#Tenya ida

[blairxbear]

Walk in on Each Other Doing Something Extremely Embarrassing

What happens when the MHA guys walk in on their love sick friends doing something embarrassing?

Featuring: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Mirio Togata, Tamaki Amajiki, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead), Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic), Keigo Takami (Hawks), Enji Todoroki (Endeavor), Toya Todoroki (Dabi), Tomura Shigaraki, Shoto Todoroki, Fumikage Tokoyami, Mezo Shoji, Tenya Ida

Midoriya Walks in on Bakugo… Looking at Pictures of You Like a Lovesick Fool.

Midoriya pushes open the door without thinking. “Hey, Kacchan, I was wondering if you—”

Bakugo’s head snaps up. He is mid-scroll through his camera roll… full of pictures of you.

Midoriya blinks. Bakugo blinks.

Neither of them move.

“…So,” Midoriya starts carefully. “You—”

“GET. OUT.”

“Are those—”

Bakugo’s entire phone combusts in his hands. “I SAID GET OUT.”

Midoriya wisely leaves. He will never forget this.

(For weeks, Bakugo is paranoid that Midoriya will bring it up. He does. Often.)

Mirio Walks in on Tamaki… Practicing Asking You Out in the Mirror.

Tamaki stares intensely at his reflection. “H-Hey, Y/N… you look… uh… nice today. No, too stiff. Okay, um—h-hey! Looking good. NO, TOO FORWARD—”

Mirio leans against the doorframe, grinning ear to ear.

Tamaki doesn’t notice. He takes a deep breath. “Y/N, I think I—I mean, I know I like you. Would you—”

Mirio clears his throat.

Tamaki freezes.

Mirio waves. “Oh, don’t stop! I was really getting into it.”

Tamaki short-circuits. He vanishes into his cloak like a dying star.

(Mirio tells you immediately. You find it adorable. Tamaki never recovers.)

Denki Walks in on Kirishima… Taking a Shirtless Gym Selfie for You.

Kirishima angles his phone. “Alright, cool, cool—gotta flex a little, but not too much. Make it look natural.”

Denki peeks in. “Bro?”

Kirishima whips around. His phone flies out of his hands.

Denki stares at the shirtless, sweaty, flexing Kirishima. “Wait… were you—”

Kirishima grabs him by the shoulders. “Denki, listen.”

Denki’s grin grows. “Were you sending that to Y/N?”

Kirishima sweats. “I—uh—”

Denki cackles. “OH MY GOD, YOU WERE.”

(The selfie never gets sent. Denki teases him about it forever.)

Aizawa Walks in on Hizashi… Singing a Love Song About You in His Underwear.

Aizawa regrets opening this door.

Hizashi is mid-spin, hair down, air-guitaring a love ballad about you. In his boxers.

Aizawa blinks slowly.

Hizashi notices.

They stare at each other.

Aizawa shuts the door. Walks away. Says nothing.

(For weeks, Hizashi lives in fear of Aizawa bringing it up. He never does. It’s worse.)

Hawks Walks in on Endeavor… Watching a Romantic Movie and Sobbing Over a Confession Scene.

Hawks leans in the doorway. “Whatcha watchin’, boss?”

Endeavor scrambles for the remote.

Too late. The screen clearly shows a couple confessing their love in the rain.

Endeavor sniffles.

Hawks grins. “Aww, is someone thinking about confessing to Y/N?”

Endeavor glares. “Leave.”

Hawks flops onto the couch. “Nah, I wanna see how it ends.”

(Hawks tells you immediately. You tease Endeavor. He pretends he doesn’t care. He absolutely cares.)

Dabi Walks in on Shigaraki… Having a Full Conversation with a Picture of You.

Shigaraki stares at the screen. “I mean, yeah, you’d probably like me better if I wasn’t, you know, a wanted villain. But whatever. It’s not like I care what you think.”

Dabi leans against the wall. “Wow. You’re really arguing with their photo?”

Shigaraki jerks in surprise.

Dabi grins. “Dude, you are down bad.”

Shigaraki throws the phone at him. “SHUT UP.”

(Dabi never lets him live this down.)

Bakugo Walks in on Shoto… Practicing Pick-Up Lines in the Mirror.

Shoto nods at himself. “Hey, Y/N. You’re looking—uh… radiant. No, too poetic. Looking fine? No, that’s weird…”

Bakugo leans against the doorframe. “Oh, don’t stop. This is good.”

Shoto slowly turns.

They stare at each other.

Bakugo grins. “Keep goin’, I wanna see where this ends.”

Shoto closes the door in his face.

(Bakugo tells everyone. Shoto has never been more embarrassed.)

Tokoyami Walks in on Shoji… Writing You a Love Letter.

Shoji hunches over his desk, writing furiously.

Tokoyami tilts his head. “What are you doing?”

Shoji jumps. “Nothing.”

Tokoyami leans over his shoulder. The words "Dear Y/N, I think about you every day" are right there.

Tokoyami grins. “Ah. Poetry of the soul.”

Shoji slowly crumples the paper.

(The letter is rewritten. It eventually gets to you.)

Tenya Walks in on Denki… Trying to Take a Dick Pic.

Denki angles his phone. “Okay, lighting is important—oh crap, bad angle—”

Tenya walks in.

Denki screams.

Tenya screams.

Denki fumbles the phone.

Tenya turns around so fast he almost trips. “KAMINARI, WHAT THE HELL?”

Denki is on the floor, crying. “BRO KNOCK FIRST.”

Tenya slams the door shut. They never speak of this. Ever.(Denki does not send the picture. He never recovers.)

Ko-fi / Masterlist

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[mikyapixie]

MY HERO

ACADEMIA ART

𝐏𝟏

[deardaichi]

for @beezerz <3 | event masterpost

you’re curled up on the couch with the tv on low, feet tucked beneath you and a blanket draped around your legs. the apartment still smells faintly like ocean air and sunscreen.

iida walks in from the hallway, his hair is damp, holding the aftersun cream like it’s something he needs to apologize for.

he hesitates a second before sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of you, tall even now, posture still impeccable despite the way his shoulders are visibly pink.

he holds up the bottle without looking at you. “…i think i miscalculated.”

you blink down at him, squinting. “oh no. how bad does it hurt?”

“tolerable,” he says, though he winces slightly as he adjusts. “but definitely not comfortable.”

you lean forward, brushing his hair away to get a better look. his shoulders are definitely sunburnt, and the edge of his back, too. the kind of red that means he’ll be grumbling about his shirt collar all week.

“i thought you re-applied.”

“i intended to,” he says. “but…you went to get your strawberry mojito, and i stayed with our things. and then…i may have fallen asleep.”

you pause. “i saw you sleeping. you looked so peaceful i didn’t want to wake you.”

“that was a grave tactical error.”

“i told you to keep reapplying.”

he groans softly, tilting forward a bit as you start to work the cream into his shoulders. “i had reapplied. just not enough, apparently.”

you hum, smoothing the cool cream over the worst of it. he tenses under your hands at first, then slowly eases into it, his breathing evening out with every pass of your palm.

the show keeps playing in the background — something neither of you are really watching. you move gently across his back, pressing lightly at the sore spots, the aloe scent drifting through the room.

after a while, he speaks, voice lower. “thank you. for letting me rest. and…for this.”

you smile, fingers stilling between his shoulders for a moment. “you’re welcome.”

he leans into your hand just a little. lets out a quiet breath like it’s the first full one he’s taken all evening.

“you can finish your show,” he says, not turning around. “i’ll just stay here. like this.”

you lean forward, kiss the back of his shoulder, and whisper, “fine. but next time — more sunscreen. no naps.”

he nods and stays exactly where he is.

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[dumpstyy]

All His

Tenya Ida x fem reader (aged up)

(SMUT not much plot 😭)

Wc- 2k+

Warnings - kinda rough s*x, Praise kink / slight dumbification, very slight choking, Overstimulation, Dacryphilia (crying during s*x), kinda size kink

Art by: @she.sofyee ❤️❤️

Being in a relationship with pro hero Tenya Iida meant learning his rhythms.

There were days when he came back from patrol silent but soft, his body worn down, his hands trembling from too much responsibility and not enough rest. On those days, you’d run him a bath, press warm food into his hands, kiss his temple and whisper that he was doing enough. He’d make love to you slow — reverent, like touching you was the only peace he knew how to hold onto.

But then… there were days like this.

Days where the world had pushed too hard. Where everything had gone wrong — an injury in the field, some reckless rookie under his supervision, a harsh word from an agency rep who didn’t understand what it meant to carry the weight of being a pro-hero.

He didn’t come home soft tonight. He came home silent. Jaw clenched. Gloves thrown off. Muscles tight like he was seconds away from breaking.

You didn’t ask. You just kissed him. You let him press you against the wall, let him grab at your waist, let his mouth crash into yours like he was trying to use you to breathe.

And now?

Your body’s slick, overstimulated and trembling, but he hasn’t stopped — not even for a second.

“You can take it,” he growls, voice low and ragged as his hips slam into you again. “You’re mine. You can take everything I give you.”

you’re laid bare beneath him on the silky sheets flushed, breathless, and entirely his. Your body glistens in the low light.

Above you, Tenya’s massive frame hovers broad shoulders and corded arms caging you in, his chest slick with sweat that drips onto your flushed skin. Every inch of him is hard, heat and muscle and the thick length of him disappearing inside you.

You nod, tearful and dazed, your pussy clenching around him, already throbbing from the last time he made you cum.

“Y-Yeah,” you gasp, voice breaking, “I can—I can—‘m yours, Tenya, I’m yours—”

Tenya’s gaze drinks you in like he’s starved, like every inch of you is something sacred. Your hair spills across the pillows, framing your delicate, fucked-out features. Glassy doe eyes, cheeks flushed and damp, lips kiss-swollen and trembling. You’re so small under him, trembling and glowing.

Your breasts rising with each panting breath, nipples hardened and glistening with his saliva, your waist tapering into full, perfect hips and a soft, round ass that his hands can’t help but linger on.

His thick cock thrusts into you, filling you again and again, your slick walls clinging desperately around him. The pace is unrelenting, his strength overwhelming — but it’s not rough, not careless. He’s obsessed. Gentle in the way his fingers curl around your throat, possessive in the way his mouth finds the sweet spot on your neck, leaving behind a bruise that says youre his.

You turn your face into the pillow to muffle the helpless sounds spilling out of you the whimpers that turn to cries, the gasps that threaten to echo through the walls of your home.

His name is a broken mantra on your lips, and still, he doesn’t stop can’t stop not when you look like this. So beautiful. So perfect. So completely his.

He notices the way your face turns into the pillow, your moans muffled, body trembling beneath him.

It only turns him on more.

His pace slows for just a moment, hips grinding deep as he leans down, voice hot and low against your ear.

“Don’t hide from me,” he whispers, breath brushing your skin. “Let me hear you.”

You whimper again, muffled by the pillow, and his hand moves, not roughly, but with purpose. He gently tilts your chin, guiding your face back to him, forcing you to look up. His eyes are dark, filled with hunger and reverence all at once.

“I want to hear you,” he says, more firmly this time. “All of it. Every sound you make… that’s mine.”

Then he thrusts into you again, harder now, deeper, and the pillow slips from your grip as a moan breaks free of your throat — raw and beautiful and loud.

He groans at the sound, like it fuels him.

“That’s it,” he breathes. “Don’t hold back. I want to know how good I make you feel.”

And in that moment, nothing else matters

Only him. Only you. Only this.

He doesn’t ease up.

In fact, he goes faster, merciless now, like he’s chasing something deep inside you with every sharp, powerful thrust. His grip tightens on your hips, keeping you in place as your back arches off the sheets, your moans growing higher, sweeter, more desperate.

His hand tightens just enough on your neck to tilt your chin higher, and before you can even gasp, his mouth crashes onto yours swallowing every broken moan, every desperate little cry that bubbles up as his hips pound up into you without mercy.

You whimper pathetically against his tongue, your hands scrabbling at his shoulders for something, anything to hold onto while he devours every sound you try to make.

When he finally rips his mouth from yours, a thin string of spit connects your swollen lips to his. His eyes burn down at you, chest heaving, hand still warm around your throat as he groans against your ear,

“Look at you… fuck— look at how perfect you are for me.”

Deep blue eyes locked on yours watching every twitch of your brows, every shiver that runs down your sweat-dampened body. He loves the way your pretty face crumbles with pleasure, the tears that spill over your lashes, trailing down your cheeks in soft, glistening lines.

“Look at me, Y/N.” he growls, voice thick with need.

Your body obeys before your brain can catch up, overwhelmed and melting under him.

“I-Iida!” you cry, breath hitching, voice a broken mess. “F-Feels… s’good—so good!”

Your words blur into a babble of praise and gasping whimpers, hiccupped moans and trembling confessions. His name spills from your lips over and over, slurred and half-formed as your mind slips further into pleasure. You’re not even trying to hide it anymore, your raw need, your devotion, your helplessness under him.

And Tenya drinks in every second like it’s his last.

“You sound so pretty,” he mutters, nearly undone himself. “God, you look so good like this… crying for me.”

He leans down again, lips brushing over your cheek, licking a tear from your skin like it’s sacred.

“You can take it, can’t you? Just a little more. Be good for me.”

Tenya can barely breathe himself.

Every time he thrusts into you, your tight, wet heat clenches around him like you were made for him like your body wants to keep him there. It’s overwhelming. Addictive. Every whimper you let out, every cry of his name, only pushes him closer to the edge.

You look like a dream beneath him — flushed, trembling, crying, your voice wrecked and full of him — and all he can think is: mine.

The way your body wraps around him so snugly, greedily, sends lightning up his spine. The wet sounds between you, the soft slap of skin on skin, the way your walls pulse with every thrust it’s all too much. Too perfect.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, jaw tight, completely ruined by the feeling of you. “You feel… incredible.”

His hand curls around your thigh, lifting it just slightly to get deeper, and when he hears your loud, gasping moan, it makes his hips stutter.

“God—you’re squeezing me so tight,” he groans, the muscles in his back flexing as he pounds into you, sweat dripping down his chest. “You feel so good I can’t think—”

He’s never felt this way. Not like this. You’re dragging everything out of him. every ounce of control, every thought, every breath. He’s burning with it, full of it. The pleasure, the emotion, the need to bury himself so deep inside you that there’s no space left for anything else.

“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, voice shaking as he presses his forehead to yours. “So fucking perfect for me.”

Every touch, every movement, every sound you make is branded into his brain. But right now, all he can think about is making you fall apart. He

feels how close you are, the way your walls pulse tighter, how your legs tremble against his sides. You’re right there teetering on the edge and he wants to be the one to push you over.

With a low grunt, he shifts — grabs you firmly beneath the thighs and presses your legs up, folding them toward your chest. The change in angle has your breath catching instantly, a sharp, desperate whine slipping past your kiss-bruised lips.

“There,” he breathes, his voice low and wrecked, eyes locked onto where you take him. “Right there, baby — I’ve got you.”

And he does.

He starts pounding into you, deep and unrelenting, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over again — your g-spot, the one that makes your eyes roll back and your whole body jolt like you’re being lit on fire from the inside out.

You can’t move. Can’t squirm away from it. Not with his strong hands pinning you in place and his body pressed so tight to yours.

He's chasing your breaking point with every deep, precise thrust. His grip tightens around your thighs, pinning you open as his hips slap against yours, the wet sound echoing under the soft whimpers spilling from your lips.

Your moans rise in pitch, your voice shaking. Your eyes squeeze shut, tears clinging to your lashes.

“I-It’s too much—” you gasp, even as your hips push back into him, desperate for more. “Tenya—please—”

Your body’s trembling, legs twitching under his grip, but you’re not trying to get away. If anything, your hips keep rocking forward,

chasing the pressure even as your voice shakes. He sees it, he feels it and leans down, lips brushing your cheek, voice low and steady.

“You can take it,” he murmurs, breath hot against your skin. “You’re doing so well. I know it’s a lot, but you can take it for me, can’t you?”

And in your dazed, overwhelmed state, all you can do is nod — wide, glossy brown eyes blinking up at him, completely undone, completely gone.

“Y-Yeah,” you whisper, the word trembling out of you like instinct. “I c-can— can take it—f’you…”

He’s watching everything the way your chest rises and falls, the way your lips tremble, the way you cling to him like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded.

The pressure is unbearable, mounting fast — your legs shaking, your hands gripping the sheets so tightly your knuckles go white. You’re close, and he knows it. He leans over you, voice low and urgent.

“You’re gonna cum for me?” he growls, never breaking rhythm. “Let me feel it. Show me, baby.”

Your head tilts back with a sob, the words tumbling out of you before you can stop them.

“I-I can’t—! It’s too good—Tenya, I—oh my god—!”

Your orgasm hits like a tidal wave, overwhelming and unstoppable. You scream his name, voice breaking as your body spasms, thighs shaking violently as you squeeze around him. You don’t even realize you’re crying again until he’s brushing a tear away with his thumb.

“That’s it,” he whispers. “Just like that… good girl.”

Your pussy clamps down around him, fluttering in tight, desperate pulses. And then you cream hot, wet, and uncontrollable, gushing around his cock, soaking his length, your thighs, the sheets beneath you.

“Fuck—!” he groans, watching it happen, his voice strained. “Look at that—shit, you’re making a mess all over me.”

Your slick drips down between your legs, everything hot and soaked, your cunt milking him in rhythmic waves, like your body doesn’t want to let him go. Your cries turn into hiccupped gasps as you twitch beneath him, overstimulated and shaking, tears still running freely down your cheeks.

And he can feel it all of it the way your pussy spasms around him, trying to pull him in deeper, tighter, begging for him to fill you.

“You’re unreal,” he growls, hips stuttering as your body keeps squeezing him. “fuck, baby—fuck—”

Your body is still pulsing beneath him — warm and trembling, thighs spread wide, pussy tight and soaked from your orgasm. You're not speaking, too dazed, too gone. Just holding him, arms looped around his neck, clinging with what little strength you have left.

And that—that is what finally pushes him over the edge.

“I-ah-I'm going to—” he chokes out, voice strained and low, almost reverent.

He doesn’t even try to pull out. He presses in deep all the way burying himself to the hilt as his body locks up.

And then he’s spilling into you, warm and thick, filling you completely. He groans deeply, his brow pressed to yours, breath ragged against your lips. His hands stay firm on your hips, holding you still as he pulses inside, every twitch of his cock sending another hot wave into your already-full cunt.

You gasp softly at the warmth, at the feeling of him coming inside — of your body taking him like it’s second nature.

“You’re—God, you’re perfect,” he murmurs, still trembling. “I needed this. Needed you.”

[kenzdolls]

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐈𝐃𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒:

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐢𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞��𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐢𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐱 𝐮𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐠𝐧! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦: @va-3

MEETING TENYA IIDA:

he probably already knows your name, quirk, and a brief summary of your academic record before actually meeting you. he did his research, okay? UA is prestigious!.

first interaction? most likely during orientation. he's making sure everyone is following the rules, and you're probably one of the few who actually are. instant respect.

if you're even slightly late to class, even by a minute, you'll get a polite but firm lecture about punctuality being a vital trait for a hero. he's not trying to be mean, he's trying to help.

introductions are formal. a deep bow, a clear enunciation of his name, and a summary of his goals as a hero. prepare for a handshake that means business.

he'll probably (and literally) run into you in the hallway, especially if you're rushing. a sincere apology is issued, accompanied by a lecture on the importance of being aware of your surroundings.

study sessions become a thing early on. not necessarily because he needs help, but because he's happy to provide it. be prepared to take very detailed notes.

if you ever defend him from bakugo's explosions or teasing, he will be eternally grateful. like, writing-you-a-thank-you-note grateful.

he respects your dedication to becoming a hero, and that's a major factor in him even noticing you beyond a classmate. he admires hard work and resolve.

TENYA CRUSHING ON YOU:

the crush hits him like a speeding engine. one moment he's focused on hero training, the next he's acutely aware of your presence.

he tries to analyze his feelings logically. he'll write down a list of your positive traits, comparing them to the qualities of an ideal hero. It's... endearing.

he'll attempt to be "casual" but fails spectacularly. expect stilted conversations, overly formal greetings, and maybe even a slight stutter.

he starts noticing the little things: the way you focus in class, the way you help others, your smile. he may even write these things down.

secretly, he admires your quirk. he's fascinated by its applications and effectiveness. he'll ask you about it, phrasing it as "research," but it's really just an excuse to talk to you.

he becomes fiercely protective of you during training exercises. he won't let you get hurt, even if it means risking himself.

if he sees you struggling with something (homework, a training technique), he'll be the first to offer assistance. expect a detailed explanation and hands-on guidance.

he will absolutely ask his brother, ingenium for advice (and get teased relentlessly). tensei probably gives him the worst, most cliche love advices ever.

he blushes so easily! a simple compliment from you can send his face into overdrive.

DATING TENYA IIDA:

the confession is direct and earnest. he'll lay out his feelings clearly, explain why he admires you, and ask you to consider being his partner. no beating around the bush.

dates are planned with military precision. expect a detailed itinerary, backup plans, and contingency measures for every possible scenario.

he's a gentleman. doors are opened, chairs are pulled out, and he always walks you home safely.

he takes your opinions and ideas very seriously. he values your input and will always consider your perspective.

PDA is kept to a minimum. maybe holding hands while walking, but anything more is reserved for private moments.

he loves studying with you. he finds it soothing and productive to hear your input on different topics

he's a surprisingly good listener. he genuinely cares about your thoughts and feelings, and he'll remember everything you tell him.

he will help you organize everything. your notes, your training schedule, your closet. it's his love language.

When you two have alone time, he relaxes a lot. the serious Tenya disappears and you get to see a goofy, loving side of him where he becomes more confident.

he likes learning from you. he always wants to improve as a hero and a human being so you teaching him things makes him happy.

he cherishes your relationship more than hero work sometimes, and he makes sure you know that.

he will write you letters instead of text, especially when he is away.

he loves giving you piggyback rides because of his engines. he will run you around everywhere, and he only stops when you ask him to stop.

he loves wearing matching outfits with you. they may not be the most fashionable, but he will love wearing them with you always!

© 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 —

[spooktora]

todoiida anyone?

[spicyseal]

All's Justice

[manias-wordcount]

Good day, fellow writer. I have once again found my way into your ask box with a request.

Could I get some Tenya Iida x fem reader with a bunny Quirk (she has bunny ears a little fluff tail and loves carrots) were Tenya finds out that her parents are emotionally abusing her because of her Quirk? (Like they view her as useless and openly show it to her.)

S/o being Verbally Abused by Parents HCs (Tenya Iida)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼. 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗶 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗴𝗼 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗼 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 (𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You’ve been dating for quite a while but Tenya always thought you being skittish and nervous was due to your quirk

After all, flinching when a voice is too loud because your ears are so sensitive just makes too much sense for him to think different

Like it never occurred to him that someone- let alone your parents- would mistreat you because???

Look at you?? You’re so sweet and cute and perfect??

So when the truth comes out, the dude is PISSED

Like Hero-Killer Arc Tenya comes out and he’s ready for action

Dark look on his face, looking up your family’s details and everything

However what actually ends up happening is him telling his family to prepare you a place to stay while acting as your bodyguard when you come to collect your items from your (now former) home

When you turn towards him, he’s still that ever-so-sweet and concerned boyfriend you fell in love with some time ago

But when your parents get too close, the look on his face turns deadly as they’ll soon enough realize what’s like to mess with the people he loves

[n1ght0f-nyx]

My hero academia boys asking you out pt 1

warnings/tags: cliffhanger, more fanon way of acting than canon ngl, i dont think there's other warnings other than that- feel free to dm me if you notice a common warning that could affect someone

characters: katsuki bakugo, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, tenya ida, Eijiro kirishima, denki kamanari

🔥 Katsuki Bakugou 🔥

Bakugo seemed more agitated than usual. He kept glancing in my direction, his eyes burning with an intensity that made my heart race. I tried to ignore it, focusing on the lesson, but it was like trying to ignore a blazing inferno in the middle of a snowstorm.

When the bell finally rang, I gathered my things and started to head out, hoping to make a quick escape before he could confront me. But as soon as I stepped into the hallway, I felt a firm hand on my shoulder. I turned around to find Bakugo standing there, his expression unreadable.

“Y/N, we need to talk,” he said, his voice gruff but lacking its usual edge.

“Uh, sure. What’s up?” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady despite the rapid beating of my heart.

He led me to a more secluded part of the school, away from prying eyes and ears. I could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating. He turned to face me, his eyes boring into mine with an intensity that made my knees weak.

“Look, I’m not good with this kind of stuff,” he began, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “But I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. More than I probably should.”

My breath caught in my throat. Was he really saying what I thought he was saying? I tried to keep my face neutral, but I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks.

“I like you, Y/N,” he said bluntly, his eyes never leaving mine. “I don’t do things halfway, and I’m not gonna start now. So, what do you say? Will you go out with me?”...

💚 Izuku Midoriya 💚

The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm orange glow over the UA High School grounds. It had been a long day of training, and I was ready to head back to the dorms when I heard a familiar voice call my name.

"Y/N, wait up!"

I turned around to see Izuku Midoriya, his messy green hair slightly tousled and his cheeks flushed from running. He caught up to me, panting a little but with that determined look in his eyes that I'd come to admire so much.

"Hey, Midoriya," I greeted him with a smile. "What's up?"

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "There's something I need to talk to you about. Do you have a minute?"

"Sure," I replied, curious about what had him so worked up.

We walked over to a bench near the training field and sat down. Izuku seemed nervous, fidgeting with his hands and avoiding eye contact. I waited patiently, giving him the time he needed to gather his thoughts.

"Y/N, we've been friends for a while now, right?" he began, finally looking at me. His green eyes were filled with sincerity and a hint of something else—something that made my heart skip a beat.

"Yeah, we have," I agreed, my curiosity growing.

"I-I really admire you," he stammered, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of red. "You're strong, kind, and always know how to make people smile. Being around you makes me want to be a better hero."

I felt a warm blush creep up my own cheeks at his words. "Thank you, Midoriya. That means a lot to me."

He took another deep breath, clearly trying to muster his courage. "What I'm trying to say is... I like you, Y/N. A lot. And I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me sometime?"...

🧊 shoto todoroki 🔥

I glanced across the bustling courtyard of U.A. High School, my heart doing a little flip when my eyes landed on Shoto Todoroki. His dual-colored hair was unmistakable, a vibrant mix of crimson and white, just like his enigmatic personality. I always found him intriguing, a blend of ice and fire, both literally and figuratively.

Today, he seemed different. He was standing a bit straighter, his eyes scanning the crowd as if he was searching for something—or someone. My pulse quickened as his gaze locked onto mine. For a moment, I considered looking away, but curiosity and something deeper held my attention.

"Y/N," he called out, his voice carrying over the chatter of our classmates. I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as he approached me. Todoroki was known for his calm and stoic demeanor, so seeing him a bit unsettled was surprising.

"Hey, Todoroki," I greeted, trying to sound casual despite the rapid beating of my heart. "What's up?"

He stood in front of me, his mismatched eyes intense and focused. "Can we talk?" he asked, his voice steady but with an undercurrent of emotion that made me wonder what was going on.

"Of course," I replied, nodding. "What's on your mind?"

Todoroki took a deep breath, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. "I've been meaning to tell you something," he began, his gaze unwavering. "I've realized that I have feelings for you, Y/N. And I was wondering if you would go out with me."

🗣️ tenya Iida 👔

I had always admired Tenya Iida from afar. His dedication, his sense of justice, and his unwavering commitment to his classmates were qualities I deeply respected. But today, something was different. I noticed him glancing my way more often than usual, and there was a nervous energy about him that I hadn't seen before.

The school day passed in a blur, my mind preoccupied with thoughts of Tenya. Finally, after our last class, I headed towards my locker, only to find him standing there, waiting for me. His usually stern face softened as our eyes met.

"Y/N," he began, his voice uncharacteristically shaky. "Could I speak with you for a moment?"

"Of course, Tenya," I replied, trying to keep my own nerves in check. "What's up?"

He took a deep breath, his eyes searching mine for a moment before he continued. "I've been meaning to tell you something for a while now. I admire your strength, your kindness, and your dedication. You inspire me in ways I can't quite put into words."

I felt my cheeks heat up at his unexpected praise, but I nodded for him to continue.

"I... I have feelings for you, Y/N," he confessed, his voice steadying as he spoke. "And I was wondering if you would do me the honor of going out with me."

🗿 Eijiro Kirishima 🗿

It was a bright and sunny afternoon, the kind that made everything feel a little bit more hopeful. The UA High School campus was bustling with students, everyone going about their business, but my mind was focused on something—or rather, someone—else entirely. Eijiro Kirishima.

I had known Kirishima since we started at UA, and over time, my admiration for him grew into something deeper. His unwavering spirit, his kindness, and his infectious smile had a way of making my heart race. Today, though, something seemed different about him. There was a nervous energy in his usually confident demeanor.

We were in the courtyard, taking a break from training. Kirishima approached me with that wide, toothy grin of his, but there was a hint of something more in his eyes.

"Hey, Y/N," he began, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. "Can we talk for a sec?"

"Sure, what's up?" I replied, trying to keep my own nerves in check.

He led me to a quieter spot under one of the large oak trees that dotted the campus. The shade provided a nice respite from the sun, but it didn't do much to calm the fluttering in my chest.

Kirishima took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto mine with a seriousness I rarely saw in him. "Y/N, I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, and I just... I need to tell you something."

I felt my heart skip a beat. Was this really happening?

"I really like you," he confessed, his cheeks turning a shade of pink that rivaled his hair. "Like, a lot. You're amazing, and I've been wanting to tell you for a long time, but I didn't know how. I guess what I'm trying to say is... Would you go out with me?"

⚡️ denki kamanari ⚡️

I had just finished my last class of the day, my mind still buzzing with the day’s lessons. As I walked down the hallway, I saw Denki Kaminari leaning casually against a locker, his usual grin plastered across his face. He saw me and straightened up, a spark of nervous energy in his eyes that I hadn't seen before.

“Hey, Y/N!” he called out, waving enthusiastically. I couldn’t help but smile back. Denki had always been a ball of energy, lighting up any room he entered.

“Hey, Denki! What’s up?” I asked as I approached him.

He rubbed the back of his neck, a sure sign that he was nervous. “So, um, I was wondering if you have any plans this weekend?”

I tilted my head, curious. “Not really. Why do you ask?”

His cheeks flushed slightly, and he took a deep breath. “Well, I was thinking... maybe we could go out sometime? Like, on a date?”

[all-all-might]

Chapter 247 | Status Report!

[leon-hamato-100]

💙🧡

Fukc you- *Ships a rare-pair that I cannot find commonly on anything*

[blairxbear]

How they react to your praise during sex...

UA Part 1 / UA Part 2 / Pro Heroes / Villains

How would they react to your sweet words of praise during an intimate moment? All characters are aged up.

Featuring Aged Up: Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Tenya Ida, Denki Kaminari, Mirio Togata, Hanta Sero, Koji Koda, Mashirao Ojiro

Izuku Midoriya

Izuku lives for praise—it completely breaks him in the best way.

He’s so eager to please that the moment you moan "You feel so good, Izuku," he shudders and starts thrusting deeper.

He becomes desperate to hear more, getting lost in your voice.

If you whisper, "You're perfect," he groans and loses all restraint.

Izuku is panting against your skin, his fingers digging into your hips as he thrusts into you, slow but deep.

"Am I…" his voice shakes. "Am I making you feel good?"

You cup his cheek, brushing your lips over his jaw. "Izuku, you feel so good. You’re perfect."

His hips stutter. His hands tighten.

"F-fuck," he whimpers.

Your lips brush against his ear. "You’re incredible, Izuku. I love the way you make me feel."

He groans, trembles, and suddenly snaps his hips forward—harder, faster, completely wrecked.

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto pretends to be unaffected, but the second you moan "You feel so good, Shoto," his hips stutter.

His body temperature spikes when you praise him.

If you whisper "I love the way you touch me," he physically trembles.

The moment he hears you tell him "You’re amazing," he completely loses control.

Shoto’s jaw clenched, his breath hot against your skin as he tried to keep his composure.

"You feel so good, baby," you whispered.

His hips jerked.

You smirked. So that’s what gets him.

"You’re amazing, Shoto," you moaned.

His whole body shivered. His grip tightened on your hips, and suddenly—

His rhythm snapped, his movements desperate, uncontrolled.

"You… you shouldn’t say things like that," he gasped, burying himself deeper, trembling as you praised him again.

Tenya Iida

Tenya takes sex seriously—he treats it like a task that must be executed perfectly.

If you praise him, he takes it as a personal challenge to do even better.

When you say "You’re so strong, Tenya," he groans loudly and grips you tighter.

If you call him "perfect," he immediately speeds up, desperate to prove you right.

Tenya was already panting, his body glistening with sweat as he pounded into you with perfect, rhythmic thrusts.

"God," you moaned, digging your nails into his back. "You're so strong, Tenya."

His hips snapped forward harder.

"I—" His breath hitched. "I want to be perfect for you—"

"You are perfect," you whispered.

A deep growl rumbled from his chest, and suddenly—

He wrapped your legs around his waist, lifted you slightly, and slammed into you deeper, faster, harder— his need to please you overriding all sense of control.

Denki Kaminari

Denki actively asks for praise. "Tell me how good I am, baby—please."

The moment you say something like "God, you feel so good, Denki," he immediately moans and almost short-circuits.

If you call him "a good boy," he will literally whimper.

Denki’s lips were hot against your skin, his thrusts erratic, desperate.

"F-fuck," he gasped. "You—god, you feel so good, baby."

"You do too," you whispered, brushing your lips over his ear. "You’re so good, Denki. So perfect."

His whole body shuddered. His hands tightened on your hips.

"Shit," he moaned, burying his face in your neck.

"You’re my good boy," you murmured.

Denki whimpered.

A low, broken groan escaped him, and suddenly he was grinding into you harder, deeper, completely wrecked by your words.

Mirio Togata

Mirio is already confident, but praise just fuels him even more.

If you say "No one’s ever made me feel this good before," he grins and pounds into you harder.

If you moan "I love your cock, Mirio," he completely loses it.

Mirio’s grin was cocky, but his eyes were dark with hunger.

"You feel amazing," you moaned.

"Yeah?" he smirked, thrusting deeper.

You clawed at his back. "So good, Mirio—no one’s ever made me feel like this."

His smirk faltered—his pupils blown wide.

"Shit," he whispered, snapping his hips forward harder.

He grabbed your thighs, lifting them higher, hitting deeper— desperate to hear you say it again.

Hanta Sero

Sero is casual about sex at first—but the moment you start praising him, he completely loses it.

If you whisper "You feel so big inside me," he groans and grips your thighs tighter.

"You’re so good at this," you murmured.

Sero choked on a breath.

You smirked. "You feel so big inside me, baby."

His hips snapped forward—harder, deeper.

"F-fuck," he gasped.

"You stretch me out so well, Hanta."

He groaned loudly, his rhythm breaking entirely as he buried himself deeper, completely lost in your words.

Koji Koda

Koda is naturally gentle, but if you praise him, he gets deeply emotional and intense.

If you say "You make me feel so safe," he groans softly and buries his face in your neck.

"You make me feel so safe, Koji," you whispered.

Koji shuddered, his grip tightening as he slowly thrust deeper.

"Y-you mean that?"

You kissed his jaw. "More than anything."

A low, deep groan rumbled from his chest, and suddenly—

His pace changed—deeper, more deliberate, as if determined to show you just how much he adored you.

Mashirao Ojiro

Ojiro loves being strong for you, and the moment you mention it, he gets possessive.

If you whisper "You’re so strong, Ojiro," he grabs you harder and loses all control.

"You’re so strong," you murmured, trailing kisses down his jaw.

Ojiro growled softly, his tail wrapping around your thigh.

"Say it again."

"You’re so—"

He lifted you effortlessly, pinning you to the bed, his hips snapping forward, his muscles tense with need.

Ko-fi / Masterlist

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[mikyapixie]

Pro Hero Character Visuals

My Hero Academia Vigilantes Anime

Scheduled for April 7, 2025!

[ashthesalamipiece]

Can you write lida x izuku twin sister!reader who has a bird quirk?

Wingbeats and Engine Hearts

A/n, working on an extended version!

It was hard to sneak up on you — which Iida learned the very hard way after nearly getting smacked in the face by a startled wing.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” you gasped, drawing your wings back fast. They fluttered with a little rush of air, gold-tipped and sleek against your back.

Iida stood there stiff as a board, glasses slightly crooked, the papers he’d been holding now scattered across the training grounds.

“N-NO APOLOGIES NECESSARY!!” he blurted, voice about three decibels too loud. “I—I should have announced myself more properly! I forgot your avian quirk gives you reflexes attuned to sudden sound and motion—AH!”

One of your feathers drifted down and landed on his nose. You snorted.

“You’re lucky I didn’t slam you into the wall,” you teased, brushing it off with a light touch. “I thought you were Kaminari again trying to steal a snack.”

Iida blinked rapidly. “...He does seem to have an unfortunate habit of ambushing people.”

You gave a half shrug, half wing-flap, stretching just enough to get the tension out of your shoulders. Your wings shimmered faintly in the light — pale feathers shifting with small movements. “It’s a bird thing,” you said, smirking. “Always gotta be alert.”

Iida nodded seriously. “Your awareness is truly admirable. You and Midoriya both have incredible perception, but yours is more... instinctual. Impressive. Very impressive.”

You tilted your head. “Are you complimenting me, Tenya?”

His face went crimson. “I—YES. I—I MEAN. I—ONLY IF IT IS WELCOME—WHICH—I ASSUME—”

You stepped in closer, and one of your feathers lightly brushed his arm — soft and deliberate.

“It is,” you said gently.

His breath caught.

There was a moment of pure stillness. Iida, usually so energetic and mechanical in movement, was frozen — watching you like he wasn’t sure if he was dreaming or about to short-circuit. The wind caught a few feathers from your wings and swirled them between you like lazy snowflakes.

“I... admire your discipline,” you added. “And your heart. You’re very kind. And loud. But the good kind of loud.”

He let out a laugh — startled, but warm. “I... I’ve never been described that way before.”

You smirked. “You get used to it. People don’t usually describe me as someone who preens on rooftops either.”

He adjusted his glasses nervously, then offered his arm — awkwardly at first, like he’d rehearsed this moment in a mirror and still wasn’t sure if he was doing it right.

“Would you... like to go for a walk?” he asked, voice hopeful but formal. “I could use the air. And the company. Yours, specifically.”

You smiled.

“Only if you don’t mind me flying part of the way,” you said, already giving your wings a gentle test-flap.

“I insist,” he replied, eyes shining. “You were born to fly. I’ll do my best to keep up.”

---

Bonus concept (because I’m obsessed):

He builds you a perch in the corner of his dorm room because you like being up high when you think.

You teach him how to feel the wind patterns with his palm like you do with your wings.

He helps oil your feathers with delicate, meticulous care.

You tease that he has “hawk eyes” when he focuses — and he gets flustered every time.

[space2wanders]

HiHappy Mother’s Day from MHA

[lykillofasgard]

Yeah, that happens when you don't have your glasses on.