's even softer around you, speaking softly and handling you gently.

In the courting phase, he's very big on gift giving, but sometimes he can go overboard. Either in extravagance or sheer quantity, the price is no object to him, even as a young hero he's making really good money because of his high ranking. It's really overwhelming, but also they're not empty gifts, they're centered around your interests, he really does pay attention to you. So you kind of feel bad telling him to slow down with the gifts, especially when he looks at you giving off the impression of a scolded puppy. You'll have to find a compromise, he wants to show you that he can provide for you, so you gotta let him at least a little.

Also, while courting, he absolutely goes to his friends for advice. Even when they have no idea about courting themselves, he'll still follow their advice, to varied and sometimes comical results.

(He once asked his mom, an omega, for advice, and it turned into such a bittersweet conversation. She never actually went through the process of being courted before her marriage. But she's super supportive and wants Shouto to be happy. She likes you, too, and knows her son is a good person that will treat you well.)

He loves loves loves your scent, but he also very much wants to smother you in his own scent. He's constantly scenting you, and maybe he thinks he's being sneaky, but he's absolutely not. His "accidental" brushes against you are very telegraphed, and his sudden announcement of "it's cold out" before he bundles you up in his jacket isn't very smooth either. But the obviousness is the cutest part about him.

If you scent him back, he's on cloud nine. It's all he can think about the rest of the day, your scent lingering on him.

When you're together, he constantly battles with his possessive urges, scared that they're too much. He wants to stake his claim on you, wants people to know that you're his omega, and how happy he is that you're his. But he has all those memories of the worst kind of alpha behavior in the back of his head, and it's haunting his every step. A way to comfort him in this is to let some of your own possessiveness show, let him know how glad you are that he's your alpha, be a little jealous, a little clingy. Show him his feelings aren't too much, because you're feeling them, too.

When he becomes more comfortable with himself in your relationship, he's all over you, constantly at your heels, very affectionate and very proud. You're his omega and he's your alpha. He has a habit of putting himself physically between you and other alphas, and he keeps himself distanced from other omegas, too.

Shouto's so excited when you first show him your nest. The whole area smells of you and it's just so, so comforting. He's honestly in awe. He's exceedingly careful when you allow him to enter it, sitting right in the middle, stiff as a board and not touching anything. Part of him worries that his mere presence will ruin it, but it can only make it better in your eyes. When he sees the articles of clothing he's loaned you weaved into the walls of your nest, again he's filled with that feeling of wonder. Once relaxed, he doesn't want to leave, and you want to keep him in there, too.

When he gives you the claiming bite, it's so intense. He's whimpering and whining so desperately for you, lost to his instincts as his knot embeds itself inside of you, swelling as he fills you beyond full. He sinks his teeth into your scent gland, and it's like he's finally home, he's complete.

He's extra protective of you when your heats approach, and he tries to be there for you when they happen. He's more than eager to tend to your every need, to lessen the effects of the heat, to let you use him however you need, as much as you need. Part of him loves how needy you become, slick running freely down your thighs as you beg your alpha for his knot. He likes being needed, he likes being able to provide what you need. But he can't always be there for your heats because of his job, and it's agony for him and fills him with such guilt. No matter how understanding you are, and how realistic he has to be about the situation, it still makes him feel like a bad alpha.

He'll definitely want pups. He has similar fears of fatherhood as he does with alphahood, but with you, he has a lot more confidence that things will turn out okay. If you do end up pregnant, his protective, possessive side comes out in full force. He has you swaddled in items that smell of him, and while he doesn't outright challenge alphas that come too close, he gets very tense like he's expecting a fight and most of them get the hint to stay away. He's dedicated to caring for you, even going so far as to take time off and free up his schedule so that he's around more. He doesn't want you to lift a finger. At the same time, his sex drive ramps way up, something about seeing you like that, belly rounded with his pup, really does it for him. At first he tries to hold himself back, but if you let him, he'll be all over you as much as possible. He's very gentle, however, rutting into you with slow, steady strokes, his hand resting protectively over that bump. He'd never let his desires bring harm to you.

Bonus weird headcanon: Because of his childhood, he has some habits that pups usually grow out of once they reach puberty. He sometimes kneads in your nest when he's feeling particularly relaxed and sometimes sucks on his knuckle in his sleep.

(I didn't anticipate this getting as long as it did lol thank you for the request, hope you liked it!)

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You're Wearing Their Merch

Summary: Heroes reacting to their S/O wearing their merch. (Fem!Reader featuring Fatgum, Midnight, Eraserhead, and Present Mic)

Fatgum

The limited edition Fatgum hoodie is to-scale according to his full-size measurements. It completely swallows you, the hem extends well past your knees, the sleeves hang loose and floppy beyond your hands, and with the hood up, only your chin is visible.

He can't help but burst out laughing at the sight of you, and you strike dramatic poses, your sleeves flopping about as you do, giggling right along with him. He does think you look adorable, though.

Midnight

You bought a bottle of her latest perfume, spritzing some on before going to meet her for your date.

She recognizes the scent immediately when you hug her, her nose teasingly brushing against your neck with interest. "Well don't you smell delicious?" she purrs, delighted at just how well the perfume suits you, how it pairs so nicely with your natural scent.

Little do you know she designed it with you in mind.

Eraserhead

First of all, Aizawa doesn't have merch, so where on earth did you find this Eraserhead themed t-shirt?

You declare that it's one-of-a-kind, an impish grin on your face that lets him know you're not going to be giving him any more details.

He groans, exasperated, but it's only a front to hide just how flustered he feels, seeing his hero name emblazoned across your chest. He doesn't want fans, the adoration of strangers. Your adoration, however, he'll gladly, greedily take.

Present Mic

The "Put Your Hands Up Radio!" jacket is your new favorite item of clothing. It's durable, comfy, and it goes with just about everything in your closet.

Hizashi can't help the absolute giddiness of seeing you strut your stuff in the jacket, turning this way and that while admiring your assembled outfit in the mirror. Not only does he get to see you rocking his merch, but you're feeling loud and proud while doing it! He couldn't ask for more.

(Requests)

Requests!! (OPEN!!)

(Filled Requests Here)

My requests are currently open! Both on and off anon. I want to take the time to post this little guide for what can be requested and whatnot:

The format will be that of drabbles and headcanons. Shortform pieces only. Keep that in mind when you send in your requests.

I write almost exclusively fem!Reader. As I'm catering to myself with my writing, I write with a female reader (and usually a chubby female reader) in mind. These requests are also only for reader inserts.

Currently writing for My Hero Academia. MHA is the fandom that's taken up the majority of my fixation at the moment.

List at least one character with your request. I don't mind doing multiple characters, and the more detail you give with the prompt, the better I can fill the request!

What I'm willing to write:

Romantic or Platonic (That includes familial relationships!)

LGBTQA+

Polyamory

Smut*

Any Tone (Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, etc.)

Omegaverse

Dark Content**

*I enjoy writing smut but like everyone I have my Nopes when it comes to kinks and the like. Rather than try to list everything I'm not okay with, I'll just review my requests on a case by case basis.

**I don't shy away from darker content or what would be considered problematic, though I do have some limits. Feel free to send me prompts and I'll see if I'm up for it.

I won't be able to fulfill every request. I write and run this blog as a hobby and like I said up above, there are going to be certain things I'm not going to be okay with writing. If I don't write your request, please don't take it personally. I also don't know when I'll fill your requests, I'll try to keep you updated on what I'm up to.

Things/Characters I like to write:

Erasermic, Aizawa, Present Mic, Shinsou, Bakugou, Dabi, Shigaraki, Hawks, Midnight, Miruko

Class 1-A Shenanigans

Poly

Yandere

Pathetic/Simping Men

Family Fluff/Drama

Omegaverse

Angst

Toxic Relationships

Remember the more specific your request, the better it'll be.

Thank you for taking the time to read this, and I look forward to sharing more of my writing with you in the future.