#Mha but fantasic

[lemkanada]

Modern highschool but fantasy with alot of creatures and magicals beings too. In this world humans are rare, almost like myths.

And its the Vampire prince!Shouto who one day ends up— he is the first one ofc—finding out that you are actually a human, hiding behind a costume and perfumes. Since that day he tries to get closer to you and keep you to himself. Oh not to forget that he's the hot and popular but untouchable dark prince of the school.

Should I try some headcannons or story with that, maybe? 👀

[wonderthor]

saturdays

pairing: husband!bakugo x black!female!reader

summary: you show your husband the perks of staying at home on saturdays.

warnings: reader and bakugo are married and in their 20s, cursing, SMUT 18+(blowjob, name calling(slut), dirty talking, slight degradation, cum swallowing, throat fucking, hair pulling, slight slapping/cheek patting, ball playing, i used “dick” cuz it’s nasty)

a/n: happy thanksgiving y’all i’m currently ovulating and feel like if i’m not bent over a table and thoroughly dicked down any minute i will wither away… so here’s more husband bakugo thirst

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Saturday mornings were always quiet and meant for relaxation and laziness. you were in the kitchen making tea while your husband was getting dressed to go to gym with the boys. you pouted, telling him how you both were supposed to stay home and cuddle and contemplate new projects around the house. but he simply ruffled your hair and said “stop pouting before you get wrinkles, sweet cheeks. i’ll be back before you can miss me.” you doubted that though.

you heard his heavy footsteps come down the stairs and into the kitchen. you stood at the counter, still staring down at your tea, stirring it softly. he huffed and walked over to you, standing behind and leaning his head on your shoulder to speak directly in your ear.

“i know you’re still not pouting. lighten up and maybe i’ll give you a real good treat when i get home.”

before you could retort, he gave a firm slap to your ass and a light kiss to your cheek. you gasped and looked up at him sternly.

“why you-!”

“sorry baby i’m running late, be back soon!”

he walked towards the door before you could hit him back.

hmm, two can play at that game.

“wait baby, i wanna give you a kiss goodbye!” you yelled as you walked towards him before he made it to the door.

he stopped in his tracks and let go of the doorknob that he just touched.

“come on babe i’m already running late! and i just gave you a kiss.”

you walked over to him, standing right in front of him so you were basically chest to chest.

“yeah but i wanna give you a real kiss.”

he sighed. “ugh fine, come here.”

he leaned down to kiss you, obviously meaning for it to be a quick kiss. however, you had other plans. you deepened the kiss, walking towards him more until his back was against the wall. you moved your hands up to brush your fingers against his abs, moving under his shirt. in his surprise, he gasped and accidentally gave you access to shove your tongue in his mouth.

“w-wait baby i-”

“what’s the matter suki? i just wanna say goodbye, in my own way,” you said deviously as you lowered down onto your knees in front of him.

he swallowed as you rubbed him through his shorts. you looked up at him, both to tease him and to admire the view. with his sleeveless hoodie and his basketball shorts and his flustered face, he looked hot as fuck. he was sweating when you pulled him out of his shorts, rubbing your hand up and down his dick. you made sure to link him straight in the eyes while you leaned down to lay feather light kisses all around it. his breath hitched as he kept his eyes on you, in a trance and unable to look away.

you leaned down some more to lick him all the way from the bottom to the top, causing him to grunt. then you focused on his tip, licking with more pressure as your tongue slid across his slit.

“fuck,” he hissed at the feeling of your hot, wet tongue and clasped his hand in your hair.

you smirked and made sure to remain eye contact again as you began to swallow him into your mouth, going a little past the tip at first and then working your way down more and more. when he finally hit the back of your throat, he leaned back his head in bliss.

“ahh, shit baby!” he moaned and gripped your hair even tighter.

you pulled back and took him out of your mouth. he looked back down at you and watched as you leaned down to mouth at his balls, jerking him off while you licked and sucked.

now he smirked at you as he said, “you’re so fucking nasty, you know that? slobberin all over my dick like that, makin such a mess.”

you smiled as his words made you much more wetter than you already were. the flustered katsuki was gone and the fierceness and fire in his eyes replaced him. you leaned back up and swallowed him into your mouth again, going all the way to the back of your throat in one go.

“just like that baby girl, keep going just like that.”

you bobbed your head, back and forth on him, slowly at first and then gaining more speed. you made sure to circle your wrist around him as your head went back and to make sure to get the inch of his dick that didn’t fit in your mouth. the other hand stayed teasing and playing with his balls. he braced his hand on the back of your head as he started to thrust into your mouth, working against your head.

“you ready baby?”

that was the only warning you got before he braced both of his hands on your head and started to full on fuck your face. you gripped his shorts for dear life as he abused your throat, tears streaming down your face and saliva drooling down his dick and your face and neck. all that could be heard now was his rough grunts and your wet, garbled choking sounds. you were running out of air and dug your nails into his thighs. he grabbed you by the hair and pulled you off of him. you leaned back and coughed, trying to catch your breath.

“you good?”

once you caught your breath you answered, “yeah i’m good, keep going.”

“you sure?”

you moved your hands back up his thighs and slowly rubbed him a bit. “yes baby, please? i just wanna feel you cum down my throat.”

he blinked out of shock at his teary, drool covered wife. the shock only lasted for a second.

“fuck, you’re such a nasty fucking slut.”

“only for you,” you said as you smiled and jerked him a bit faster.

he smiled back, rubbing his hand over your hair.

“alright then, open,” he said as he firmly patted your cheek.

without hesitation, you opened your mouth and he thrusted himself back in. you closed your hand in a fist as he rammed your throat over and over, preventing yourself from gagging too much. his grip tightened again as he went faster and harder, getting closer to his release.

“you wanted it down your throat, right?”

you looked up at him, telling him yes with your eyes as you squeezed his thighs with anticipation.

he gave a light laugh and said, “so fucking greedy,” as his thrusts became faster before losing their pace.

he pulled your head fully onto his dick, hugging around your head as he moaned and came down your throat. you closed your eyes and focused on swallowing around him with your constricted airway. when he was done, you yanked you by your hair again and pulled you off of him. he pulled your chin up so you could look at him.

“show me.”

you look into his eyes as you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, showing him that you truly swallowed it all.

he laughed again and patted your cheeks, harder this time as he said, “good. fucking. girl!”

you smiled proudly and stood back up to face him again. he used his hand to wipe off all of the tears and slobber off of your face. he heard his phone vibrate in his pocket and took it out. it was kirishima. he huffed.

“i can’t believe i’m this late all because you were a horny little minx.” he said as he tucked himself away and pulled his shorts back up.

“i can’t believe that you’re the one pouting now, and you started it!”

you rolled your eyes and moved back to walk away. but he was quick and pulled you back to him, leaning his head down a bit to stare at you directly in the eyes.

“yeah? well guess what. when i get back home, i’m finishing it.”

you gulped as gave another kiss to your cheek and straightened up.

“bye baby, see you later!”

the door slammed shut as the hair on the back of your neck still stood up straight.

that fucker.

[reianishkadoesstuff]

"Hello, ma'am/sir welcome to Jollibee! What's your order?"

"Uh.. Can I have some... Traumatized men with daddy issues, sleep-deprived men and men who has scars?"

They are the DEATH OF ME.

[rabidblasphemy]

Hate that its still on my mind

[glitterycvm]

MHA BOYS NSFW HEADCANNONS

[•~featuring- AGED UP!! Izuku Midoryia, Katsuki Bakugo, Eijiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Hanta Sero, Hitoshi Shinsou~•]

[•~a/n- haven't written in months!! excuse my writing but im getting back into it!! send requests!!, TY FOR 1K FOLLOWS 🙏🏼~•]

₊˚⊹♡ Izuku Midoryia

-Definitely a closeted pervert. have you seen the way he reacts around other girls?? you can't tell me that he hasn't watched a whole bunch of porn. his mind is definitely filthy and has no limits, very imaginative.

- but he tries his best to hide it, of course. he gets really embarrassed knowing that he's fantasizing about such sexual ideas and how it isn't right, but he can't help it when you wear those low cut shirts that expose your cleavage so well, or whenever your skirt rides up your thighs, showing off so much skin he doesn't even know what to do.

-100% a tits guy. any size is perfect to him, because to him it's not about the size. as long as he can grope and squish them or even seeing your hardened nipples poke through the thin fabric of your shirts. It's just enough to get him going.

-he gets super shy the first couple times you two do fuck. I'm talking constant rambling, the cherry red blushed cheeks and all those whimpers. he really doesn't know how to act. he's been waiting for the moment your soft delicate hands wrap around the base of his cock, or when he could feel your slick walls tighten around his shaft. he's been dreaming of this night for so long, he can't believe it's actually happening.

-he gets fucked out so so quickly. it's already so hard to not just cum as soon as he enter your tight wet walls. so after a couple thrusts he's mumbling about how good you feel and how much he loves you. when he gets closer, his hips buck into yours in an unsteady pace. his thrusts are more shaky and harder as he's whispering both quiet praises and curse. shutting his eyes tightly as he reaches his high, mouth slightly agape too.

-he loves eating. he prefers giving rather than receiving, simply because he'd rather please you. hearing your soft angelic sounds and watching as your face reacts with every little thing he does is already enough to make him cum. like I said, he has watched so much porn, he has analyzed them for moments like this. and he's analyzing you too. taking mini mental notes of what makes your hips shuffle, or what makes your cries go a pitch higher. he's so good at giving head, it makes you question if he even is a virgin anymore.

₊˚⊹♡ Katsuki Bakugo

-a throat fucker. you could start off going slow and taking him in little by little, but every time you end up with mascara smeared all over your eyes, spit mixed with precum dripping down your chin. and your mouth full of his cum. bakugo gets impatient, and needs to feel your throat around his cock. he's thrusting into your mouth like he doesn't care that your sobbing, gagging on his cock so hard your stomach aches, because he knows you like it when he's rough with you.

-he's an ass guy. and back shots with him are like no other. he bends you over his work desk, arms pinned to the middle of your back as hers leading his leaky tip to your entrance, ramming it in. a hand sneaks over to the fat of your ass, grabbing a handful as he waits for you to adjust to his size. after all he isn't that mean to make you feel pain. once you give him the green light, he instantly starts pounding into you, watching the as your plush ass ripples with every thrust. even spanking it a couple times.

-prefers to cum on you. don't get him wrong he loves to cum inside, his ego only grows as he watches his cum drips out your hole. but seeing your face, your gorgeous face decorated with the opaque ribbons of his cum, it feeds the possessive side of him. knowing that you're only his. but cumming on your ass? it's just enough to get fully hard again and ready for round two.

-imagine katsuki having you on your stomach, your upper half being shoved into the mattress by one hand. the other hand gripping onto your mouth. he didn't tell you to be quiet, because he doesn't want you to be. he loves hearing your pleas and mewls but he knows how loud you are. the neighbors would be pissed if they heard you two all night. but you enjoy this moment ever more. the angle he's holding you at makes his angry tip ram into that spongey spot repeatedly. making his attempts to silence you go to waste.

-he gets jealous super easily. especially if he notices you're hanging out with Midoryia more than him. you're his. and only his so why should he have to share someone like you with anybody else? he needs you to understand who you belong to, so jealousy sex is a common thing for you two. he's a lot rougher with you, doesn't show you any mercy. he'll keep edging until he gets tired of it, bring you so close to your high only to pull out last second. he needs to let out his frustration some how.

-his favorite position is definitely doggystyle. like I mentioned he's a big ass guy, but he likes the position mainly because you're at his mercy. he controls the speed, going painfully slow or brain numbingly fast. he craves power and control. a big hair puller too, the position allows him to yank on your hair whenever he wishes too. mainly to make you moan louder, or to bring make you listen to all the humiliating things he has to say about you.

₊˚⊹♡ Eijiro Kirishima

-definitely talks you through it. he is big. and he knows it. so the first time he slides himself in, he's peppering you with many kisses to your forehead. holding your hand and telling you about how well you're taking him. he pushes himself in, slowly snd gently do he doesn't hurt you two much. he would hate to see you cry. just reminding you there's only a little bit more to go, snd when you do take all of him in. he tells you how proud of you he is. he's such a sweet gentleman<3

"c'mon just a couple more, I know you can do it princess..."

"you did it baby, took me so well, you feelin' alright?"

-he loves hand holding. mainly because of the size difference. your hand is so much smaller than his. your palms are gentle and soft, contrasting his own. he fingers curl around yours perfectly, almost like they were meant to be together. but his favorite part is whenever you squeeze his hand. it makes him feel so strong. like you're telling him you feel safe with him, he just loves all the intimacy.

-he's a decent eater, he can get the job done of course. but nothing will ever compare to his fingers. they're long and wide, and at the perfect size to make you see stars. his digits curl just right while they thrust repeatedly. and his thumb is focused on your clit, rubbing smooth tiny circles on the bud. making your back arch and pelvis shake from the pleasure.

-hes such a gentleman, and he prioritizes your pleasure of his. one way he shows you this is by always making sure you cum before him. no matter what the situation is. he could pissed at you, but he'd still make sure that you cream all over his wide fingers before focusing on his own throbbing erection.

-is super big on consent. he does not play around about that. he would never EVER want to hurt you in any way, so he always triple checks to make sure you're okay with everything. always asking before he slips your panties of you, or reminding you that you don't need to force yourself for him. he also does not play about that mumbling stuff. he needs to hear an audible answer from you're lips before he can continue.

"you know better than that baby, c'mon use your words"

₊˚⊹♡ Hanta Sero

-he's such a tease. always leading you on, whether that be the heated make out sessions, or the way he whispers dirty things into your ear in public. he'll even pretend that he didn't just tell you how much he wants to bend you over the restaurant table and fuck you dumb Infront of all the people here. he doesn't actually mean it, it's all just to rile you up for later.

-has a big humiliation kink. it's so selfish but he can't help it. hanta lives to see your cheeks flush a baby pink as you hide your face away from him. he find it's so cute, knowing how easily he can break apart your attitude so quickly. he's always reminding you of how dirty you sound moaning for him like this, or how pathetic you look struggling to take all of him in your mouth.

-a big wrist holder. type of guy to always pin your wrists above your head as his hips buck into you swiftly. you're at his grace and he has all the control right now, which he tease you about of course. you look so desperate and downright helpless being held like this that's he can't help but remind you of it.

-this ties in with humiliation, but he also has a really bad dumbification kink. he wants to fuck you so dumb you won't even be able to straight for the rest of the night. whenever he's thrusting up into you as you run your mouth babbling about how good he's making you feel, hanta just wears the most shit eating grin ever. because everything you're saying doesn't make sense, not even in the slightest but his ego boosts exponentially knowing he can get you in a state like this.

-he loves THIGHS. especially if they have stretch marks or cellulite on them. he finds them so appealing. your thighs looks so soft and plushy, he can't help but just want to lay on them. but his favorite thing about them is whenever he's eating you out and you squeeze them around his head just right. gosh it feels like he's about to suffocate to death, but he wouldn't even be mad about it. he'd let you crush him with your thighs any day of the week.

-if you had one complaint about hanta, it would be about how many hickeys he would leave on you. after every night you'd wake up to finding hickeys all over your body. you see it as mainly annoying yet a little cute, but hanta does it just for both his own pleasure and for his possessiveness. seeing you marked up because of him just turns him on so much especially seeing your inner thighs decorated in the purplish red bruises. everyone knows who gave you all them too, giving him the greedy satisfaction he craves.

₊˚⊹♡ Denki Kaminari

-he is such a pervert. and he doesn't even hide it. now he's not like mineta, he's not going to go around and flirt with every girl he sees and harass them. no, his eyes are only focused on you. and just you. and whatever he does, he always makes sure that you're okay with it of course but that's not stopping him from whispering dirty things in your ears when you're in public. the worst part is, whenever you confront him about it he'll play dumb, acting like nothing ever happened.

-both an ass and tits guy. denki can't just pick one, they're both so hot to him. lowcut and tight shirts have him in a chokehold. he loves the way your boobs are somewhat exposed in low cut shirts, and tight shirts that show you're figure make him feel all mushy. but on top of that, he's a sucker for short miniskirts and short shorts. anything which just reveals your shape just makes him want to act up.

-the biggest tease you'll ever meet. he will mes with you about everything. did you just squirt on him? yeah he's never letting you forget that. oh did you want him to go faster? he'll make sure to go extra slow for you. he does it all just to make you angry (he finds it oddly hot seeing you annoyed) but his favorite part is teasing the tip of his cock into your entrance. no matter how much you beg for him, he'll repeat his painfully annoying little actions. only stopping whenever he feels like you've waited enough. overall he's just so unserious.

-D1 eater. that man knows what he's doing. well scratch that, no he doesn't. he doesn't know what he's doing to be real with you, he's eating mainly for his own selfish pleasure. drool and arousal is all over his chin but he doesn't care, he hasn't had enough yet. his tongue is thrusting into your hold viciously as a finger is rubbing desperate circles on your bud, even sending a couple light zaps to help him stimulate you.

-his favorite position is definitely cowgirl. it's the way you're on full display for him, tits bouncing as you grind yourself on him. he also likes the position because it allows you to have control. denki is a big switch and wouldn't mind you taking the lead for once, and if he needs to he won't hesitate to lift you up by the hips and thrust up into you.

-BIG dumbification kink. for both himself and you. seeing you so cock-drunk turns him on so much, because you look so good. your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead as your eyes are half lidded and hazy. but on the other side, he wants you to the same to him. denki secretly wants you to ride him so well that he short circuits and can't think straight. the effect your wet clammy pussy has on him puts him in a trance.

₊˚⊹♡ Hitoshi Shinsou

-LOVES THIGHS. he is 100% a thigh guy. he doesn't care what you do to him. you could try to crush his head and he'd thank you for it. his favorite part though, is whenever you sit down and your skirt rides up your thighs, exposing so much more. just seeing your bare exposed thighs only makes his thoughts even worse than normal.

-headboard grabber!! he definitely is rough with his thrusts and grips the headboard to steady himself. and he looks so good doing it. imagine hitoshi, all sweaty and looking back down at you with his natural sleepy eyes as you both lose yourself to the overwhelming pleasure. he looks absolutely majestic.

-hes definitely into somno. of course he'd only act on it if he had your consent. but once you gave him the okay, the stars aligned for hitoshi. we all know he's an insomniac and that he usually has trouble sleeping, so it's not unusual to wake up, feeling his girth stretching you out in the middle of the night. he'd try to be super gentle and soft at first so you didn't wake up. but he gets impatient quickly and ends up risking it, usually always waking you up.

-A BIG HAIR PULLER. loves to pull your hair, mainly to force you to keep eye contact with him and so he can you're fucked out expression. and the mewl you let out whenever he tugs on your hair extra harshly makes him want to let loose right there. but he's also a big sucker for getting his own hair pulled too. your soft delicate fingers getting entangled in his dark lavender locks,the sensation is merely indescribable.

-he loves it whenever you praise him. he'll act like he doesn't care about it much, but deep down his heart is pounding rapidly. just hearing how good he's making you feel, especially with your shaky voice. it's such a turn on for him. whenever you praise him about anything he melts, feeling so confident in himself. which only lead him to be even more determined to make each time unforgettable

-face sitting with hitoshi is such an experience. imagine this, you've begged him to let you try it, just so you could understand the hype behind it. and hitoshi agrees, pretending to not be just as excited as you. (he's been dreaming of his head being squished with your thighs). but once you lay your cunt over his face, he gets to work. now im not going to lie, yes not the best eater but this position makes up for everything. this man is eating like he's been starved for months. and don't you dare try to live yourself off him, he's only going to pull you back down.

DO NOT COPY/REPOST MY WORK, I will find u lil bro

[boohorns1136439]

Learning to belong ~ poly!MHA x fem!Reader

This is my first fic ever, I really like poly fic and we never have enough of them, especially a/b/o poly fic with a beta/alpha reader. I am so tired of omega!reader x alpha!character.

I will be honest, i have a terrible memory so i don’t remember everything about MHA and the characters, so they will mainly be depicted as my interpretation of them (don’t jump me if they are ooc). I will be trying to keep the reader’s appearance vague but I do see reader as woc (specifically black woman)

tags: aged-up characters ; Pack! Izuku Midoriya X Bakugo Katsuki X Shoto Todoroki X Kirishima Eijirou ; Omega!Izuku Midoriya ; Omega!Bakugo Katsuki ; Omega!Shoto Todoroki ; Omega!Kirishima Eijirou ; technically Beta!Reader ; modern Au ; post-UA ; Reader has a quirk ; non hero!Reader ; eventually smut

Your first heartbreak came when you presented as a Beta. Growing up, you had always longed for the kind of perfect love your parents shared—an alpha and omega perfect bond. But no one expects or wants their child to present as a Beta. Though the notion that Betas are anomalies or dysfunctional is outdated, society is still built by and for Alphas and Omegas. Betas, they say, are never anyone’s true mate. Often considered the least desirable partners, they typically marry each other.

Many believe Betas are incapable of experiencing the deep, passionate love that Alphas and Omegas do. They can’t soothe with their pheromones or detect the subtle emotional shifts of their mates. In a world where Omegas smell like ripe strawberries ready to burst with sweetness and Alphas carry a warm, intoxicating scent of amber and spices, Betas seem to fade into the background with their dull scents.

So, you never expected to catch the attention of one of Japan’s most famous packs. Despite it being everything you ever fantasized about, a lifetime of solitude has left you a misfit, struggling to belong, even while yearning for the warmth and connection of a pack.

Chapter 01

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I’m aware that the synopsis didn’t really focus on MHA and the characters, but I think it’s a nice way to show my plans for this fic. I haven’t written the first chapters yet because I wanted to see if some people would be curious enough to like this post.

Regardless I will be writing it, just don’t expect regular updates. I am terrible with deadlines 😭

Criticisms are always welcome !!

Big thank you to @cafekitsune who made the beautiful dividers !!

[lovelyiida]

THE RACE TO WEDDING BELLS ❤︎︎

CHAPTER 10 : MOMMY'S BOY; SISTERS PAWN

"The scandal of it all!"

❥ SYNOPSIS: as the years passed, Bakugo realized he was the last among his class to tie the knot. As the days grew colder, and the nights became lonelier. Bakugo finds the desire to get married, but he doesn't really feel like falling in love. At least he has his trustee secretary!

implied fem reader, aged-up! Pro-hero MHA characters over the age of 27, vulgar language, suggestive wording and content

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WORDS: 3K

[ DISCLAIMER!!! YOUR BODY IS BEAUTIFUL JUST THE WAY IT IS!!! AND YOU ARE WORTH MORE THAN A TRILLION GAZILLION KABILLION BUCKS!!!]

“That dress makes you look fat.”

“I agree, you look a tad… robust.”

For today’s catastrophe, you had the joy of honing in on the final detail for you and Katsuki’s wedding. The dress, of course!

You’ve always watched TV shows where the excited, bubbling bride brings their loved ones to shop for “the dress.” Only to be filled with anger and distraught over the absolute gall their family was.

You thought to yourself how you would never let this happen to you. If there was a problem, you tell them to get the fuck out! It’s your wedding anyway.

But now that you fit the quota (and maybe not the dress), you’re starting to think otherwise. And who else is better to go dress shopping with, than your fiance’s mother and your beloved sister?

Swallowing your pride, you show a defeated smile and step down from the elevated space. Turning around, you head back into the dressing room and look in the mirror. Letting out an exhale, you brushed your hand through your hair and placed it back on your hip with a plop.

“Just a couple of more dresses until they break,” you chuckled, reassuring yourself from the absolute nightmare this whole day has been. Biting your lip, you began to look at yourself a bit more. Straightening out some flimsy pieces here and there, swaying side to side in the dress.

You can’t believe you’re doing this…

You’ve fantasized about moments like these in your head millions of times. You’d be the perfect wife, marrying the perfect husband, who has the perfect family.  But now that everything has come to the forefront— it just seemed so dull.

You’re thankful you get some chance of normalcy… paparazzi included.

It was only an amount of time until you’d walk down the aisle to the “man of your dreams” and sign yourself away for the rest of eternity. And not even that will be set in stone.

“You’re just an open book of failures, aren't you?”

You spoke quietly to yourself. Scrunching your mouth to the side, you held back tears. You didn’t have the money to stain a 10-thousand-dollar dress with a 10-dollar mascara.

“Failed job, failed love life, failed marriage, failed quirk…” you trailed.

When was there a time when your life gave you a break? A moment of grace? When was the last time you felt genuine happiness beyond your prowess?

A singular tear streamed down your cheek.

Chin held high, you extended your hand out and under your cheek. “10 thousand dollars,” you whimpered. You’re wearing a dress worth ten thousand dollars, and yet you amount to nothing.

It's like placing birthday makeup on a potato sack.

As the tears kept streaming down your face, your whimpers grew louder. So much for trying to beat the sad-bridal-dress-shopping troupe.

God, when will you ever get a break?

Knock knock knock

Before you could even compose yourself with the little amount of time you had, the door was opened and someone barged in. “Y’know— if you’re gonna invite us, be respectful of other people's time. We’ve been sitting outside like a deer in headlights because you decided to dress yourself in that hideous mermaid tail–”

Mitsuki moaned on and on until she raised her head, and as her eyes fixed on your broken position; she was left speechless.

“Oh… um.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m sorry,” you mumbled with a hick in your breath. As you wiped your tears with the back of your hand, you then placed them on the sides of your neck. You stared at Mitsuki’s speechless look, unable to care for how she might scold you next.

The mother then let out a sigh before she reached into her purse. As she rummaged around, she found a package of napkins and opened them with haste. Handing them to you, you reached out with hesitance before you took them from her grasp.

“You know that dress is designer?” she deadpanned.

“Gee whiz! I don’t think I thought of that,” you spoke a cutting remark as venom oozed from each word.

“Who are you talking to?” Mitsuki scowled at your remark. You couldn't help but break out into a strained laughter at her words. “I’m talking to a woman who thinks I’ll never be good for their son!” You exclaimed with an anguished, teary smile.

Mitsuki jumped at your exclamation…

“I’m talking to someone who has only met me once, and now they have to call me their daughter-in-law, knowing they’d rather drop dead! Someone who knows that me and Katsuki should’ve never been together. Someone who is just as confused as I am, because we both know that whatever Katsuki sees in me is a lie!”

Your voice harshly trembled with each agonizing word, “is that what you wanted to hear?”

Mitsuki was unable to utter another word.

“I admit it! I’m a fucking fraud! I’m just some girl who’s trying to hold on to this false sense of happiness and drain it for whatever it’s worth because something always tells me it’ll be worth it. And it never fucking is!”

“Failure after failure, and I still don’t know what my purpose is on this earth! I’ll never be good enough for the life I’ve always dreamed of, the life where me and your son are in love and are getting married happily. Not by some phony contract!”

Mitsuki growled at your words, “what contract?”

“The…stupid-fucking marriage contract! This whole marriage is a sham!” You cried out. Mitsuki lets out a breath and begins to ponder around the dressing room, taking in the words you’ve spoken.

“Your son wanted some shot at normalcy and roped me into all of this mess. And you know what’s crazy? I said yes because I didn’t want to lose my job! My one shot of living the life I always dreamed, hanging by the thread of a shitty NDA and a seven-carat ring!”

Your words sunk deep into his mother's chest, weighing her down one by one, until she was left leaning against the wall with her hands cradling her face.

“And you know what’s even worse? I used to fucking hate his guts! But now…”

But now… what? You were silent.

The room hung heavy with silence, a palpable weight that seemed to press down on the both of you, muffling every breath and stifling any attempt at speech. The stillness was deafening, a stark contrast to the lively conversation that had filled the space moments earlier. An eerie hush blanketed the room as if the very air had stilled, holding its breath in anticipation of something yet to come.

Mitsuki’s hands drag from her face and her eyes bore into your disheveled state. Standing back up, she then neared towards you and then threw her purse down on the floor.

Unable to look into her eyes, your knees fall weak and you lower to the floor. Following suit, Mitsuki lowers herself and sits on the floor with you. “Listen, about my son…”

“Since the moment he was a young boy, I always knew he’d be destined for greatness. He was such a bright and confident spirit. Very sure in himself and his purpose in life

But ever since the war.”

You notice the drop in her tone, you nice her let out a defeated breath. She shook her head and continued to speak.

“That spark left him.”

“What do you mean?” You spoke softly.

“When I saw my son in the hospital— all his life was sucked out of him. His eyes were dead and he just looked out the window. Then the next moment he burst into tears…” Mitsukis voice wavered as her throat began to tighten, taking herself back to that dreadful day. 

“He never told me why he cried but I could put two and two together.”

Mitsuki wiped her tears with her finger, trying to gain back her composer. “Why was he crying?” you asked.

“Because he’s tired.”

Your brows were furrowed, eyes concentrating on her face. A heavy silence blanketed over the both of you, broken by the sound of a sniffle. “I knew at that moment I had lost my son forever. He’s not the same bright little boy anymore, he’s distant, reserved, and he’s completely shut out me and his father.”

“I apologize for how we’ve treated you.”

You turned to see Katsuki's mother, Mitsuki, looking out with a rueful expression. Despite her blunt words, you detected a certain softness there.

"I was the one who pushed him into heroics from a young age," she continued with a sigh. "Katsuki always had a...driven personality, even as a little kid. I figured that channeling it into becoming a pro hero would be good for him."

Mitsuki shook her head. "But I look at that son of mine now and I can't help but wonder if I steered him wrong somewhere along the way."

"With how angry and arrogant he is, maybe I should've pushed him into a different hobby," Mitsuki lamented. "Something where he could put that intensity to better use than constantly fighting and yelling."

She turned to you then, giving you an appraising look. "You must be a real saint to put up with that spitfire attitude of his. So, I understand you hate him–”

“I don’t hate him… I feel the exact opposite, actually.”

“So then what do you feel?”

“I feel like he’s worthy… worthy of love beyond his own comprehension.”

Mistuki nods in silence, “and I know that he’s been hurt in the past, and he’s willing to give this another try. And I’m happy for him because he’s just like any other person on earth with the right to experience love. Heroic title or not… I’m glad he was able to find something close to that with me.”

You showed a soft smile, satisfied that you were finally able to get that off your chest.

Mitsuki smiles back as she then rests her hand on your shoulder. You looked up to meet her gaze, falling into the familiar crimson irises.

“No matter how this marriage came to be,” she spoke, her voice thick with earnest emotion. “Whether it was by chance or by contract…” She gave your shoulder an affectionate squeeze. “The way my son looks at you tells me all I need to know.”

You felt your eyes prick with tears at her words, overwhelmed by the depth of her acceptance. “You two kids have found something real,” she continues firmly. “As parents, that’s the only thing we could hope for— that our children find genuine love and devotion.” Her smile turned impish, “even if it is with that hotheaded son of mine.”

A teary giggle bubbled up from your chest. An arm swept around your shoulders, and Mitsuki hugged you close in a warm embrace. “As long as you two have each other… that’s all that matters to an old lady like me.”

You pulled away from her embrace and showed her a smile, “thank you.”

Mitsuki chuckled before shuffling on the floor. “Now, let's get you up! My legs are killing me.”

As you both rise from the floor, you look at each other in a comfortable silence.

After Mitsuki finished gushing about how beautiful the wedding dress looked on you, she gave you an affectionate pat on the shoulder.

"Alright, let me give you some privacy to try on the next one," she said with a warm smile. "I'll be right outside if you need any help with the zipper or laces."

You nodded gratefully as Mitsuki slipped out of the fitting room, leaving you to carefully remove the lace gown. Just as you had stepped into the next dress sample, a sharp knock came at the door.

"Who is it?" you called out, doing a little shimmy to pull the dress up over your hips.

"It's me," came your sister's muffled voice from the other side. She didn't sound pleased.

Furrowing your brow, you quickly zipped and smoothed the dress before cracking open the door. Your sister's frown deepened as she looked at you over.

"Sis? What's wrong?" you asked with a tinge of worry. "Did something happen?"

She exhaled sharply through her nose. "Oh, nothing... except I just got a call from mom. Apparently, she's refusing to come dress shopping because, and I quote, 'That unstable brute isn't good enough for my baby.'"

You felt your jaw drop as realization set in. "Wait... she's boycotting my wedding dress shopping because of Katsuki?" 

A beat of silence passed between you before your sister's stony expression cracked and she let out a barking laugh.

"Leave it to Mom to find the most dramatic way to voice her dislike of your fiance," she giggled, shaking her head. "The scandal of it all!"

Unable to help yourself, you soon joined in the laughter, doubling over at the sheer ridiculousness of your mother's actions. Trust her to make a fuss at every turn about your perfectly wonderful relationship.

"Well, her loss then!" you managed between gasping breaths. "We'll just have to celebrate without her negativity!"

“Speaking of that… I can't wait to see his face when you say no and embarrass him in front of thousands! It’s what the brute deserves.” She chuckled.

You chose not to respond, and she took notice of that.

“About that… this whole elaborate plan— I think we should give it a rest.” You spoke firmly. Your sister shot you a look of disgust, “excuse me?”

“All I’m saying is… I’ve gotten to know him a bit more and—”

“You’ve fallen in love with the prick?” Your sister’s voice raised. You frown at her words, too embarrassed to argue back at her. A distressed break of laughter falls from her chest, “I fucking knew it!”

“I knew you’d find a way to mess this up and ditch me! As per usual” she spat. A look of disbelief cascaded over your face, “ditch you?” you asked.

“Yeah! Y’know— you go to the perfect school, get the perfect job, the apartment, the husband.” Your sister snarled as she pointed at the wedding dress. “And you leave the people you knew the longest behind to pick up the scraps!”

“And you wonder why you had to pick up scraps? Because you decided to run away and live your life without us! Leaving me to do all the work! So yeah, something good is finally happening to me and I’m gonna take advantage of that!

It’s not my fault you were a lost cause!” You yelled in anger.

Your sister's eyes went wide at the biting remark that had slipped out in the heat of your argument. "Did you really just say that to me?" she asked in disbelief, shaking her head slowly. 

For a moment, an awkward silence hung in the air as you stubbornly avoided her gaze. But then her expression hardened and she let out a derisive chuckle, taking a step closer until she was mere inches from your face.

"You're going to regret those words, sis," she said in a low, dangerous tone. "I don't take that kind of insult lightly, especially from family."

You refused to be intimidated, squaring your shoulders as you met her glare head-on. "Well then, if you know what's good for you, don't bother coming to my wedding," you retorted.

Her eyes flashed with fury before she gave a mocking laugh. "Oh, I'll be there alright. And you'll wish I wasn't by the time I'm through with you."

Refusing to be baited further, you simply shrugged one shoulder coolly. "Suit yourself. But any scene you cause, I'm holding you responsible.”

"We'll see about that," she hissed venomously. With one last withering look, she turned on her heel and stormed out, leaving you to anxiously play with the skirt of your dress.

Beneath the veneer of the joyous celebration raged a storm of bitter envy and resentment. Lurking in the shadows was the black sheep sister— a stark contrast to you. While you basked in the warmth of acceptance by Bakugo's hero circle, your sisters' lives had been a vortex of misery and poor decisions.

Cast out by their parents years ago, she found herself adrift and desperate on the streets. A chance encounter with a nefarious villain gang seemed her only lifeline, despite the cost. Slowly but surely, she buried herself deeper into their seedy underworld— committing petty crimes, and gathering intel, all to pay off her mounting debts owed to the merciless criminals.

What should have been her salvation became a noose around her neck. The more she witnessed your charmed life and success, the more her resentment mutated into a toxic obsession. The favoritism, the accolades, the love from the famous Dynamight— it all fanned the flames of her hatred.

When she discovered her pathetic sister had secured the heart of the renowned hero, something snapped inside Akari. She could never truly find happiness knowing you had achieved the perfect life. If she couldn't have that perfection for herself, she would ensure you burned with her in misery.

Trading villain information about Dynamight and his colleagues became her twisted obsession. Your sister bided her time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike - when she could sacrifice her sister on the altar of her malicious envy. Ruin both their lives with one brutal act, while settling her debts and finally living the life she deserved. 

But as you seamlessly got accepted by your fiance's friend group, seeing the genuine love and joy surrounding the both of you, it unraveled the last threads of your sister's unraveling sanity. Her fingers tightened around the serrated blade she'd been concealing, her eyes glittering with madness. If she could never attain that happiness for herself, then you didn't deserve to either.

She was done watching her sister have everything while she wallowed in darkness. One way or another, the path of perfection you walked would be drenched in ashes and ruin—

she would die trying.

I know the chapter's short, but I'm saving a big juicy chapter for the ending!

— lovelyiida

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[12raccoonsinadress]

heyyy if your request are still open can i get a mha fantasy au! fic were the princess!reader is in love with knight!tenyaiida and one night they get finally spend a night together and it’s like soft smut and fluff. and iida knows it’s wrong but he can’t help his love for the reader please💖💖

This is literally adorable ~ 💚

As You Wish : Knight!Iida x Princess!Reader (Smut)

Word Count : 2,465

Third POV

When you were told that you would be getting your own personal guard, your first thought most certainly wasn't that you were going to be falling in love with him. As time passed though, you realized that was exactly what was happening. You weren't exactly sure when it happened. Maybe it was during the long walks you often took through the garden with him by your side. Or perhaps it was during those nights you stayed up late in the library because you couldn't rest and, though tired, he insisted on staying by your side until you were ready to go to your room to sleep. Maybe it was the time you'd missed a step coming down the stairs and he caught you in his arms. Though in the end, it didn't really matter when you fell for him. All you knew was that you were head over heels for your loyal knight, Tenya.

Tonight you lay awake in your room, staring at the ceiling and letting your mind wander to places quite shameful for a lady. You imagined him out of armor. You'd seen him shirtless once. It was by accident and you'd since remembered to knock before entering his room if you ever needed to, but the image of his perfectly sculpted upper body had burned itself into the depths of your mind and made fantasies of him taking your innocence all the better. You imagined him saying things he'd never dare say to you. Filthy, inappropriate things. You wondered what it'd feel like for his hands to touch you. Holding you close, caressing your body, grazing your skin.

And little did you know, he fantasized about you just the same.

He knew it was horribly wrong. You were the princess. His only duty in life was to protect you and yet, here he was, imagining you beneath him. He closed his eyes, trying to picture the way your body might look beneath your lovely dresses. How your skin might feel. He bet it was soft. How you'd look as he pleased you. That's really what he wanted. Not to ravish you like an animal, or use you for his own pleasure. He wanted to watch you come undone beneath him over and over again. He wanted to hear your beautiful voice turn lewd with pleasure. He wanted to satisfy you. He didn't just lust for you. He loved you.

As he was your personal guard, he had to stay close to you. For this reason, his bedroom connected to yours through a door that didn't lock. You sat up in bed, unable to calm the restlessness caused by your dirty thoughts. You had a moment of boldness, if not foolishness as you knocked on the door between rooms. Much to your surprise, it was answered almost instantly. He looked just as awake as you were.

"Is something wrong, princess?"

His voice had a slight gruffness to it. Your cheeks were flushed a soft pink color as you spoke.

"Did I wake you?"

"No. I'm a bit restless tonight it seems."

"As am I. Would you.. keep me company?"

"Of course, princess."

You stepped aside so that he could enter the room. He stepped inside and you closed the door behind him. You walked over to your bed, sitting on the edge and patting the spot beside you. Hesitantly, he joined you.

"Do you feel alright?"

He asked, still generally concerned for your well being. You picked at the edge of your silky nightgown.

"Mostly. I'm... Restless."

You said, looking at him. You wondered if he'd have you. You desired him so deeply. You were sure he'd give himself to you if you asked, simply out of obligation in his loyalty to you. But you didn't want simple compliance. You wanted him to crave you as much as you craved him. You punctuated your response by gently setting your hand on his knee. You noticed his cheeks turn red.

"I.. understand the feeling."

"Do you understand how I'm feeling, Tenya?"

You asked, hoping to make your desires known. He swallowed hard, taking a shallow breath.

"If.. my assumptions are correct.. then.. yes. I understand completely."

His words were shaky though he took his time to make sure they were precise.

You brought a hand to his cheek, making him look you in the eye. He was putty in your hands.

"This is wrong. I shouldn't be here."

He whispered, though his hand found its way to your waist. You leaned in closer to him.

"I want you here."

You responded softly. His gaze lowered to your lips, lingering there.

"I live to serve you, princess. Anything you want of me is yours."

You leaned in, just a little more, though not touching your lips to his quite yet.

"Do you want me?"

You asked, hardly above a whisper.

"More than life."

He responded, a hint of desperation in his voice. With that, you close the gap, softly pressing your lips to his. He practically melted into your touch. He kissed you back gently, holding you just a little closer to himself. You leaned into him, elated that he returned your feelings. You broke the kiss, though he clearly didn't want to stop. You spoke quietly.

"Would you have me?"

His face was a lovely shade of red.

"Princess.. This.. this isn't right."

He was evidently nervous. You could understand why. It was scandalous he was even here right now. You didn't care though. Not about that at least.

"I'm not asking if it's right. I'm asking if you'd have me. I want you, no one else."

He took a moment, weighing his options. Then, in a loving show of strength, he lifted you and laid you down on your bed, holding himself above you. You looked up at him starry eyed.

"Princess, I don't think you know how many nights I've laid awake wondering what you'd look like just like this."

He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours once more. This one was a little less soft, though still full of love and desire. It was more desperate. He deepened it, taking immediate control of the situation. You didn't mind one bit. In fact, you were glad he wanted you so badly. It showed how much he loved you. You slid your hands up his chest beneath the loose nightshirt he wore. He was so strong. One of the many reasons you admired him so much.

He pulled away, just enough to breathe. You took that as your opportunity to start to slide his shirt up. He caught on, leaning back to discard it before looking back down at you. You looked so beautiful, lying beneath him in your dainty little nightgown. He reached up, gently brushing some stray hair from your face and cupping your cheek. He spoke softly.

"Princess... You're positive you want this?"

"I am."

You said back, matching his tone, and setting your hand on his. He rested his free hand on your thigh, just below the hem of your nightgown, squeezing gently.

"If it was discovered we did this..."

He trailed off. You knew though. He'd lose his job and you'd most likely be locked in your room until being sent off to marry some prince from another kingdom for one reason or another. You kissed the palm of his hand.

"Then we'll just have to not be caught."

He took a short moment to consider if he was really going to do this. But when he looked at you, so beautiful and perfect, eyes filled with love and lust for him and no one else, he caved. He leaned down to kiss you once more, letting both hands slip up the sides of your legs under your nightgown. You raised your hips so it was easier for him to undress you. He got the gown just above your breast when he paused, staring just a little bit. You smiled, though blushing, as you assumed this was the reaction of a man who's never seen a woman's breasts before.

"You can touch them if you'd like."

He blushed darker, knowing he'd been caught staring. He first finished removing your nightgown before letting himself focus on your body once again. Carefully, he took one of your breasts into his hand, squeezing gently. They were so soft, and your skin was so smooth. He wasn't exactly experienced, so he followed his first instinct which was to lean down and kiss the soft skin. There was something so nice about hearing you gasp softly as his lips just grazed past the more sensitive part of your chest. He liked seeing you react like that to something he did, so he stopped to focus there, kissing it with an open mouth whilst letting his hand play with the other. Hearing your soft moans, feeling you squirm just a little beneath him. It was everything he'd fantasized about. He continued on like that for a while until your squirming seemed to stem from impatience as opposed to stimulation. He pulled back. You spoke, though a little shakily.

"I need you, Tenya."

Those words alone could've put him at full mast if he weren't already incredibly hard.

"Yes, my princess."

He said, eyes drifting down your body, and hands moving to your thighs. He spread your legs. He stared. Though still in your little white panties, seeing you so vulnerable for him made more than just his heart throb. Through your panties, he began to feel you. It was no secret how wet you were. He could feel that through the fabric. You whined at the almost teasing touches. He pressed into you as much as your panties let him. There was no doubt if he continued this they'd be completely soaked. Through the thin fabric, he found and pressed against your clit. Seeing you moan, pressing yourself into his hand, he knew that must've been a good spot and so he continued to apply pressure there. He rubbed there in small circles, listening to your heavy breathing. By the time you were whining for him to take you, your pretty little white panties had become completely translucent from wet.

He was getting impatient himself, now moving to pull them off of you and gently set them aside. He spread your legs as wide as you comfortably could. He pressed a finger in, sliding in with ease from all the foreplay. He added a second when he saw how easily you took one. He pushed them in, curling them, loving hearing you moan. You gripped the sheets beneath you, willing yourself to not just cum now from all this teasing. You didn't want it to end. You didn't have the strength to stop yourself as his fingers pumped into you faster, his palm pressing to your clit and moving with his fingers. You moaned out, back arching, your inner walls clenching around his fingers. He slowly pulled his fingers out, admiring you. Face flushed red, legs shaking ever so slightly, pussy leaking from all he's done. He leaned over you again, kissing your forehead.

"I apologize, princess. I was too distracted by your beauty."

He had intended to take you as you had asked him but you looked so lovely just like that. He got carried away.

You kissed him softly. You knew he still needed attention and you weren't a cruel princess. Your duty was to serve your kingdom and its people. He was no exception.

"Take me."

You whispered. He seemed surprised.

"Princess, didn't you already-?"

You cut him off.

"Because you're so incredibly good to me, I have. I want you to feel just as good, and I want you to use my body to get there. I don't care how many times you make me cum, I want you to go until you're satisfied as well."

He looked at you in awe. It was an offer he couldn't refuse. He kissed your lips softly. You were so incredibly kind. So wonderful. And he took this as an opportunity and a challenge. He'd see how many times he could make you orgasm. He'd push you to that edge as many times as he could before letting himself let go. It was the least he could do.

He removed his pants and you got a moment to admire his impressive size. He ran his fingers along your still soaking wet slit, using the wetness to lube himself so it'd be easier for him to slide in. He positioned himself between your legs, holding them open on either side of his waist. He slowly pushed in. You moaned lowly, loving the stretch he gave you. He groaned, pushing until he was fully inside of you, taking a moment to relish the feeling. Slowly, he began to move. He didn't fully pull out, keeping his thrusts shallow. You covered your mouth to keep your moans and noises under control, but it proved difficult since you were so sensitive now.

He began to pull out more each time he pushed in. His pace wasn't incredibly fast, he was more focused on making you feel good right now, choosing going deep and hard over going fast. His hand found its way back between your legs, playing with your clit some more as he continued to push himself into you. Your legs trembled, threatening to snap closed around him from all the overstimulation. It didn't take much of that to push you over that edge again, letting out a whimper, muffled by your hand. He felt the way you tightened around him, squeezing, just as you had done around his fingers and he knew he must've been doing well. You felt so good around him, he wasn't sure he'd last particularly long. But he'd do his best.

2 or maybe 3 more orgasms later (truthfully your mind was long past the ability to count), he quickly pulled out, cumming on your lower stomach, panting heavily. The bed beneath you was soaked from a mix of your wetness and sweat. He got off of you, going to find something to clean you up with. He found a small towel, cleaning you up before realizing the bed would need to be cleaned as well. For now, he pulled his nightshirt onto you, which may as well have been a short nightgown, and lifted you into his arms, taking you to lay in his bed. He pulled his sleep pants on, putting your discarded clothes in your laundry hamper before returning to join you. By the time he laid down beside you and was pulling you close into his arms, you were sound asleep. He kissed your forehead.

"I love you, Y/n."

He whispered.

"And I always will."

[dee-writes-angst]

What Once Was Crumbled, Will Be Rebuilt Ten Times Stronger (Prologue)

SUMMARY Tenko Shimera was your best friend, the fire in his eyes fueling your days, until he was gone.

CONTENT WARNINGS death, depictions of homeless children, mentions of abuse, loss, and grief. For the sake of the series (and my conscience), all characters are aged up while still following the plot of MHA. In other words, think of UA as a college rather a high school.

AUTHORS NOTE my love for My Hero Academia is something that I have kept carefully hidden from this platform considering the amount of toxicity surrounding the fandom, but this story idea has swept me up and I really want to share it with you guys. So, I have decided to say fuck it and post it. Happy new series, my darlings! I hope you’ll stick around and get swept up with me.

SERIES MASTERLIST

You had known Tenko Shimura since you were a child, a bond that had grown unbreakable over the years. He was your childhood best friend, the quiet and reserved boy who seemed out of place among the more boisterous children. Yet, beneath that calm exterior, you saw a fire in him, a burning intensity that mirrored your own. His fire was one of hate and anger, a raging storm that contrasted sharply with the deep, unsettling fear that fueled your own ambitions.

Despite his quiet demeanor, Tenko had a unique ability to reassure you. In his presence, you found a strange sense of comfort, as if his anger could temporarily quell your fears. Those moments, fleeting as they were, provided a brief respite from the anxieties that plagued you. Yet, no matter how comforting those moments were, they always ended the same way: Tenko being dragged back home, leaving you to face your fears alone. 

Your memories of those warm summer days are vivid, filled with dreams and schemes of a brighter future. You and Tenko would sit for hours, plotting and fantasizing about the day you both might become heroes. You envisioned yourselves changing the world, making a real impact. Those dreams were your escape, a shared vision that kept you both going through the challenges of your childhood. 

In those days, the world was a place of infinite possibilities. The future was a canvas, and you and Tenko were determined to paint it with your dreams. You believed that together, you could overcome anything, that your combined strength and resolve would be enough to conquer any obstacle. The bond you shared was more than just friendship; it was a partnership forged in the fires of ambition and fueled by the desire to make a difference. 

As you both grew older, Tenko’s fire only grew brighter and harsher. He renounced the world that caused him so much torment and pain, his dreams slowly shifting from idealistic visions of change to fantasies of destruction. Tenko wanted to burn everything down and revel in the screams of suffering, his anger turning into a desire for vengeance against a world that had wronged him. 

Your path, however, took a different turn. Despite the hardships you faced, you clung to your dreams, even on those cold nights spent sleeping on benches in parks or hidden behind disgusting dumpsters in alleyways. In the shadows of the city, you found strength in your vulnerability. Every harsh experience, every cold night, and every moment of loneliness forged you into someone determined to make a difference. You saw the world’s cruelty firsthand and vowed to fight against it, not by destroying it, but by changing it from within.

Comfort was a foreign concept to you. You had never felt the gentle caress of a mother or heard the deep belly laughter from playing with a father. Your life began in an alleyway that looked like any other dark alleyway in the city—cold, ruthless, and haunting. 

You had met Tenko when he dared to run away from home one fateful day. He found you on a playground bench, shaking you awake with a mixture of curiosity and concern, asking if you were dead. When you confirmed that you were alive, he smiled at you—genuinely smiled—a rare warmth that you hadn’t experienced before. He tugged you off the bench and into the playground, where the bark chips bit into your bare feet. You had outgrown your only shoes years ago, and each step left small streaks of blood behind, but you ignored the pain. 

Tenko was animated, talking excitedly about a game he wanted to play. His energy and enthusiasm were infectious, a stark contrast to the indifference you were used to from others. No one had ever noticed you before; they simply went about their day, oblivious to the child shivering on a park bench. But Tenko saw you. He acknowledged you, pulled you into his world, and gave you a taste of what it felt like to be seen and valued. 

It was that day, amid the bark chips and bleeding feet, that Tenko Shimura became more than just a boy who ran away from home. He became your best friend and your hero. His smile, his warmth, and his willingness to reach out to you forged a bond that would shape your life in ways you couldn't yet comprehend. From that moment on, Tenko was a beacon of hope and companionship in your otherwise harsh and lonely existence. 

Everything had changed one cold night in October. By this time, you and Tenko were inseparable. His itching had worsened over the months, but what truly bothered him wasn’t the itching itself. It was his mother smothering him in cream and offering false sincerities. He had tried many times to get his mother to let you stay after he was found and forced home, but once bruises started appearing on his skin, he refused to ask again. The dark marks marring his soft skin grew more frequent, a silent testament to his hidden suffering. You tried to ask him about it once, but he became very quiet, and his itching grew so intense that he started to bleed. Since then, you assumed he wasn’t ready to share and let it drop. 

It was a particularly harsh night when you lost your best friend. You stayed close to his house, having set up your makeshift home in an alleyway about two blocks away, curled tightly under a thin sleeping bag to ward off the cold. In the middle of the night, a loud crash was quickly followed by the ground shaking beneath you. Despite the maturity you had been forced to develop in your time alone, you were still a child, so you ran to Tenko’s home seeking comfort. But all you found was rubble. The ear-splitting crash and the shaking ground were caused by his home collapsing. Your small hands pushed and pulled at the debris, desperately trying to save your friend, sobbing and heaving as you searched all night long. You were too weak, too young to make any impact on the devastating collapse. 

That night, amidst the tears and cries of agony as you cut your small hands and knees on the rubble, you vowed to become a hero. No matter what it took, you would not allow another person to lose a best friend the way you had. The memory of Tenko, the boy who had seen you, acknowledged you, and become your hero, fueled your determination. His smile, his warmth, and the bond you shared would forever be the driving force behind your quest to make a difference in a world that had taken so much from you. 

[super-paper]

Rereading the early chapters of MHA, and tbh I think we can pin this scene as the exact moment Tomura develops his fixation on Izuku.

Everyone in this scene assumes that All Might doesn’t need any help and starts wandering off, leaving All Might to face Kurogiri and Tomura alone. Izuku is the only one to intervene, "offering help that no one asked for." Of course, Izuku is the only one with actual insight into All Might’s condition and realizes that he's in danger— but from Tomura’s perspective, Izuku is some rando kid that's throwing himself into danger to help someone who doesn’t appear to need any help. And the emphasis on everyone else being willing to just sit back and do nothing while All Might handles everything is something we know ties directly to one of Tomura’s biggest traumas:

Tomura: "Don't just watch. Help Me. Someone please look at me. Don't just tell me not to cry. Don't just smile and pretend that everything is alright. Don't pretend you don't see me." MHAReddit: Ah, I understand-- obviously, the series is saying that Tenko is dead and we can beat this guy by punching him harder! :)

I gotta stress that Shouto and Co. are kids and I'm not faulting them for deciding to let an adult handle the situation (and I don't doubt in the slightest that they would have also chosen to intervene if they were privvy to the same information abt Toshinori's health as Izuku)-- but from Tomura's perspective where he holds pretty much everyone equally responsible for society's failings, this act was enough for him to start subconsciously singling Izuku out.

Meanwhile, the sports festival just reinforces Tomura's budding interest bc it reinforces that Izuku is actually batshit crazy and Tomura's response to this is to ask ".... how crazy we talkin'? 👀"

Oh, Izuku, you were definitely gonna get kidnapped at some point 😭

Anyway, stuff like this is also why I feel that Horikoshi likely planned on having Izuku save Tomura from the very beginning (And I've seen ppl argue that Hori had planned to have Tomura be the final boss and get defeated/killed because of Nine's existence, but let's be real-- Nine was an AFO expy parading around in a Yoichi expy's body and ya'll know it). There's a lot of set up for why Izuku is ultimately the best person to save Tomura scattered throughout the early stages of the manga, like, literally starting from the very first page:

Izuku: *crying the biggest and ugliest tears mankind has ever seen, snot pouring out of his nose, sweating a frankly concerning amount, and fighting back his own tears because he just can't ignore the tears of others* I GOTTA SAVE THAT CRYING BOY....!!! Shigaraki Tomura, famously a freak, inching himself closer to Midoriya Izuku's splash zone with every chapter: ....... :) :) :)

Izuku saves others despite being a sobbing, snotty, sweaty mess--often times while he's being a sobbing, snotty, sweaty mess. It's antithetical to All Might and Nana's beliefs about saving others with a smile and about cultivating an "image"/"mask" meant to reassure others-- but that's not a bad thing, and the whole series is built around showing us why it isn't a bad thing.

Izuku cannot separate his own inherent humanity and desires from his heroism and is driven by impulse/ego/pain the same way Tomura is. He remains a crybaby who wears his emotions on his sleeve throughout the entirety of the manga-- and the lesson he ultimately learns isn't that he should "just stop crying and hide all his fear behind a smile," it's that he shouldn't run from that aspect of himself because it's the part of himself that allows him to empathize with others. Izuku saves a piece of himself every time he gives his all to save those who are in tears, and he's become the exact type of hero who would've given it his all to save his child self.

This might not be the sort of hero Izuku fantasized about being-- but it's exactly the sort of hero Tomura needs after a lifetime of having his own tears downplayed and ignored by everyone.

on that note, the anime having Tenko and Izuku's "masks" basically evaporating to reveal their soft, sparkly, shoujo-y centers in that one season 6 OP remains one of the most on-point visuals the anime has ever given us lmfao. can't wait to see what they do for s7.....!

[serxinns]

Yandere mha x Svarlet reader Extra 1: Hot springs

The reader is gender neutral use they/them pronouns

(the reason why they're going to the girl side of the hot springs is because they didn't wanted to be by mineta and you don't wanna be with a lot of people rn)

A/N: so I've been reading @demonlamb666 Class 1a reaction to mineta climbing the bath to see you and the girls naked bodies and I was like "Man I wish they could make a extended version of this" and I realized "If nobody's doing it Fine ill do it!" so here you go!

This Fic was inspired by the dabble by demonlamb666 if you wanna go on her og then go to here

The class cheered as Aizawa announced that there would be a hot spring to relax in You however didn't you just want to have a summer break and play with your game device all day and laze away luck isn't on your side today now is it

Cmon y/n join our side it'll be fine," Hakagure said while waving her arms around "I don't know guys I don't like the hot springs very much and I'm gonna see y'all naked..." you muttered the last part out in discomfort while clutching your towel but tsu put a comforting hand on your shoulder "we trust you y/n we know your not gonna do anything *kero*""Yea! You not like that disgusting perv like Mineta ur the total opposite!" ochako said the other girls chimed in encouraging you saying it was fun until you made up your mind "Fine fine! I'll join but only for a little the girls cheered and praise you for your braveness

They decided to let you go in 1st so they wouldn't see you and then they decided to go in as well "See isn't it nice y/n" Momo said while giving you a hug "Y/n San feels so warm~" momo thought in her head as the other girls glared jealousy her

the girls and you chatted along while at times splashing each other and giggling at each other's jokes mina brought each ball and decided to play ball-related games like a hot potato, keep the ball in the air, or even volley ball the girls had a little fight over who gets to be in your team but other then that it's been fun unaware that a purple cockroa- I mean teenager plotting a plan

"What I'm here for is beyond the wall," mineta said while holding his towel he then pressed his head up against the wall with a satisfying smile hearing you and the girls chatting and giggling the boys were now focusing on Mineta now confused about what he was gonna do "nowadays, for them not to stranger bathing times for men and women is an accident" mineta continued his speech while the boys were slowly starting to know he was doing "Dont tell me you're.." denki said with a glare while tenya standard up lecturing mineta not to do what he's about to do while Mineta eyes rolling back rolling as he eagerly listen to the other size of the wall (EW EW EWWWW 🤢)

"You're being too fussy" mineta said while reaching for his hair taking a ball out "cause walls.. ARE MEANT RO BE CLIMBED OVER PLUS ULTRA"

And chaos exploded over

"mineta stop what your doing it's wrong!" zuku pleaded while holding him by the ankles "YOU FUCKING BASTARD WHEN I REACH UP TO YOU UR DEAD" katsuki threaten while Shoto created a nice step to help Katsuki get higher Meanwhile Kiri and Denki was fantasizing about what would your body would look like while getting turned on about it while kiri was waiting for katsuki to jump Sero was aiming tape to trying to tie down the grape boy

"What's going on?!" y/n said while hearing the commotion at the other side of the wall "MINETAS TRYING TO CLIMB OVER THE WALL JIROU MOMO COVER Y/N" Shoto yelled while trying to keep Katsuki steady Momo and jirou quickly wrapped you up in their arms while also blushing at the fact that they're touching your warm s/c skin Making the most of it "LET ME GO IM GONNA TOUCH HIM NOT TO MESS WITH OUR LIGHT" black shadow yelled out while trying to come at mineta but tokoyami was holding him back trying to calm him down "DARK SHADOW NO!" As much tokoyami wanted him to do it but he didn't want him to be responsible for him he's focusing on you being safe and sound "LADIES PROTECT Y/N's HONOUR"

"OH IT ON" Mina yelled determined to beat Minets down for your honor, Ochako and Mina nodded to themselves, and while Mina Jumped in the air she slapped ochakos hand to make her float to the top of the wall to drop kick Mineta You stared at the chaos that was in front of you the yelling the screaming honestly it was pretty hilarious to you and you wanted to join in beating Mineta's ass cause why not you wrested out the grip of momo and Jirou and use your telekenies to make yourself float, tsuyu to tried to grab you by using her tongue but you dodge you went and grabbed mina's hand floating her up with you when Mineta made it to the top you both dropped kick him so hard he lost his balance and fell right on top of iida

(Poor boy having a image of that 😅)

Safe to say you were praised for your dangerous but badass stunt the girls were all over how amazing that love was and Mina even suggested you be her training partner even iida praised you but still lectured how unsafe that stunt was for the boys (including Bakugo) was shouting how compliments of how badass or manly it was even Aizawa heard about it and praise you for it and also gave mineta 48-hour detection and gave you extra credit all the teachers heard and gave u praises as well and hawks gave you a high five for it they're never living this memory down

Also, the class planned to pay Mineta a visit when they got back to the UA dorms

[yandere-kokeshi]

Hey! Love your works! 🙇‍♀️

I was hoping to request a mha where darling is somehow able to start an escape. But once she's on the edge of being able to get to the outside world she panics and runs back to their yandere very upset.

Hope that makes sense 😅 and no pressure if this one doesn't interest you. Much love and hope you are doing well 🖤

— Wanna be a brat? I'll treat you like one

Warnings: yandere behavior, slight violence, reader being bratty, drugging (reader drugs Aizawa), and yelling.

Oh boy!! Please excuse me if this is to cliche! I was watching The Invisible Man while writing this; so I may have gotten ideas from it. Hope you enjoy regardless!

(P.S, sorry it took so long for me to answer this. I'm so sorry :((!!)

Everything wasn’t enough.

When you ran to the door, it was double locked. Too many bolts to recognize, so many codes and digits that made your brain swirl in circles.

Trying to pry a window open resulting in you hurting yourself — as well as getting your favorite things taken away as ‘punishments’.

Really, it was fucking hell.

That door slightly cracked open? You took your chance to run, scramble against the floor as you heard him yell your name, suddenly being pulled back by thick rope, right back into the arms of your captor.

The same glare, scowl, and tightening hold on you always irritated you — “Why run? I have everything for you, what more do you want?”

You wanted to go home! Not stay here by force, and end up as a good ol’ housewife that you may or may not shape into a sweet doll. It was humiliating to sit there and watch you leave.

Whenever you acted out, he always shook it off as fear and anger; “I understand your upset.”

HA! Yeah, right. You took me by force, dickhead. You have no idea what it’s like.

But, when you had those bad ‘tantrums’ — where you screamed, sobbed and begged to go home. Where your throat dried up and stung, your body shook so bad you couldn’t stand or you were so tired you refused to eat?

He would just push you into a small, yet cold room. Making sure you cooled off, coming back a few minutes later, looking at you with that damn eyebrow raised: “You done? Cause I am.”

You weren’t sure why he always allowed you to express your anger — even though he left the room the minute you started screaming at him.

You told yourself, maybe it was his guilt. Or possibly him losing his patience.

You weren’t sure. But you wanted to leave.

Though, one night, when the two of you were asleep, or at least he was. You were lying there, staring at the darkened ceiling, admiring and fantasizing what it would be like to stare at the moon again. Feel the grass grazed against your back, cold wind blowing all over you.

You couldn’t sleep but that was common. I mean, how could you sleep laying next to the same captor who took you? Nobody would.

Then a thought came. Why not drug him? I mean, since you always threw ‘tantrums’, you always had benadryl on hand due to the insane headaches you whined about; plus, you would just scream at him more till you were knocked out.

“Why can’t I just take care of you?” Shota asked, giving you the glass of water with two medicines that were deemed to work. You rolled your eyes, throwing down the medicine before doing the same with the water.

You heard him sigh, like always at your attitude. You turned your back, feeling him shift his weight beside you before pulling up his phone — the ‘ding!’ coming on and off while you heard him write some type of email.

And… just like that. You made a decision. Right there and then.

“A drink?” You watched him raise an eyebrow at the coffee, a random act of kindness coming from you was rare. You nodded, acting all innocently. “Yeah, jus’ decided to share it with you cause I made some.” You mumbled off, although you saw him smile in the corner of your eye.

Bingo. You watched him take a sip — hum at the taste before going back to grading papers. Taking more sips before watching the entire cup be empty. It made you laugh.

Of course, you had to make sure he wasn’t suspicious of you. You drank your entire cup, possibly got another one before starting yet another scene; yelling at him, watching him sigh before slumping off into the bedroom next door.

Then you know it, he comes in a bit early — “Time to go to bed.”

You looked at the clock, it was only 7:37 am. You faked a groan, before trotting behind him, crawling into bed and watched him sleep away with drool drizzling down his stubbled chin.

Which is where you are now. Cuddled right by his side, watching him snooze away — too hard per say.

You wanna feel bad, yet you never will. Never for this monster — fuck no.

Giving Aizawa one last glance, you slowly but steadily go out of the bed, carefully replacing his tighter hold onto a thick pillow.

Taking small, light steps towards the main room, you tried your best to not step on certain squeaky planks, making sure to keep quiet.

Getting in front of the front door, you crouched and pulled out a bobby pin; sliding it into the lock before turning and twisting it.

Your blood was pumping — hair on your body stood as your thoughts sprawled all over.

Suddenly, you heard a meow behind you; a loud one that made your heart drop.

Turning around, you saw Mickey, a black cat with different colored eyes blinking at you, yawning at such a late time. Aizawa had gotten it for you to keep company, but you thought it was the damned evil.

Somehow, the cat always knew when you were in trouble. Trotting to Aizawa, almost communicating with him and blowing your cover when you were up to no good.

Not now… you thought.

Mickie had stood there, blinking before moving towards you, rolling and pouring loud as a train.

You continued trying to pry the lock, but to no avail. Nothing worked. It was useless.

Finally, going at it while pushing Mickie away. You heard the third lock unlock.

Hope. It gave you hope. You could finally leave

You looked around, completely aware that any moment given, you could be found. But you kept trying, so hard.

Suddenly, Mickie screamed at you; her voice howled throughout the entire, quiet room.

You put your finger on your mouth, wanting her to shoosh.

Meow!

‘Shush!’ You whispered quietly. Grabbing her before petting her, pushing her off to the side.

Meow!!

“What do you think you’re doing?”

A booming voice came from behind you.

You froze, staying where you were as you slightly trembled, thinking what to do next. Before you could manage to do anything, his hand appeared on your shoulder, forcing you up and facing him.

Locking eyes with dark gray ones, you felt your entire body shake — watching his eyebrows narrowing, jawline sharp and strained while his eyes spoke for itself.

You’re in big trouble, missy.

“I asked you a question.” His sultry voice came out, waiting for an answer.

“Get off me,” you sneered, trying to act tough.

Hearing Aizawa scoff, he yanked your arm and dragged you back into the bedroom. Practically throwing you into the maddress stomach first before hearing metal clanking.

Cold — something bare and heavy attached itself towards your ankles.

“These are only temporary,” Aizawa stated. “Until you can behave correctly, these stay on.” He added, before standing up again, his knees popping.

You looked down, seeing chains connected to your feet; they were heavy, an ugly cold that drugged you of shivers into your core.

He looked down at you, anger rising in his face before he demanded a statement from you.

“Say your sorry — and I might reconsider easing the punishments.” He said, while crossing his arms against his chest. His disappointed posture was deafening through your thoughts.

You stared hard at him, teeth clenching in fear and anger, “Fuck you.”

You saw that those words struck a chord in him. Saw his eye twitch in annoyance. Finally, what felt like an eternity he spoke back up.

“It’s my fault for trusting you too much.” He stated, “Drinking that — stupid fucking coffee.”

Did he know?

He looked at you, directly staring into your soul. Almost waiting for you to answer his question.

“I hate you,” You whispered.

Aizawa nodded frustratingly.

“Fine. Wanna act like a brat? I’ll treat you like one.”

He grumbled, reaching over and grabbed your legs, pulling the chain to connect to the bedpost. Before grabbing a coat from the hanger by his bedside.

He stomped away and slammed the door shut. You heard his footsteps leave the apartment, slamming the front door.

A lump forms in your throat.

Something — something was gonna happen and it was not gonna be nice.

Too deep into your thoughts, you failed to notice Mickey climbing onto the bed. You flinched at the sudden loud meow coming from beside you.

Turning to your left, you saw Mickie laying down, purring beside you as she continued grooming herself.

Now… you’re only left with your thoughts. An occasional meow from the damn cat.

What did you get yourself into?

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[satorubrain]

I am such a hypocrite , I will defend Hawks from mha who was fantasized as a cheater from that 2020 trend, that he doesn't have a shitty personality and won't cheat meanwhile when it comes to Gojo I usually agree to people that he would cheat on the girl he is in relationship or married , when both of them are characterized as playboys , womanizers by the fandom

Lmaooo😂🤣

ANONNIEEE WHAT?!

Okay I'm obliged to defend my man actually. Because he would NEVER, like never EVER cheat on this s/o.

Look at him! He's still not over his ex?? And it's been like what? TEN YEARS? Literally there's much canon material that this man is beyond loyal (look at him and suguru). His loyalty towards his ideals, friends and students is already high enough, I'm sure it'll be more than doubled with his s/o.

Suguru and him is such an easy example because Suguru was the first person Satoru ever opened up to and we all have seen how this man acted when Suguru betrayed him. All of his rationality left him. Ten years later? Still the same thing. He saw Suguru for a moment and all he was filled with memories of 3 years and his rationality left him causing him to be sealed. HE COMES BACK and the first thing he wants to do is mourn over Suguru.

He thinks and feels deeply about betrayals. He's been betrayed, by his best friend, by his one and only and that thing broke him. He knows the pain of betrayal and he feels it everyday.

Plus he is the Gojo Satoru. The strongest sorcerer. The honoured one. His name is widespread and famous throughout the entire planet. There are bounties on his head. People and curses, alike, want him dead. But his powers, his infinity makes him untouchable. He relishes in the fact he's the strongest and he does NOT tolerate ANY threat to his powers. Toji who almost killed him? Dead. That whip from movie zero what negated/ignored cursed techniques? He made sure to get RID of that thing THOROUGHLY!! He doesn't even drink/can't drink alcohol.

It's absolutely impossible for him to turn off infinity for a quick nut and allow a person to see him in the vulnerable moments of sex. Like no that's NOT Satoru.

Also this bitch is probably ridiculously busy. This man has missions, 5+ kids to handle, busy eating sweets and an ungodly amount of food WITH an overcooked brain.

So in my opinion.

He doesn't or cannot open up his heart to anyone but if someone does manage to do the impossible, he's doomed.

If you come into his life, make your way through the walls he built up, give him all the love he deserves and never got, be there for him and understand the kind of person he is without judging him and letting him be himself with you. If you see through the facade of the strongest, being rich and handsome and see the kind of person Gojo Satoru is, love him for who he truly is.

Gojo Satoru will worship the ground you walk. You will be in the center of his world. Sometimes, he'll even treat you like a delicate little butterfly who he can't hold on to tightly but also who would fly away, fly away from him, never to return. He knows you're a human but he nonetheless still treats you just delicately and with full of love, hoping you would never leave him.

Also, if you manage to win his heart, he can only see you. No one, absolutely no one in the world compares to you. All other people seem so uninteresting and bland to him. Other than his responsibility, he really could care less about the other people.

Oh- by no chance I'm saying he's flawless. He's absolutely flawed, perhaps he has way too many flaws. He's also an attention whore who is ridiculously arrogant. But he's still not a cheater, never a scum who would break someone's trust. Never.

[ezradrawsstuff]

Here's another pet peeve, WHY IN GODS NAME, DO GROWN ASS ADULTS WRITE SMUT OF MINORS????? As a person in the mha Fandom (and a minor) I can't even tell you how many times I've seen "minors do not interact" THEN THEY WRITE LITERAL SMUT OF A TEENAGER. And idc if they "age them up" it's still insanely weird to me unless the media DOES have a time skip where they are of age. Like some grown ass women (and men) are fantasizing over KIDS, HELL SOME OF THEM COULD PROBABLY BE THEIR KID 😭😭. I also don't care if "they look older" That's weird, you got the "your so mature for your age" pedophile talk. Also does not excuse minors writing about minors, I know people my age get hooked on hormones, but like..... don't publish it to where you have a digital footprint of you thirsting over a teen....?

Idk maybe I'm too harsh but it's just so insane to me

[just-antithings]

Saw a post on tumblr that went something like

“If fiction didn’t matter at all in real life, wouldn’t it then be okay to portray abusive relationships as normal and romantic?”

And I’m out here saying: yes. It is. It’s fine, really

The reason I’m saying this is because it’s fantasy. Fantasy can be enticing, just like daydreams, but reality is not.

For example, you can fantasize about getting into battles like your heroes in MHA or Kill la Kill but you wouldn’t go through with it irl because it comes with consequences (and it hurts)

50 shades portrayed an abusive relationship throughout the books and movies, but no one actually thinks a relationship Ana and Grey had in the stories works in real life

Real life abuse is never as pretty or romantic as in these stories. You can close the book you’re reading if you don’t like it, but you can’t escape an abusive relationship very easily. And speaking of, abusers in real life aren’t like the people in fiction.

Abusers are charming, they don’t reveal their true colors until they make their already traumatized victim financially or emotionally dependent on them. And even if young people don’t know better, it’s usually called out by someone else pretty quickly

I just don’t understand why people are so scared of stories that aren’t instructive and who don’t teach only good things, our morals aren’t based on what fiction we read/watch after all

👆👆👆👆

[daisys-reality]

Hello! I hope your having a good day/night. I was wondering If I could possibly have a short love message from my DR S/O's? I completely understand if you don't want to or can't. Ok, here we go...

The DR I'm currently trying to shift to has multiple S/O's for my polyamorous heart. If you don't feel comfy with this than that's perfectly fine. But if you do could I possibly have a message from all of them? It could be collective or individual, as I'm not sure wich one's you would do. I saw the rule of only one questions per ask so I didn't know if polyam questions were aloud. Anyways this is kinda embarrassing but I'm shifting to a universe were I'm dating all of class 1-A from MHA (No mineta, he's replaced by Shinso). 18+ message is fine.

Even if you don't end up doing it I am very grateful that you took the time to read this. I wish you the best of days and a good rest. ♡

(there is nothing embarrassing, it's your reality, don't worry 🤍 i like mha, it must be rly fun there :) fyi, i will do a slightly different layout for this as it's about more than one person)

❊ TAROT & SELF MADE MESSAGE CARDS & CHANNELING:

"You're so cute and so precious." + "I'm sorry if I look scary/intimidating. I don't want you to feel scared around me. Please don't shy away from me." (- big dork that looks scary ?? maybe a little clumsy in the way they behave around you)

"These feelings are so new to me. I don't know what to do with them. I feel like an idiot in front of your eyes..." + "I just want to embrace you in a tight hug. I feel like that would take all my burdens away..." ( - they seem like someone with mommy issues and you have this caring energy about you which they unconsciously desire badly but it also confuses them A LOT)

"I would do anything for you. I'm so grateful that you let me have some of your time. I won't disappoint you." (- a total simp lmao, very eager and energetic)

"Sigh...you..I- I don't know what to say. I've never seen someone so perfect. I don't understand what you see in me honestly...like...man, am I even good enough for you??" (- the type to avoid your eyes or maybe even give you awkwardly the cold shoulder because they don't know how to function around you but they think/daydream 24/7 about you, they could be on the smaller side or they just put you on a pedestal)

"Deep down I'm afraid of your reaction rejection..." + "Am I too rough? Do I come off too strong?...I'm sorry..." + "You make me crazy...I want you all to myself but...I know that's not possible." ( - someone slightly aggressive, intense, desperate and wild even...? easily jealous too)

"My past still hunts me, please be patient." + "You're gorgeous...all of you." - (someone very composed, graceful and kinda cool)

"You're so attractive inside out. You're perfect for me." *obsessive mood activated lol* + "Behind closed doors I fantasize a lot about you." + "You're all I want." (- someone with a high s*x drive i guess haha no but seriously they could be someone stubborn who is not very flexible about how they go about things)

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐭 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬