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Might fuck around and write some things for Black Clover and Jujutsu Kaisen at some point.

Unfortunately as I’ve learned I am unable to take requests unless you want them answered an entire year later

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How are you lately?

Again I'm okay! Just kinda ~there~ y'know?

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How are you- anon aki

Sorry! I didn't get the notification for this. I'm okay :) I lost over half of my motivation to write lmao 👊🏻😔

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I think I'm gonna start writing for Demon Slayer too 🤔 since I recently got flung head first into that fandom. I'll still write for bnha but I'm not as into it as I was bc all my role plays kind of,, died rip in pieces

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I see you guys like endeavor

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Enji Todoroki | Endeavor x Reader Headcanons

He’s hot.

Like really really hot

Even when he’s not being this big scary dude people shy away from him

It’s hard to be near him sometimes. Especially when he’s upset

His resting body temperature is around 102F (~39C)

Before they learned to fear him his children would find him whenever they were cold. Often trying to climb into bed and cuddle him when they got the chance

He’s a passionate and fierce lover. Whether that be with Rei, Hawks, or you.

But for now we focus on you.

Rei and Enji have been divorced for a year or so when he meets you

When he started courting you it was awkward

Not only because for the first time in his life he’s feeling genuine affection not fueled or backed back jealousy but because he has no idea what he’s doing.

He didn’t exactly date Rei before their marriage

It’s hard to date when you try avoiding the media. He doesn’t hate them like Aizawa he just doesn’t have the time for them.

It helps some that they avoid him as well.

But as soon as they notice he’s taken a liking to a civilian?

They bypass him. They want your attention, they want to know what it’s like to be so close to the flame hero. What do his children think? Is he divorced or are you a side piece? Have you met his wife?

Its overwhelming and you try to ask them to leave.

Enji is furious. Can’t control his flames, blinded by anger kind of furious.

You’re afraid of getting hurt, whenever he comes near you the heat he’s radiating pulls the air from your lungs. Your skin prickles from the fire.

It’s the first time you back away from him when he approaches you

At first he’s confused, he’s not mad at you, he doesn’t want to hurt you why are you looking at him like that? But it hits him shortly after the confusion.

His fire hurts you. Even if he doesn’t want too.

It’s his turn to take a step back

“I’m sorry”

It’s the first time you hear him apologize.

“It’s not your fault, Enji.”

He takes a deep breath, eyes trained on the floor as he counts down in his mind. His anger was not going to get the best of him anymore. It was so easy to give into the hate and poison in his mind. He’d ruined lives before, and even as he works to try and make it up to them he knows that the wounds may never fully heal. He knows they might never forgive him, and that's okay. He doesn’t deserve forgiveness from his victims. All he wants is for them to be happy and if that didn’t involve him then he was more than willing to give that to them. He was the problem and he knew it. The distance their new home would put between them and their past and the divorce from their mother had been the first steps. But he still had a long way to go.

He still wants his life to be good, to be able to experience things outside of his guilt and anger.

You touch his hand and it sends a shock down his spine. You’re so cold.

“Enji?” Those turquoise eyes flick up to your face and you smile

“I’m here.”

Taking a second to compose himself he sits down slowly, letting out a breath that had been stuck in his chest. Though it’s sucked back in quickly when you crowd his space.

Arms coming around the broad shoulders and neck, pulling him forward into a hug.

He was still hot, your skin still felt dry and uncomfortable against him but he was cooling down now as his hands hesitantly came up to rest on your hips.

His hands are still warm, its a comfortable heat.

“I’m sorry..”

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Man I wrote out endeavor x reader headcanons and my fucking neighbors cute the line to our internet while digging holes to install a fence >:( I guess i can retype it all on mobile.. Anyways if you see an Endeavor post before Tuesday know I wanted to post it badly enough to retype it lol

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Hi I just started following you. Can you do a scenario for a really horny Aizawa coming home after his night patrol, he finds his s/o sleeping in bed so Aizawa starts touching his s/o while touching himself or grinding on her while she's asleep, she wakes up surprise but also turned on. Can you also make long and rough NSFW. Please

Hello! So this took a REALLY long time to answer and I’m so so sorry about that (*´-｀*) But I finally managed to get past my writers block (among other things) thanks to a friend. I tried my best, I’m sorry if it’s not satisfying,, Anyways here you go!  ≡(*′▽`)っ

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Aizawa x fem s/o! 

NSFW

Shouta Aizawa had never considered himself to be a sexual person. It wasn’t that he didn’t get aroused or horny it was just that it wasn’t all that appealing to him, sex was weird. Unfortunately… that didn’t matter to his body. Passing through the door to his home he could focus on the heat pooling within his abdomen, finally letting that haze just take over while he leaned heavily against the door worrying his bottom lip as he fumbled with the zippers on his boots. Once he’d kicked them asied the rest of his suit came off easily as he made his way into the room he shared with his current lover. She was asleep but that was to be expected, it was late after all.

It was late but he was very much lusting after the woman bundled up in his bed. Hesitating as he brushed the hair from her face before reasoning that this would be fine, she didn’t have work in the morning. Tugging the sheets back in one swift motion Shouta joined her in the bed beginning the heavy petting with something much softer. Gentle touches and small kisses along her cheek and down her jaw, only encouraged as she shifted in her sleep, leaning into the ravenette. Tracing down her side the calloused fingers found their way between her thighs for now teasing her through her underwear while he shoved his free hand down his own boxers, swallowing thickly before letting out a slow breath. 

Face pressing against the soft skin on her shoulder he didn’t waste much time with himself, grip tight as he tugged himself to full hardness. Another swallow as she shifted again, one hand coming up to his forearm. The hand between her thighs retreated, shoving up the shirt that was currently in his way before his other hand landed on her hip. Forcefully shoving her forward so that she was nearly laying on her stomach, leaning over her his hand slid back to her warmth. This time bypassing the panties and going straight to the source of warmth, fingers setting to work. Nuzzling against the back of her neck as she squirmed with a small moan, likely awake at this point. Shouta didn’t bother with a slow pace tonight, more concerned with getting off than anything else. Once he had her where he wanted her he ground his hips down. A heavy sigh left him as he finally got some sort of relief. 

“Fuck.. baby” she whined softly, voice still laced with sleep, a smile on her lips. Though he wouldn’t see it. The weight of the man on top of her made it difficult to move but she managed some, hips bucking and grinding back. The dampness allowed for easy entrance as two thick fingers buried themselves inside of her needy body. Rocking onto his fingers while his cock pressed against her ass. Shouta was mumbling, she could feel his lips moving, hot breath on her skin while his scruff scratched at the junction of her neck and shoulder. “Been thinking ‘bout you all night, you know?” The phrasing was more of a statement than an actual question, punctuated with his teeth scraping along her shoulder. Answered with a moan Shouta smiled before pulling back, fingers removed from her body- wiping the slick covering his fingers off on her hip as he reached up for his scarf.

Aizawa was skilled with his capture weapon. He had been for quite some time. Once this relationship began he learned that he enjoyed not only tying up villains but his sexual partners as well. However, tonight didn’t call for full on tying. Pulling her arms together behind her back he began lacing the weapon between and around her arms until there was a knot that would do what he needed. If needed he could remove it in one move but the woman wouldn’t be able to wiggle free from it. 

His love waggled her hips at him, taking this moment to pull her knees up beneath herself so that she could stick her rear in the air. This presented the exhausted but horny man with several options. But he chose the simplest one: lining up and burying himself as deeply as he could. A moan leaving his lips, brow furrowing while the woman beneath him gasped, face pressed into the sheets of their shared bed. Her arms already ached but the position was not uncomfortable for her.

This wasn’t the first time that her grumpy lover had come home like this, this wouldn’t be the last time either. But for now there was no time to dwell on that. Aizawa’s hand came down on her hip with an iron grip, the other tangling in her hair close to her scalp as he set a punishing pace. Muffled by the sheets the only sounds in the room were the quiet man’s moans of pleasure, the lewd slapping of skin and the occasional wet squelching. Her hip was bruising beneath his fingers. They both knew it but neither of them seem to care all that much about it. The near silence didn’t last long, the hand in her hair fisted. Tugging against her scalp in a delightful way. Snatching her head back, she sucked in a sharp breath, eyes closed.

It was a shock, but not shocking, when dull teeth dug into the skin it had previously been scraping against. Shouta wasn’t going to take it easy tonight it seemed. There was a tang of copper in his mouth, he’d drawn blood. Though the mark didn’t stop there. Aizawa enjoyed claiming any of his partners that would let him. Sucking hard against the skin until there was a dark bruise forming. A wet pop caused by the loss of suction indicated that he was done with that spot. Lips dragging a trail of spit as he moved higher up on her neck. Repeating the process until the skin was bruised and bloody. If anyone saw this, he thought momentarily, they would think she had been attacked. 

She let out the breath she had sucked in as he pulled out of her, flipping her over so he could see her clearly as he forced his way back inside her. She was always so beautiful when spread out like this for him. Body on display now that her arms were out of the way. There was no hesitation as one of his hands slid to her throat, rubbing along the new marks on her skin. There was no threat behind the hold, but it was clearly meant to keep her in place. As of right now, Shouta had eyes for one thing and one thing only: his cock fucking into the womanhood beneath him. It was so pleasing to see the way she spread around him, his girth repeatedly filling her and stretching her. She was tight, her heat comfortable around him. The thumb of his free hand came down on her clit with a startling amount of pressure as his fingers splayed out over the bottom of her abdomen. Her hips snapped upwards

That’s when his fingers tightened just a hair on either side of her throat. Those golden irises snapping up to look at her through bangs sticking to his flushed face. Bending down over her he spoke low in her ear “What have I told you about moving without permission?” Voice husky with lust. There was no answer though, a weak whine left her lips as he pulled out yet again. This time grabbing at the backs of her thighs, forcing her lower half upwards while he rested his knee on the cloth currently binding her wrists and forearms together. The position would have been uncomfortable had they not done this countless times before. Of course a quirk that enhanced her flexibility also played a part in the minimal discomfort.

She was bent far enough that her knees rested on either side of her head next to her ears. An electric shock shot up and then back down her spine as he dipped those fingers inside of her, hooking them. As he began to tap her from the inside he opened his mouth, a string of saliva dripping down onto her before he actually spit on her. A smirk playing on his lips as he whispered “You know… It's hard to control myself when you’re here. Think it’s funny to take up all that space while I just want to come home and sleep?” Though his pretty mouth stopped talking when he dropped it to join his fingers. Tongue flat as he licked between her lower lips, eyes closed.

Only to snap open when she returned the smirk“Yeah, I do.” Aizawa sat up, her smirk quickly wiped off of her face as he drew back his hand and brought it down with a sharp slap to her ass. She would have liked to say she yelped but what really left her lips was a startled squeak. Heat bloomed across her cheek and the bridge of her nose. The tapping stopped, replaced with one finger stroking as he glared down at the object of his affection. “Want to know what's actually funny?” Of course she was hesitant to reply this time but she does ask “What?” In a hushed moan, those lovely legs had begun to shake as she crept closer to climax. “You. Not getting to cum.” And with that he was pulling away from her again. One hand on her back keeping her propped up as the other came down in another quick pop. Moving out from behind her he let the woman drop back down to the mess of sheets beneath them, her eyes wide in disbelief. Was he really going to deny her like that?! 

Turning her over so that she was back on her stomach again, Shouta pressed back down on top of her, voice smug as he spoke against her ear. “Don’t worry. You’ll get what you want if you’re good enough.” Grinding between her cheeks was enough for him. Just having her tied beneath him pushed him close enough to the edge that her returned grinding was all it took. Spilling out over her skin, Shouta continued his humping. Fucking aginst her ass as he rode out his orgasm. 

Once satisfied with his work he sat back on her legs, with a single tug the binding cloth came undone. Releasing her. After dropping the scarf to the floor he rolled off of her and laid on his back, an arm casually behind his head. Clearly very pleased with himself. She, however, was not pleased. Pouting as she rolled onto her side to look at him “Shouta that’s not fair!” She complained loudly to him, but the man only shrugged with a yawn “I’m off tomorrow.” His eyes were already closed and possibly asleep.

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Crush headcanons for Izuku?

This one isn't super long but here you go! I figured that this one would be a good way to try and get back into posting on here 

He does not know what to do with himself

Whenever he sees his crush he melts 

Butterflies in his stomach

He can’t pay attention in class

Not that that matters. The boy takes notes anyways

Crush happens to be in his class? Whew

He can’t not look at them, y’know? Everything they do is amazing

The deeper in he gets with this crush the more beautiful he finds them to be

Before he develops the crush he’s easy to talk too, he can ramble on for hours about his special interests and anything he happens to be fixated on 

Once he realizes ‘oh shit, I really like this person’ its over

He stammers and stutters, his hands sweat and he laughs awkwardly

Suddenly he doesn’t know what to talk about, flustered and unable to focus.

Maybe, if luck is on his side, this gives him the opportunity to stop babbling on about himself and actually ask his crush questions about them

Everyone knows when he has a crush. 

Toshinori asks him about it one day (he wants to keep up with his boy!!) and Izuku gets so into talking about how much he thinks he’s actually in love with them he starts to cry and Toshinori panics 

His friends don’t tease him about it, they support him no matter who he’s become affectionate for. 

After a while of having his crush on this person he calms down.

He’s relaxed and soft with them. Brave enough to even hold their hand and hug them. 

He gets so comfortable in this fluffy state that he even forgets to ask them out.

It takes forever because he wants to live in this bliss for as long as he can. 

If they accept and return his affections then he is over the moon. The boy is on cloud 9 for like three weeks. He calls his mom and tells her literally on the spot.

He kicks in the door of the dorm building for the staff that lives on campus. Gotta let his dad know!

And if they don’t return the affection? He’s sober, heart broken and soft spoken in a way that radiates his sadness as he comes crashing to earth from his happy little fantasy world.

He respects their feelings though and doesn’t continue to ask them out. At first it’s awkward to be around each other but things smooth out after a confused week. 

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we understand, as long as you aren't forcing yourself. your fics are worth the wait!

Ahh thank you for understanding

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Hey guys I keep promising to post stuff and I keep falling through on those promises and I just wanna apologize.

What's going to happen is I'm going to try to answer some of the remaining asks that I have and then I'm just going to write what I want for the time being. I will take asks when I feel like I'm able to actually answer them.

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You're back! How are you?

I am very depressed and anxious. A lot has happened since I was last on this blog rip. I had to move out of my house because my mom is a transphobe or whatever you wanna call it, which meant I was jobless for a while, and now I have a job but it kinda sucks ass and I just don't wanna work there. But I have to make money somehow 🤷‍♂️

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So it’s been like a million years. It’s back to just 1 mod again! Which is perfectly fine~ I’m gonna start catching up on all the asks now, which is why I closed the requests a month or so ago.

I had some pretty bad writer’s block ;;>>

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do you write poly? sorry ahhH, i just wanted to ask before i sent a request!

I've never written it before but I can't try \(♡×♡)/

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Hii there! I don't know if your box request is open, if not, ignore me haha dw! Can I ask a fluffy scenario where All Might confort his girl/reader because she feels insecure : she is quirkless, how can the number one hero loves her? Sometimes it worries her that her happiness might just stop like this... Thanks a lot ❤️❤️❤️

I'm really sorry this toOK SO LONG!!! Disclaimer though this felt rushed and angsty but I tried :,)

All Might x Fem!Reader

The last few weeks had been frustrating to say the least. You'd been noticing it more and more specifically the last week of your life. There were people protesting quirkless people. Actually protesting them. Who did that? It felt like this had all happened before. Discrimination against those that weren't like the dominant version of humans. It was disgusting.

It was heart breaking.

Your popularity kept you in the spotlight. Everyone who was anyone knew who you were. All Might's darling dearest. His trophy wife if you will. The media glorified you. But on the streets you were nothing. The whole world knew you were weak. Defenseless. Quirkless. This had lead to squabbles, attacks caused by jealousy. Everyone wanted to be loved by him. It had gotten to the point where you were afraid to leave your home, it was safe where they couldn't find you.

Your social medias were plagued by it. Anonymous hate, death threats that went into horrific deatail, the hate out weighed the love and support. How could someone like you be his lover? Pathetic.

He was ashamed to admit it. But he had been unaware of the vile things people spilled into your inboxes until one day he arrived home only to find you curled on the couch, a sniveling mess with your phone flung across the room. Crossing the room he deflated from his hero form, perching next to you on the couch. His hands like ghosts as they passed over you, brushing your hair from your face. "Y/n, what's the matter?" His deep voice felt heavy on you, if what everyone had to say was true he was pretending. He didn't actually care. But you were defenseless, you couldn't help it as you lurched into his arms, face colliding with his collar bone as you sobbed.

You couldn't speak through the onslaught of fluids coming from your face. The snot making it impossible to breathe through your nose, thick saliva making it hard to speak or even swallow, tears blurring your vision. You didn't know how long it went on. Didn't care. Even in this smaller form his strength remained, trapping you against his torso. He didn't speak until your tears finally stopped.

"If you do not tell me, I cannot help you." Was all that he could say, at a loss for words. What could have possibly hurt you like this?

Another silent moment passed before you could speak, saliva finally thinning out enough to swallow properly. "Am I a burden to you..?" You felt dead as you leaned against him, at some point you had taken a fist full of his baggy suit shirt that he used to hide his uniform. Completely numb, tears couldn't come to you if you tried. He was taken aback, "A burden? No! Of course not, why would you think that?" He let his fingers run through your hair, the texture pleasing to him. The touch calming to you as he massaged against your scalp. "I'm quirkless." It was that simple Toshinori, why couldn't you see that?

His other hand smoothed down your back before pulling back up it once more only to repeat the motions "Darling. I do not understand? Quirkless people are not burdens to me."

"That's not what everyone is telling me. Not what the world wants me to believe." The bitterness in your tone was startling to the blonde. His hands found your shoulders and pushed you back so that he could look at your flushed, tear stained, and swollen face as you continued. "I'm nothing, Toshinori. I can't help you, can't help myself. I don't fit into our society and I'm ridiculed on the streets and on line simply for living my life- with or without you." You couldn't look to him. Couldn't meet those electric eyes.

"You should just break up with me and let me suffer in peace!" You were pushing up and away now. All your mind was telling you to do was to just cut it off with him. He shouldn't have to look after you like some kid. But he was standing just as quickly distress written on those sunken features. "What? No! Why- why would you say that?" A mixture of fear and possibly blood rose in his throat as you told him he was better off without you.

His hands lashed out, pulling you close before you could fight him off, bending his long frame over you he spoke low and fast, desperation in his voice "You mean everything to me, y/n, I cannot live without you. Please don't do this." Pulling back he cupped your cheeks, making you meet his gaze. "I love you more than anything in the world," helping you sit down as another sob wracked your body he kept speaking "Your quirklessness means nothing to me, my love. You are not and will never be a burden to me." Swiping away your tears he smiled a little at you "You're amazing in every way and I chose you not because of your quirk or lack of one. I chose you because you are kind, and gentle and so honest not only with yourself but with the people around you. Your feelings and opinions matter to me, and if the masses are telling you that I would be so cruel as to base my love and trust off of something as simple as a quirk, your strength or anything to that extent they are not only wrong but they have wildly misjudged me and what I stand for." He spoke quietly, fiercely as he helped to dry your face with his sleeve.

"Those people, the ones that think they're better just because of their quirks? They are in the wrong by default. And to belittle you, the love of my life, only puts them farther down the list of good people and higher on the list of the people in the wrong." By this time you felt a little better, the way he was ranting, how his brow had furrowed and his little smile turned to a full scowl on his haunting face left you feeling restless, giddy with a rush of anxiety and love swelling inside of you.

Had his words fixed everything, stopped the messages, and the glares on the street with the occasional assault? No. They couldn't do that. They didn't heal the damage that had been caused by these actions either. But what they did do was ease your anxieties about where he stood in your life. Just because some people thought of you in a negative light didn't mean everyone did, especially not him.

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Would you guys consider doing the fluff/NSFW alphabet?

I haven't seen the fluff alphabet and I don't have the full NSFW one but I'll do it once I find the full versions!

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Take that depression and shove it up someone else’s ass

Not until I beat it up for its lunch money.

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