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starstruckkittensweets · 3 months ago

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“Touch of Red” | Kinktober 2024

Formal Wear || Hawks | Keigo Takami

fandom: my hero academia Goodness gracious, formal wear is my weakness. So I thought about my beloved Hawks in it, and I started salivating. I think this is my first official fic centered around Hawks, and not a little drabble or blurb, so please be gentle! I hope I did our pretty bird boy justice. I hope you enjoy, my dears! warnings: public sex, formal wear + glove kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex, Keigo's wings go a little awry when he's all worked up, panty stealing, finger sucking, brief aftercare || words: 3.1k

If there’s one positive about this mandatory hero gala tonight, it’s the fact you get to spend hours upon hours admiring the extensive selection of outfits, from pristine pressed suits to gorgeous flowing gowns. Everywhere you look is a sea of color; deep reds, blooming golds, striking silvers, and rich blues.

You’ve always been a sucker for anything fancy, prestigious events be damned. Staring at all the freshly ironed suits, blending from stark white to enchanting black. Practically drooling over each dress, whether they bear lace, ripples, or sparkles. All of it catches your eye, has you sipping at your glass of wine far more often than you would under normal circumstances. You can’t help it; there’s just something about seeing so many people together like this, all dressed in their absolute finest, that sends shivers down your spine and your heart fluttering in your chest.

Keigo knows about your little obsession—fascination, you always have to correct him—and he intends to exploit it in every way he can. Tonight is no exception; he smirks when he catches you ogling at him from the side, glass practically trembling in your grasp, nearly splashing the liquid all over the front of your dress.

And goodness gracious, does he look beautiful tonight.

He’s chosen a simple three-piece suit with a red shirt underneath and stark black gloves, but it’s enough to have you squirming in your assigned spot in the room. Hair swept back, golden eyes sharp as they roam around the room, finally settling on you. Lips curling into a smirk as you grab a fistful of napkins from the buffet table behind you, praying to whatever god may be listening above that you don’t make a fool out of yourself tonight.

Your presence is all but required as an active member of the commission. Not as a hero of course, but working a bland desk job well into the late hours of the night. Being a hero isn’t exactly something you aspired to be, even when you were younger, but working for the commission isn’t all flowers and unicorns, either. But if there’s one positive your job has granted you, it’s being given the chance to forge a friendship with the winged hero Hawks.

Even if he’s been staring at you nonstop for the last five minutes or so.

Just ignore him, he’ll go away eventually. Don’t encourage him.

You turn back to the table, swiping a piece of candy from the tray in the center and popping it in your mouth. Savoring the sweet taste before sipping at your wine—and nearly choking on it when Keigo suddenly appears right next to you.

“Careful there, birdie. Don’t want you ruining that pretty dress. I gotta say, were you planning on matching up with me tonight? Or is it just a coincidence?”

Your face grows warm beneath his teasing expression. No, you were most definitely not thinking about the color of your dress when you chose it for tonight. Definitely not thinking about the beautiful shade of his wings, nor the soft feathers that mirror the lace stitched around the hem. And absolutely not pressing a kiss to the little feather necklace sitting in your nightstand back home before leaving for the gala.

“Coincidence,” you manage to get out through another mouthful of wine. Damn it, anymore of this and you’re going home drunk off your ass. “You look…handsome, Hawks.”

He gives a light scoff at his hero name; the two of you are all too aware of the precautions you have to take in public. No kissing, no holding each other, no personal names when unwanted ears are listening in. You don’t doubt there’s someone with a hearing quirk eavesdropping on all conversations going on within this room right now, waiting to be released to the morning paper tomorrow. And as much as you’ve grown to admire Keigo over the past few years or so, the last thing you want is to give him any unnecessary negative attention from the media.

No telling what they’ll do to you if they find out you’re warming his bed every night. Rip you apart like the savages they are.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” he says with a wink, and you swear you feel your knees buckle. “Red looks good on you. That one’s gotta be my favorite one I’ve seen you in so far.”

His favorite? He can’t be serious…

You swallow hard and hide your face behind your wine glass. But he’s quick to swipe it out of your grasp with a clump of feathers; curling his gloved fingers around the stem to lift it up to his mouth. Your heart leaps in your throat as you watch him take a small sip, in the same spot your mouth was on.

The exact same spot—is he trying to kill you tonight?! Does he even know what kind of effect he has on you, especially when he’s dressed so…dashingly?!

Apparently he does, by the way he smirks at you over the rim of the glass. Licking his lips afterward, his golden eyes almost glittering beneath the light of the chandeliers above.

“What’s wrong, little birdie? You look nervous.”

He cocks his head to the side, taking a step towards you; and you let out a yelp when your backside knocks into the buffet table. It would be just like you to end up in a fucking splattered cake because of him.

Stupid sexy hero in his stupid sexy suit!

“I’m not,” you choke out, glancing over his shoulder to avoid his eyes. Thankfully no one’s looking in your direction, witnessing the winged hero practically cornering you against the snack table. “I…I don’t…” Your cheeks are on fire, blood singing in your veins as he keeps his eyes fixed on you. “…You just look good tonight, okay?”

“Aww, birdie, you’re too sweet!” He leans in close, nose brushing your own as he rests your wine glass on the table behind you. “I tried my best just for you, after all!”

Of course you did, you feathered fuck.

“How nice… I’m sure you have a hundred admirers in this room alone, with that suit of yours.”

“Nah, not really. Barely notice ‘em! The only one I can see is you.”

Charming. You give him a smile and start to move away, but then he’s reaching for your wrist and holding it gently between his fingers. Leaning in close, making you shiver when his lips brush against the shell of your ear.

“Boring party so far…wanna step outside for a bit?”

A thousand no’s are on your lips, but you can’t seem to say them out loud. Your mind is spiraling, heart pounding against your ribcage, echoing in your ears.

You can’t. What if someone sees you? What if you’re gone for too long and someone notices? What if someone thinks you’re together? What if this backfires on both of you? What if the commission fires you after tonight for not acting professional enough? For getting too close to their precious golden boy?

He smiles, stretching his hand out to you, and suddenly you can’t remember what you were so nervous about in the first place.

“…Okay.”

His fingers feel so good laced together with your own. His red wings spread out, guarding you from any unwanted attention. He waves to any other guests that glance his way, insisting that he needs some fresh air, maybe even a quick flight to stretch his wings and then he’ll be back. He’s always been easy-going and confident with himself in the spotlight, able to sway the crowd and have them swooning over him, hanging onto every word that falls from his mouth.

All too soon you find yourselves out in the hallway, where a handful of heroes and commission workers are gathered. Luckily none of them pay you any mind as Keigo leads you further down the hall. Far away from any prying eyes.

Suddenly he yanks you to the side, not a soul in sight on either end of the hallway. Tugging you into a random room and slamming the door shut behind you. A warm glow fills the room as he pulls on the little chain of the lamp above your heads. The two of you are panting, face-to-face with each other, tucked away in a fucking supply closet of all places.

His lips find yours almost instantly; you can’t help but moan into his mouth, painted nails digging into his soft blond hair. He wraps his arms around your waist, his wings around your body, peppering soft kisses down the length of your jaw, your neck, and finally at your collarbone. Your back hits the wall behind you; somewhere in the room you can hear a few items clanging onto the floor.

“Door’s locked,” he mumbles against your skin, “just be quiet.”

“I’m not the one who has to be quiet,” you remind him, but your smile fades as he starts to suck on the juncture of your neck. “Y-you’re the louder one, you know…”

His lips are heavenly, teeth nipping at your skin, his fingers toying with the hem of your dress. Instinctively you wrap a leg around his waist, moaning as he begins to grind his hips into yours.

You don’t have much time, locks be damned. Sooner or later, someone will notice your absence and start looking. You can only imagine what tomorrow’s headlines would read upon a reporter discovering the two of you huddled up in a janitor’s closet.

Still, you savor the sight of him in his fancy little suit, before pushing his jacket off his shoulders and burying your face against the collar of his dark red shirt. Leaving a few love bites of your own as he rests his gloved hands along your curves. Holding you in place, biting back a moan every time you hit a sensitive spot.

“Keigo,” you whisper in his ear, “I want you to fuck me.”

He allows himself a little smirk, before ripping off one of his gloves with his teeth. “Say no more, pretty birdie.”

His lips are hot against your own, his fingers sliding down the length of your body, right against the small slit of your dress. Your whines are music to his ears as he pushes your panties to the side.

“Aww, already wet, aren’t you? You weren’t thinking about me out there, were you? Having all kinds of dirty thoughts in front of all those people?”

He talks big, but if the tightness in his pants is anything to go by…

Your breath hitches at the first brush of his fingers against your slick. The collar of his shirt is rumpled, the first few buttons of his vest undone. Your dress is barely clinging to your chest at this point, both sleeves tugged down to expose your collarbone and the tops of your breasts.

“Hm? I’m waiting, birdie.” You whine when Keigo slips a finger in, curling it slightly but refusing to move any more than that. “What were you thinking about out there, that got you all hot and bothered?”

He knows the answer, he always has—but he still needs to hear it from your mouth. You swallow hard and force your eyes open, nearly fainting when you see those gorgeous golden eyes staring right back at you.

“I-I…” You clear your throat, the words slipping from your mind as he adds a second finger. “…Was thinking about you, Keigo…”

“Oh were you, now? I’m flattered.” He gives you a cheeky smile before rewarding you with a gentle thrust of his fingers. Your eyes screwed shut, you begin to writhe against the wall, bucking your hips into his hand. “Details, birdie. I need details—I don’t think you were enamored by my good looks alone.”

“N-no… It was—ah, fuck—y-your outfit…”

He leans in so close you can taste his breath, feel his nose brush against the apple of your cheek. “And what about my outfit, huh?”

“’S just… You look good, Kei—always look so good all dressed up…”

“Yeah I know, you got a thing for me in suits, huh?”

There’s no arguing with him as he begins to move his fingers back and forth. Curling them into you, whispering filthy words in your ear, savoring the way you whine for him to go faster. His pants are unbearably tight; he’d reach down to free himself but that means he’d have to let go of your leg, still planted firmly around his waist.

“Always drooling over me whenever I get one of those modeling jobs… You like it when I get all dressed up, huh? Chose this one just for you, birdie—knew how much you love anything fancy. Bet you like these gloves too, huh?”

He reaches his gloved hand up to brush your face, slipping his middle and ring fingers past your lips with a moan. His cock is straining against his pants as he watches you suck on his fingers, eyes dazed and hair strewn about, a thin line of drool trickling from your mouth.

Fuck it. He needs you right here, right now.

He makes quick work of your panties, nearly tearing them in half as he slides them down your legs and pins you against the wall. Bunching the skirt of your beautiful red dress up and around your waist, giving him a full view of your soaked pussy. He wants nothing more than to take his time and taste you, but any moment the two of you can be found. Gotta make this short and sweet for now; save the rest for later at home.

Your fingers fumble with his belt, leaving it loose in the loopholes of his pants, tugging down the zipper and freeing his aching cock. You swirl your thumb around the leaking tip, smearing the bit of precum that’s gathered at the slit. Leaning in to kiss his jaw, whispering for him to fuck you now.

The two of you whine into each other’s mouths as he slides himself in. Your nails dig into his back, legs wound tight around his hips. His wings flutter slightly, each feather trembling with ecstasy. Matching the beat of his heart, so loud he wonders if you can hear it.

“Keigo,” you grind your hips as best you can, eager for any kind of friction, “please…”

He braces himself against the wall, large wings twitching uncontrollably as he sets a brutal pace. Slamming himself into you as hard as he can, pressing you into the wall with every thrust of his hips. You’re nearly sobbing now, tears leaking from your pretty eyes, lips parted with nonstop chants, moans, pleas of his name.

First name, not hero name. Keigo, not Hawks. It’s always been Keigo with you, hasn’t it?

He smiles into your shoulder, suddenly glad he ever shared that part of himself with you.

“K-Keigo, I—”

“Shh, gotta be quiet, birdie.” He presses his palm to your lips, meeting your teary eyes with a smirk. “Don’t want anyone to find us, do you?”

You shake your head no, but the eager squeeze of your pussy nearly has his eyes rolling into the back of his skull.

“Oh, of course you do,” he almost laughs right then and there, still rutting into you like an animal in heat. “Bet you’d like that, huh? Someone to walk in and see you all spread out for me, so fucking wet and needy…”

He’s close, he can feel it; can never shut up when he gets like this. But your needs come first and foremost, no matter what. So he holds you up with one arm, sliding his gloved hand down to your bare clit. Drawing tight circles around the bud with his fingers, eager to bring you to your peak.

You twist and shudder in his hold, nails and heels digging into him, face scrunched up in pleasure. “Keigo—fuck, ‘m coming—”

“’S okay, pretty birdie—you can come, come for me, please—”

You reach your high first, clamping down like a vice around his cock, trembling in his arms as pure bliss courses through your veins. You’re so fucking beautiful, more than he could possibly put into words—and the sight of you losing yourself on his cock has him coming on the spot, groaning into your neck and pushing you up against the wall.

Neither of you move at first, too preoccupied with holding each other as tightly as you can. But then the sweat and mess below get to him, and he’s sliding out of you with a pitiful moan of your name. His wings are quivering, but he forces his feathers to move to clean up the place a little bit. Rearranging the nearby shelf, picking up anything that might’ve fallen in the midst of your lovemaking. Snatching up your discarded panties and discreetly slipping them into his back pocket.

“I expect those back by the time we get back out there.” But there’s no bite to your words, nothing but a lazy, satisfied smile on your face as he lowers you onto your shaky legs. Letting you lean on his chest before straightening up your dress. “Don’t wanna go back out there wearing nothing at all.”

But he shakes his head, allowing you to slip his jacket back over his shoulders. “Nah, I can grab a fresh pair from your place. It’s not too far away, I don’t mind!”

“Then if that’s the case, just fly me home right now!”

“Birdie, you know I would,” he says almost sadly, brushing a few stray pieces of hair from your face, “but rules are rules. I don’t want either of us to get in trouble.”

“Even more than we already are,” you mumble, and he giggles before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

“Maybe so. Now wait here, I’ll be back in two minutes flat. Try not to miss me too much while I’m gone, alright?”

You roll your eyes and nod your head, and he kisses your forehead before opening the door as slowly as he can. Glancing at both ends of the hallway before slipping out, sending a sly wink your way.

“See you in a bit, birdie.”

And then he’s off, leaving only a gust of wind in his wake, and maybe one or two stray feathers with you to keep you safe. You watch him go, still dazed and drunk on love, leaning against the wall with heated cheeks. Leaving you to admire just how damn pretty he still looks in that suit of his.

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deleteddewewted · 2 months ago

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How To Not Welcome The New Years Aftermath (MHA)

(MHA Edition x Gn! Reader)

MDNI

W: C: Bakugou, Shinso, Monoma, Kirishima, Aizawa, and Hawks) @ @miralunawritez

Bakugou

Bakugou drove himself crazy looking for you.

You learned so much from him, how to hide, how to create boundaries, how to disappear.

He hadn't noticed just how lifeless the apartment was until you left.

He barely had any decoration and he wasn't someone who cared to much for it either. But you did. You enjoyed making the place a home.

He only bumped into you after a year of you moving out and dumping him.

You looked good. Better really.

He noticed the eyebags had disappeared, the acne you worried about was gone, the sad expression on your face disappeared. You were free of him.

He thought about approaching you but he didn't think he could seeing as you were so happy.

He would ruin you again.

He let you go instead but you slowly started being reintroduced into his life.

You reconnected with Mina and Kirishima, the three of you being close friends

Shinso

You both went back to your apartment and slept like nothing had happened. You ignored it while he slowly let his simmering anger snuff out.

You continued your routine as planned but you stopped trying.

You didn't leave him any notes in his lunchbox, you wouldn't wake him up with kisses, and you stopped rolling over to his side of the bed to cuddle.

You stopped everything that you had done once with great joy.

Shinso struggled to notice the changes at first but as he slowly started getting lighter work he realized that you were no longer acting how you used to.

He would ask you to join him in the shower but you would decline. He would ask if you wanted to get takeout or wanted him to cook and you would just shrug.

You acted like nothing meant anything anymore.

He started begging you to go out with him. To get dressed up, to go eat out with him, to spend time with him at home.

He begged and begged all the time.

He eventually asked what was wrong and when you told him you were just giving him some peace, he didn't know what to do.

He cried that night. He hoped that he wasn't to loud so you wouldn't need to hear him but he's sure you did.

He tried cuddling with you at night but you weren't responsive.

He wondered how he could fix things. He wanted to fix things.

He missed you and he knows he ruined things.

Monoma

He ruined everything and he knew it.

His affair had been going on for months ever since he got a raise.

He didn't know why he did it.

Thats a lie, he knew why. He liked the attention he got from the sidekicks who looked up to him. He liked the way people respected him more.

He liked being the center of attention and he liked it when he was your center of attention.

He missed your warmth, the way you woke him up in the morning by kissing his face and telling him he was your everything.

He missed surprising you with gifts and the late night dinner you would share when he would come back from patrol.

He missed you and he knew there was nothing he could do to make you come back as no one in your friend group would tell him where you went.

He only hoped that life you brought you both back to each other.

He regrets everything he did and he wished he could take it all back.

Kirishima

He sees you again at the apartment.

He left the hospital two weeks after first being admitted and he saw you in the apartment cooking.

You treated him like a roommate who you were taking care of.

The love between the two of you had faded into nothingness and it was replaced with basic sympathy.

You helped him shower, helped him shave.

You made sure to take care of the apartment while he recovered.

He tried starting the spark again but you turned him down.

He cried a lot during this time, hoping that maybe he was in a coma and this was a punishment of some kind.

But every time he woke up he realized it was all real.

This sucked and he wanted his old life back but that wouldn't happen any time soon.

He hurt and invalidated your feelings. His own convictions were just as sturdy as your own.

Aizawa

You left his apartment and went back to your own.

He didn't even notice that you had practically moved out until he came back one day and needed help cleaning wound on his back.

He called for you but you weren't there.

He took care of himself but when he called you your phone went to voicemail instead.

Days went by and you both had spoken semi-regularly about a variety of things but not your relationship.

He spent more time at work ignoring his failing relationship and invested his time in helping Shinso improve his skills instead of trying to speak to you.

You also gave not energy back into the relationship.

You had made it clear what you needed and he couldn't fulfill those needs to you treated him more like a passing friend.

Hawks

You were hurt and you didnt want to talk to him while you figured out when or how this relationship started to go downhill

Hawks tried his best to talk to you but you had him blocked on everything.

He couldn't get a hold of you and it was making his anxiety spike as he feared for your safety.

He hadn't realized how much comfort it gave him to know you were in his home or in his vicinity.

So when you disappeared he started panicking when he had the time to be alone.

When he finally got a hold of you he knelt down and begged you to come back to his home.

He couldn't deal with it anymore, you were now part of his life and he couldn't go back to being left alone in his home which was supposed to be a sanctuary.

You told him that you wanted to spend more time with him, that you also didn't want to live without him but he needed to try too.

He promised it. That he will prove that he's changed.

He knew your feelings where still hurt and he would try his best to show you that he wasn't fooling around.

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lilybecca1 · 2 months ago

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Hi! Can I ask your top 5 fav BKDK fics recs? Thx so much 🥰

Hi! Sure! *Pulls out a list*

Okay just kidding

I've read like a TON of bkdk fics so far but the ones that actually got to me are just a few.

Starting with: The Way You Used To Do by edema_ruh

Yeah, no one can say that it's overrated because it's the absolute best bkdk fic I have ever read out of, well, A LOT. It's also the first ever bkdk fic I have ever read, which doubles the attachment I have towards that fic cause imagine being introduced to the world of fanfictions about your favorite ship and starting out with THE saint scroll of BakuDeku 😭 that fic set the bar higher than the freaking Mount Everest and it left a lasting scar in me so yeah, I don't think any other fic will ever top that one. It's a must read, if you're a BKDK shipper and haven't read it yet that's illegal. TWYUTD is my shrine.

Second one, I would have to say In the Dark by Jane_Harl0w. Actually, my top 4 fic recs are all some of the first fics that I have read so that probably contributes to the reason why I have such high expectations of bkdk fics 😂 Like the beginning of In the Dark, holy sh*t. Almost as good as TWYUTD. And the ending freaking broke me. (Spoilers ahead). I remember reading the second to last chapter and I kid you not, I was in DISTRESS, cause there was only one more chapter left and no way the story was going to have a good ending cause they were kidnapped and there's no way in hell they would survive and escape when there's ONE chapter left. And then I clicked on the last chapter and saw the "Trigger warning: s**cide" and I broke 😭 I'm pretty sure I cried for hours cause I seriously believed they were gonna die and the absolute DREAD I felt when I knew the story wasn't going to have a good ending. But then it actually did have a good ending, and that's the only reason why In the Dark isn't number 1, because I would have been traumatized for life if the story actually ended how I thought it would.

There was also a lot of fluff and I loved their interactions, it reminded me of how they would have been like as childhood best friends. Although I kind of hated all the smut ngl, that ruined it for me a little. Without it, In the Dark would definitely rival TWYUTD for me.

Number 3: The Devil Ships ZeKu by xairylleactually. I had no idea what the fic's title was for such a long time cause my stupid ass didn't save it and I haven't been able to find it for MONTHS but someone finally found it so THANK YOU. It was about Deku and Bakugo finding out that fanfictions exist about each other and a whole lotta pining through it all. This one wasn't even finished, but it was the first time I ever came along this concept and the way it was written was reaaaaaally good.

Number 4 is Operation BakuDeku by ratnotfound

It's a crack fic, I remember it being hilarious af, also there's a lot of fluff. Really loved the texting theme in it and the class interactions. Even Mineta lmao. People can hate on him as much as they want but he can be funny as hell sometimes.

I actually wasn't sure what to put on the number 5 spot but I ended up with Fire Lily by EtherealBeing. The reason I loved this fic so much is because of the world building. Cause like goddamn I could make my own fanfiction about the world alone 😂 the angel world, the demon world, the lore behind God and the Deep, everything was so genuinely interesting to read that I swear I enjoyed the world building better than the actual bkdk in it lmao. (Although that church scene was kinda top tier ngl)

Also honorable mentions:

Deku Enchanted by s_the_queen (didn't finish it but the beginning was hilarious af, I swear it's one of the funniest I've read out of all of them. Deku basically gets hit by an obedience quirk which makes him obey whatever people ask from him, creating a lot of...interesting situations lmao )

They ship us? by Raltaya (don't remember it much but it was pretty good. It's about Bakugo and Deku finding out about their ship and then pining for each other)

If I Have You by dommymommy (it's not finished yet but the ANGST and it's not even the typical kind of angst, it's actually good and it deals with more mature feelings than just simple pining and being flustered around each other. Their relationship is much more grounded in this one, but with a lot more heavy feelings than other fics. I definitely recommend reading it, it filled my soul with warmth. It's the perfect example of when you know you love each other but it hurts too much to be together)

I've read tons of Villain Deku fics but so far Forget Me Not by Scorned_By_Thornz (WynterThornz) was the only one that actually made me believe that he COULD become a villain. The pure angst, humiliation, and sickening feelings between them is just wow. Prime example of how a relationship can turn bitter even though you love each other. Has a good ending, but man I feel sorry for Izuku for how they treated him in the fic.

Dreams Change People by FireRuby1 (it's a time travel fic where they get stuck in the past and relive their childhood experiences. Lots of good moments but the moment when Bakugo relived the river scene was what sold me.)

To Stand by Your Side by aeronines (also didn't finish this one cause I was too impatient...yeah, I have commitment issues, anyway...but this fic was actually really good, Bakugo is younger in this one and Deku is a pro hero, and it was very interesting to see their dynamic this way)

Hero Class Civil Warfare by RogueDruid (Icarius51) (Not specifically bkdk but Deku is really f*king smart in this one, the plot twists are insane, like fr kudos to the author for coming up with them cause I for sure would have never been able to. The story itself is about a competition between the Hero and the Villain team, and Bakugo is the leader of the Hero team while Deku is the leader of the Villain team. The Villain team is low-key badass in this one)

Mirror Image by Eleke (Bakugo gets sent through the multiverse in this one. Pretty interesting AUs appear, and I liked the ending a lot)

In Another Life by Hollandvice (A part of me died with this fic. But in a good way. Like it could have had the opportunity to complete break my soul if the ending went down differently, so thank f*ck that it didn't, I narrowly avoided future heart problems. It's damn well written and I recommend it to everyone who wants to read an emotionally impactful story)

Get on my Level by Mikacrispy (this time Bakugo is the pro hero and Izuku is the younger one. Lots of fluff and I really loved the ending, it was very touching)

To Win You Again (with trembling hands) by DoesItSaySassOnMyUniform (this fic was amazing, especially the ending. I absolutely loved their confession, it was the most realistic confession I have ever seen in any fic so far)

That's it, I hope you'll like these fics too! 💚

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fa1rydr3ams · 1 month ago

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First Christmas Together

Shouta Aizawa x Gn! Reader

| cw: light intimacy

| a/n: day 13 of ficmas check the ficmas tab on the pixie list for the next update!

| wc: n/a

It was your first Christmas together as a couple, and everything about it felt like a new chapter. You and Shouta had been together for a while now, but between his busy work schedule and your own, this holiday marked your first real celebration as partners.

The apartment was small but cozy, decorated with string lights that glowed softly in the dim room. A small tree sat in the corner, adorned with mismatched ornaments—just how you liked it. No pressure to make everything perfect, just a warm, comfortable space to spend the day with the person you cared about.

Shouta was lounging on the couch, his favorite black hoodie draped over him, eyes half-closed in that way he did when he was relaxed. You were in the kitchen, attempting to finish off the last of your Christmas dinner prep, but the smell of roasted vegetables and something sweet was filling the apartment and making everything feel a little magical.

He hadn’t been great at gift-giving in the past, and you didn’t expect that to change this year, but it didn’t matter. The thought of having him here, of sharing this time with him, was everything you needed. Still, you couldn’t help but wonder if he had a little surprise waiting for you.

As you put the finishing touches on dinner, you felt his presence in the kitchen doorway. “Smells good in here,” he mumbled, his voice a little hoarse from the constant use of his voice. You turned to see him leaning against the doorframe, his face softening when he saw you.

“I know,” you said, smirking. “I’m cooking, and now you’re just standing there looking like you want something.”

His lips twitched into a small, half-smile, though it was quickly hidden behind a yawn. “I didn’t say I wanted anything.” He took a few steps closer, reaching out to brush a lock of hair from your face. You could see the soft expression in his eyes—something unspoken but felt between the two of you.

“I’m just here to make sure you don’t burn it,” he added, his tone low and teasing.

You laughed lightly, feeling the warmth of his presence around you. You leaned into his touch, and for a moment, the world outside felt distant and irrelevant. It was just the two of you, in this small, cozy space, making this day your own.

You finished dinner together, laughing over small mishaps and the quiet moments in between. The meal wasn’t perfect, but it was shared—and that was all that mattered.

Later, after dinner, you found yourselves under the soft glow of the Christmas lights, exchanging gifts. Shouta handed you a small, carefully wrapped box, his usual lack of fanfare replaced by a quiet tenderness.

You opened it slowly, and inside was a simple but thoughtful gift—an old book, one you’d mentioned wanting to read a few months ago.

“Not the most exciting gift,” Shouta muttered, looking away, “but I thought you might like it.”

You were genuinely touched. The small thoughtfulness meant more to you than any extravagant gift could. “It’s perfect,” you said softly, placing a kiss on his cheek.

A slightly awkward silence followed, but it was comfortable. Then, you gently nudged him, a mischievous grin crossing your face. “Okay, your turn.”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t resist as you handed him a box of his own. He opened it to reveal a soft, hand knit blanket that was a moody dark red. The knits were big but together tightly.

“Something for when you finally take a break,” you teased, watching his face soften. He didn’t say much, but the way his hand brushed against yours, the brief moment of eye contact, said everything.

You leaned in closer resting your head on his shoulder, “I love times like this” you closed your eyes and breathed in the warm scent that came with the holiday.

You could feel him nod and relax his shoulder some. His hand made its way around your waist and he held you a bit closer. You reached for his scarf tugging it down a bit and giving him a little kiss on the cheek.

The innocent intimate moments that you both share is better than anything you may have thought you would enjoy. The TV screen flickered with a cheesy hallmark movie.

The night wrapped up with you both sitting together on the couch, the fire crackling in the background, a comfortable buzz from the TV settling between you. Aizawa, always so serious and composed, had let down his guard just enough to share this small, intimate moment with you.

“Merry Christmas,” you whispered, looking up at him.

He gave you that rare, small smile that made your heart skip a beat. “Yeah, happy Christmas.”

And just like that, everything felt right.

okay supa cute hope you guys like this!!

dividers by @anitalenia !!

#( 𖧧 ) navi.#ficmas 24’#divider by anitalenia #gn reader #aizawa x reader #mha aizawa #aizawa shouta #gn!reader #mha fics #bnha fluff #aizawa fluff

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the-real-insomniac · 8 days ago

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MHA Rarepair Of The Day: Day 1

Mei Hatsume x Momo Yaoyorozu

chaotic genius gf x sensible genius gf

Headcanons that are canon in my heart

- Momo listens to Mei ramble about her babies whenever she gets kicked out of the support lab.

- Momo once mentioned how she wasn't really comfortable with her hero costume. Mei took one look at the aforementioned hero costume and immediately got to work making a redesign that made Momo feel more comfortable, and threatened to destroy the lab (again) when Powerloader said that costume designing is for 3rd years only.

- When Mei gets stuck with her babies, she goes to Momo for help regarding the chemical compounds and functions.

- Momo visits Nedzu every week for tea and chess. Mei joined in once and destroyed Momo in chess (it was her special interest when she was younger to prepare for world Hatsume Industries takeover, which she compared to a game of chess).

- The 1A dorms are basically Mei's second home. Aizawa was going to kick her out until she started repairing all the things that other classmates broke (eg. the microwave, after Kaminari electrocuted it for the third time that week) and saved him the stress.

- Mei never brings a school jacket, because she doesn't want to ruin them. Momo noticed how cold she always is and buys several spares all the time with the intention of getting them dirty. Momo never admits that she buys them for Mei, but will always hand her a new one in the winter months.

- Because Momo needs lipids for her quirk, Mei brings high-fat snacks to school to give Momo whenever she's in a rush and forgets.

- Momo asked to have a STEM lab installed in her house, claiming it was to advance her chemistry knowledge for her quirk. Really, it's so that Mei has proper materials to tinker with whenever she visits.

Fic Recs

- Handkerchiefs and Elbow Grease: sabertoothhousecat

- self-care is overrated (except for when you're there): samthehyena

- i am yours no matter: Discount_Emo

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gemgdynamight0 · 2 months ago

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kudoichi + bkdk / dkbk au

An au where kudo is Bakugo's uncle and Katsuki asks him for advice on how to ask his crush (deku) out but the problem is that kudo has been pathetically in love with his boss's brother, yoichi, for a decade and still haven't done anything about it... So no help to Katsuki

Bakugou works as an intern in AFO's company (where kudo works) and deku works as an intern in all might's company (AFO's rival company) and he's very oblivious

And yoichi is a yoga instructor :)

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softest-epilogue · 6 months ago

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besties I am in deep need of fics similar to the vibes of “family of fate” by the lovely @lukewarm-beef-stew because I really just need absolutely feral and possessive shouta. and I have reread that fic & 9/10ths by @rayshippouuchiha so much I fear I’m going crazy. pls rec some things so I can stop gnawing at the air 🙏🏼

#my hero academia fics #erasermic #aideku #mha fics #possessive Aizawa shouta #eraserhead #shouta aizawa #yamada hizashi #izuku midoriya

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touyafootfetish · 6 months ago

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Hero Too ★

dad!bakugo & daughter!reader

summary: your father is the number one hero, and you’re his quirkless child. you want to be a powerful hero like him one day, but it’s simply impossible if you don’t have a power… right?

warnings: manga spoilers, post-canon divergence, mentions of bullying

no use of y/n

Being a single father was hard on Katsuki, but he’d be damned if he couldn’t give his little girl the best life he could. Being a single father was hard on Katsuki, but he’d be damned if he couldn’t give his little girl the best life he could.

He could proudly say his daughter was the best thing to ever happen to him. That you were the best thing to ever happen to him.

He was there for all your accomplishments, big or small. He was always so proud of you — from the moment you took your first steps and every minute after. Even when he found out you were Quirkless, his mind never changed.

You were still his pride and joy. His entire world. But to you… it was like your whole world fell apart right in front of you.

Like your father, you always admired heroes. You wanted to be the strongest, the best of the best — and Katsuki saw a glimpse of himself whenever you talked about everything hero-related. It changed when you got a little older, though. Suddenly it was like your passion had completely vanished.

You stopped talking about heroes, and it even led to you ignoring him when you came home from school at the end of each day. Of course, this new behavior wasn’t unseen by the Pro. He’d have to get his eyes checked if he didn’t see it.

At first he assumed it was simple teenage rebellion. You were fourteen, after all. But then he saw how distant you were becoming. You were spending more time in your room, even eating your meals in there.

It’s not like Katsuki could do anything about it most nights. He’d been working a lot of late nights at his agency, so he wasn’t always home to stop you from your antics. And if he was home, sitting silently across the table from you, he couldn’t find the right words to say.

He didn’t know how to reach out to you, mostly because you never gave him anything to work with. Even if you did, he still wouldn’t know what to say. All he knew was that he wanted to help you, but couldn’t.

…

Days off had become rare for Katsuki, but today he was home free, waiting for you to return from another long day of school.

Relaxed on the couch, he let out a heavy sigh, turning off his phone. He wasn’t getting anything done aimlessly scrolling through news feeds. Except maybe indirectly catching up with old friends.

However, his mind was cleared of all that when he heard the front door unlock, causing him to turn his head expectantly.

He was thinking of getting take out tonight instead of cooking like he usually did, and he wanted his junior’s input on what they should get.

When the door finally opened and you stepped inside, you slipped off your shoes and walked right by him. Katsuki deadpanned at being treated like he was invisible. Much less by his own daughter.

He’s Great Explosion Murder God: Dynamight, for crying out loud!

”Hey— get back here, kiddo.” Katsuki said, getting up and stopping you before disappeared down the hallway for the rest of the evening. Placing both hands on either of his hips, he sighed. “It’s my day off and you won’t even say hi to me?”

You only mutter something under your breath, causing Katsuki to roll his eyes. Before he can ask what you were trying to say, he notices one of your backpack straps in ripped, loose threads coming out in every direction.

"What happened to your bag? That's the second one this month. If you're not careful with your crap then I'll start sending you to school without a backpack."

"Fine, whatever! I don't care, just leave me alone!"

The sudden outburst came out louder than you wanted. You didn't mean to raise your voice. You were always careful and quiet, knowing that your father wore hearing aids around the house.

You slap a hand over your mouth as your eyes widen. You're quick to slip past him and run down the hall before slamming the door shut as soon as you enter your room.

You don’t want to talk to your dad about this. It’s none of his business anyway. What happens at school, stays at school. How would you even bring up the fact that you were getting bullied for being Quirkless? It was stupid, and you figured it would pass eventually. That the kids at school would get bored of you and move on.

That was your mindset for the last year.

Just keep your head down and it would all pass by, just like things always did. Either way, you’d still need to have a good excuse for why your backpack was messed up. You knew not just anything flew by your father so easily. After all, he wasn’t the number-one hero for nothing.

With your bag thrown on the ground, you throw yourself onto your bed, just wanting to relax and get your mind off things. You weren’t going to cry. You’re tough, and that means you can’t cry over every little thing that happens. At least… that’s what you were thinking as you felt a tear rolling down your cheek.

With every year that passed, Quirklessness was becoming even more uncommon — and both your parents had Quirks. So why not you? Why did you have to be the odd one out?

Why did you have to be born so weak?

You shoved your face into your covers as simple tears became full on sobs. You hated it. Hated the feeling of being so useless, and feeling like you didn’t belong. And maybe you didn’t. Maybe you didn’t deserve to be born with a power. It’s why the universe cursed you to be a powerless nobody who just happened to be the number-one Pro’s daughter.

You couldn’t be a hero. It was impossible for someone like you to be one. And every time the thought crossed your mind, you felt like you were letting down your father. Letting down the person you aspired to be like.

Before you were supposed to gain a Quirk, you remembered how you would talk to your dad about all the amazing things you would do once you had your ability. Your dad was your biggest cheerleader, so it felt like you wasted all that time when you ended up without any special powers.

Your comforter was soaked with your tears, your eyes burning the more you cried. It wasn’t fair. It’s not fair. Nothing is fair.

…

You didn’t notice your bedroom door opening as you wallowed in your own self-pity. It wasn’t until you felt a dip at the side of your bed that you felt your father’s presence beside you. He didn’t say anything as he cautiously stroked your hair in a comforting manner, untamed and wild just like his own.

You didn’t have it in you to care that he was here, watching you pour out all your pent up feelings of frustration in the form of hot tears, burning your eyes as you hiccuped and swallowed down whatever you were going to say. Because in truth, there was so much you wanted to tell the man beside you.

But you weren’t sure how to. Verbally expressing yourself has never been one of your strong suits. Whenever you felt angry and upset, you distanced yourself until you felt better.

“Did something happen at school?” Katsuki’s voice was uncharacteristically soft when he spoke, bringing his hand down to your back as he rubbed soothing circles to calm you down.

He could clearly see you were hurting. It hurt him to see it. If there was something going on that you weren’t talking about, he wanted to know. But he quickly figured that raising his voice and demanding that you tell him wouldn’t work. He wouldn’t dream of raising his voice at you.

”I… I want to be a hero.” You manage through your choked out sobs. “I want to be strong. Strong like you, but I— I’m not—“ You cut yourself short as you cried harder. You felt so pathetic, not even capable of talking about it. “I don’t know,” Is what comes out.

Katsuki frowns, ignoring the wetness forming in the corner of his eyes. He wasn’t a crier himself, but you were his daughter. His baby girl. A loving, gentle, kind-hearted but hot-tempered girl who wholeheartedly believes she isn’t good enough. And maybe it’s his fault for not trying harder to reach out and showing you that you do matter.

That you were still special — Quirk or none.

“You don’t have to talk to me now, I… I can wait.” the blond says, hand now still on your back. The jacket you have on is his hero merch. It’s nice to see that you still know who the coolest hero is. “But I am still here when you decide to. I know I’m not always home, but I would drop everything if you wanted to talk, alright?”

Lifting your head slightly to wipe your eyes, you swallow your feelings for a moment to speak. You feel like you’ll burst into tears at anything right now, but you try your best to ignore the feeling bubbling up inside you.

“Even though I don’t have a Quirk… do you think I can still be a hero?” you ask, keeping your voice low. You didn’t want to accidentally snap again and get in trouble if you weren’t already.

There’s a painful twist in Katsuki’s chest, he’s seen this before. Though they’d gotten past it long ago, he can’t help but be reminded of Dek— Izuku. Even though he’d been forgiven, he still felt guilty about how he treated him in their adolescence.

Seeing that same sight in his daughter hurt his heart. He held back the tears he knew were in his eyes, and sighed.

”It’s hard to be a hero without a Quirk, sweetheart. But having powers isn’t what makes someone a true hero.” Katsuki says, making you curious, as well as confused. You wondered what he meant by that, and you looked up.

”Huh? What do you mean?”

Katsuki’s words catch in his throat, trying to find the best way to go about this. How should he approach it? Delicate situations were admittedly hard for him to handle. He knows that. But still, he has to at least try.

He’s supposed to be the best, isn’t he? That means he’s also supposed to be the best at being a father. After a long minute, he shifts so he’s more comfortable on the bed.

“Having strength… it doesn’t equal being a good hero. Not all the time.” He starts out, trying not to mess this up. “It’s good to be strong, sure, but being a hero… it’s what’s in your heart that matters. You’re a good person— you like to help people and expect nothing in return, right? Like helping people, and holding doors for geezers and all that crap,”

You roll your eyes. That’s just basic decency. You don’t understand where your dad is trying to go with all this, but you try to be patient and hear him out.

”Helping people and having a good heart is an important part of being hero. You’re a kid with big feelings and a big heart. So you know what I think?” he asks.

You shake your head. ”What?”

”I think that even without a stupid Quirk, you’re already a kick-ass hero. And I don’t wanna hear you say otherwise, okay?” he says, reaching out to ruffle your hair. “You’re my goddamn daughter, you were born with greatness in your blood. Those punks at school are gonna have hell rain down on them and their parents if they even think about talking you down. Don’t be afraid to put those idiots in their place,”

You look away from your dad again, but you feel a bit better now. Even if this is just the start, you’re grateful for your dad— even if you were a bit of an ass towards him. “Dad…” you groan, knocking his hand off your head. “Stop it,” Katsuki laughs a bit and sighs.

“You’re tough as nails, with or without a power. And I love you just the same, understand? You’re the best damn kid in the world, I mean that. Even though you’re always so damn moody—“

”Dad!” You complain again, puffing your cheeks as they burned red with embarrassment.

“Cool it, Firecracker. I’m just messing with ya,”

wc: 2,080

#𝒷𝓁𝓊ℯ𝒻𝓁𝒶𝓂ℯ 𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓋ℯ ✩☆✩#dad!bakugo #dad!katsuki bakugo #pro hero bakugou #pro hero dynamight #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo #mha fics #bnha fics #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha

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