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Fenk8- Denki Kaminari x Male Reader

After hours of having to rewrite this piece, another half hour of tumblr simply not co-operating, and a few minutes of needing to convince myself that my piece wasn’t trash... I present to you my submission to the BNHA Server Collab. Our prompt was plain and simple, Pen Pals.

Pairing: Kaminari Denki/ Male Reader

Rating: E for Explicit. And C for Crackhead Energy

Kinks: Cyber Sex, Semi-Anonymous Sex, Penpal Sex, Dom!Denki, Daddy Kink, Premature Ejaculation, Cum Eating Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Flexibility, Dumbasses in love

Word Count: 2930

QUICK NOTE BECAUSE I AM A DUMBASS- Paladin is our boy Icyhot... dumbass needed a real Hero name and in a fic I enjoy that is the one he chose. And Flashpoint is our favourite boy Touya Todoroki AKA Dabi. I made him a damn hero because baby deserves it.

His username had been Fenk8, of which you weren't certain why. The penpal website was known for people seeking out more adult interactions, but you hadn't been looking for that. Not at first, really. Charming messages such as, "Hey sweet thing" and "If we were the alphabet I'd put U and I together" changed that slightly. The message that made you laugh the most had been the U and I joke. Corny pickup lines were the way into your heart. Of course you had to respond with your own corny pickup line, "Did you just shock me, or was it your electric personality?" Of course he freaked out a little at that, which you didn't understand. Fenk8 got a little wiggy when anything mentioning electric personalities was brought up. So you tried to avoid it. But you couldn’t help that he sparked your interest.

>>Hey sweetness. Birthday cake can be any flavour. But birthday cake is a flavour

>>What is up, hot stuff? The opposite of waterfall is firefly.

>>My sugarcube, the oldest person alive was born with an entirely different set of humans around.

>>Technichally… if we made everything legal the crime rate would be zero. I'M JUST SAYING!

>>Woah, sunshine… if we can't see air… can fish see water?

>>Orange is the only colour you can taste. I'm just saying.

Every conversation started with something random. Something that had you scratching your head, or made your eyes go wide because holy fuck he wasn't wrong. It was chaotic, but you loved it. He also tried out different pet names most of the time. Your favourite was Sugarcube. It was cute and different. You loved talking with him, it was like talking to your best friend. Only you didn't know your best friend's name, or what he looked like. Or what he did for a living. But Fenk8 was your best friend, nonetheless. The friend that had the nerve to ask you who put the alphabet in alphabetical order. But still your best friend. Days of talking turned into weeks. Weeks into months. The two of you had yet to share photos of yourselves yet, and that was fine. He sent you pictures of dogs he saw on walks, of beautiful flowers, and occasionally the most beautiful sunrises. He worked strange hours, often all over Tokyo and surrounding cities. But it just meant you never got the same scenery twice. Once he had been in the same area as you, sent photos of the bakery you worked at. He didn’t know you worked there, just sent a picture of a little pastry you had made. Said it reminded him of you. That same day Chargebolt had come in and bought one of your pastries. The two of you were excited for different reasons that  day. Him because he found out that you made pastries, you because your favourite hero had bought something you made and even came up after and said it was delicious. You hadn't told him about that, you did tell him that you had a small obsession with the electric pro hero. Your potential friend(?) didn't need to know that your favourite sleepwear was an oversized t-shirt from the very first line of Chargebolt merch.

>>Hey sweetheart! Saw the cutest little dog today, thought you would love him as much as I did. His name was Chowchan!

>>How was your day??? I hope you didn't work too hard! I've missed talkin' to ya. Sorry I've been so busy, sweetcheeks.

Attached to his messages was a picture of the most obnoxiously fluffy Chowchow curled into a ball at the feet of… holy fuck was that Pro-Hero Dauntless!? Fenk8 got that close to the Number One hero, got a picture of his dog, and it looked like they were having a casual conversation based on the flush covering Dauntless' cheeks and the adorable pikachu bag you knew belonged to Fenk8 sitting beside him. Just what did Fenk8 do for work that he was chummy with a pro!? Reporter? Maybe he was a PR agent? Or a personal assistant? The last two would make a lot of sense, given that he travelled a lot for work.

<<OH MY FUCKING GODS FENK8. YOU GOT SUCH A CUTE PICTURE OF CHOWCHAN! 

<<you even got Dauntless out of his hero gear, sitting still… a god. You're a god.

After a few moments of silence, your phone dinged with another notification.

>>I guess Dauntless is your favourite pro then? Makes sense, he is pretty hot.

<<No? Chargebolt is my favourite. He's been to my bakery a few times, compliments my pastries. Sure, his quirk has a pretty big drawback… but over the years he has really gotten good at controlling his output. Did you see his most recent thwart of a bank robbery!? He got the emergency backups back up and running using his quirk! And when he let himself be the backup generator for the children's hospital last winter…

<<Sorry… rambling. I just… Chargebolt is the best. Some are born for greatness, others have to work for it. He works for it. He said my Lemon Puffs are his favourite, which is good because he inspired them. The popping candy in the dough represents static electricity! I can't believe that Chargebolt likes my sweets… sorry. I'm sure you don't want to talk about pros.

>>Honestly, reading you so passionate is amazing. I can't believe that someone would be so vocally passionate about a hero only in the top fifty. Ground Zero, Dauntless, Flashpoint, Paladin… even Uravity and Froppy. I hear so much about them. But never someone so excited about Chargebolt. 

<<He is an amazing hero. I watched his first Sports Festival… all of his Sports Festivals really. I really love him as a hero. But ue never does press events, not like the top ten. And I work when he does patrols. So I've never interacted with him outside of work… but man what I wouldn't give to meet the man. I'm sure you have a favourite pro?

>>Honestly, I do. Red Riot is one of my favourites. Ever heard him sing Karaoke? I'll have to send you a video I have of it. Guy goes all out. 

<<Red Riot is pretty cool. But Chargebolt will always be my favourite. 

How had you gone off on a full rant about a pro hero? Especially to your internet friend. He was going to think you are such a weirdo now. But apparently he didn't, because he requested a faceless video call for that night. Something about needing to get off, and hoping you would help. Sure, he was a little more smooth than that, but all you cared about was actually getting to see part of Fenk8. You two had only done something similar once, and it had been through text alone. Now you got to attach a voice and a faceless body to Fenk8. You only hoped you still found him sexually attractive after this. What if he was too muscular, like Red Riot. Or covered in deep scarring like Flashpoint. Not that you didn't find them attractive, but with Chargebolt as the man in your fantasies anyone else would pale. He was your number one fantasy, could you really be blamed though? It didn't occur to you that Fenk8 could be a creepy old man, or a murderer or something. Surely the man who seemed chummy with Dauntless couldn't have even an evil bone in his body. Dauntless was too pure to be friends with someone who was genuinely bad.

So when the evening rolled around you found yourself in just an oversized fleece sweater and a pair of black boxer briefs. Your already straining erection begging to be touched as you looked over the thin yet very toned torso before you. Fenk8 was built just like you imagined Chargebolt would be. Lean and just toned enough to show he worked out. You noticed a faint glimmer in his nipples, holy fuck Fenk8 had them pierced! A tiny barbell in each dusky nipple, catching the light just right every time he moved. Below that was a navel piercing, man did he have a lot of piercings apparently. Because he had mentioned his tongue, and webbing in an earlier message you guys had shared.

"Like what you see, Sugarcube?" You could hear the smirk in his words. And the chuckle he made when you whimpered an affirmative was divine. "Why don't you take that sweater off, I had a long day at work and watching my Sugarcube stroke himself would really make my day." The man already stroking himself. A nice thick cock in his hand, nestled nicely beneath a cute nest of blond curls. Faintly you wondered if you would ever get to sit on it, positive that it would be a perfect stretch. Quick to comply you pulled the sweater over your head and let him see your chest in its entirety. A deep blush staining your chest, lower lip pulled between your teeth. Removing your underwear took a little more courage, your member was not as nice to look at as Fenk8's. You would call Fenk8's cock attractive. Thick, long, nicely curved. You would probably call yours cute. It was smaller than his, and looked smaller beneath your curls that were a little darker than the rest of your hair.

"That's a good boy. Now why don't you stroke yourself for Daddy. Let me hear you whine and whimper for my cock to stretch you out." You imagined a wicked smile on his face as he spoke. Eyes locked on the cock in his hands, mouth falling open when you finally noticed the glimmering bits of metal. A three piece bottom ladder, a two piece scrotum ladder, his lorem, a King’s Crown and an Albert. Eight piercings in his dick alone. Was there anywhere he didn't have pierced?! 

"Y-yes, Daddy." Finally spoken as you wrapped a hand daintily around your length and began to softly stroke. A soft whimper ringing out before you could stop it. You had been pent up all day, ever since the message he sent asking for this call. Already your body threatened to betray you and make Fenk8 think you were some pathetic virgin. Which you weren't! And even if you were… it was no one's business.

"F-fuck!" You whined out and tensed as you came. Embarassed that you finished so quickly. But it wasn't entirely your fault. Fenk8 got you so worked up earlier. White ropes splattering your chest and stomach as you tried to hide your face from him while slowly slumping down.

"That was so hot baby. A few strokes and you're already cumming for Daddy. I'm so proud of you for wanting to make me happy. Want your reward, Sugarcube?" His voice was thickened, dripping like honey as he spoke to you. Opening your eyes you saw his hand lazily stroking over his length while the other reached toward the camera to adjust it. Raising it and- HOLY FUCK. Fenk8 is Chargebolt.

"Hey, Sugarcube. Heard you have a favourite pro." His charming smile on full display, the hand that had adjusted the camera shooting you a finger gun. Your eyes went wide and he licked over his lips. That tongue piercing you dreamed of, the one positioned a little off to the left, darting out and teasing you. The blond kept amber eyes locked on your frame while keeping the slight motion of him playing with his dick.

Never once did you think that Chargebolt would be a dominant. Or have a daddy kink. Nor did you think he would ever call you cumming in less than thirty seconds hot. Yet here he was with a straining erection, his plush tip glistening with pre, demanding you call him Daddy. Honestly, you had never been more aroused either. "Ch-char… holy fuck." Your own words stammered and stuck in your throat. The blond chuckling warmly as you seemed awestruck.

"Don't be like that, Sugarcube. Your mouth has better uses. Clean yourself up. Scoop all that cum into your cute little mouth. Show Daddy how badly you want his cum." Instructions you quickly followed. Two fingers sliding through the mess on your belly and bringing it to your waiting mouth. Lewdly moaning to make sure your dream man had the best show in the world. You wanted him to never end this, and if happily eating your own cum was what he wanted… it was what he would get. Your tongue pushing apart your fingers to clean between them before you repeated the action. Another scoop of your own cum dancing on your tongue. Fuck, were you already getting hard again? You supposed that was the best part of cumming so quickly anytime you got into it, you were always ready to go again real soon. Apparently he noticed you growing hard too, because your next instructions followed not long after.

"Sugar cube, you're going to cum directly into your own mouth this time. Lay on your shoulders, and bend those pretty legs over to rest at your head. Use the wall to help support you if you need to. I just wanna watch you get all cute and cum drunk on your own cum. Can you do that for Daddy?” His instructions weren’t hard in theory. But actually maneuvering your body to make it work was actually kind of hard to do. But after a few minutes, and comments from the man about how juicy your ass looked, you managed to get the position perfect. Your tight asshole on display as well, but Chargebolt wasn’t looking for that yet. He wanted you to eat your own cum. Tentatively you began to stroke your length again, at least you would last longer than thirty seconds this time. You hoped so at least. It would be pretty fucking embarassing if you only lasted less than a minute again. You might as well just end the call, move away from Japan, change your name., and start a new life as a Norwegian sheep farmer or something if that happened. Premature ejaculation wasn’t cute, no one would want you if they knew you only lasted a few seconds. Your soft moans filled the air, and you felt something bubbling in your stomach. Only a few strokes in and already you were getting closer by the second. 

“Cum for me, Sugarcube. Open your mouth and cum on that pretty tongue of yours for Daddy. I love how quickly you cum. I can already hear how needy you are. Just like last time, you get so pink when you need to cum. And look at all your precum dripping onto your pretty lips. Perfect lips for wrapping around Daddy’s cock. Cum for Daddy so he can cum too.” Honeyed words low and sultry. If you opened your eyes you would see his hand flying furiously over his length. The blond trying to cum at the same time you did. But he wouldn't get there before you did, already you were spilling down into your waiting mouth. Groaning at the slightly sweet taste blossoming over your tastebuds. Legs collapsing by your head, your body almost falling off the bed as you tried to right yourself again. 

It was amazing the sight you saw. The blond man, basically a twink in his own right, completely debauched. Chest covered in his own spunk, a dazed look on his face, both thumbs sticking up as he blinked a few times as his only response to you asking if he was alright. Did he always overcharge when he came? Was this normal for him? Part of you wanted to try and contact someone to check on him, but the better part of you knew to just give him a few minutes to recover. Grabbing a tissue from your bedside table and cleaning your chest off slowly, keeping an eye on the man filling your laptop screen. Making sure he didn’t like, die or something. Could you die from cumming to hard? Was it possible for his quirk to completely fry his brain? But then you heard him say something other than whey. At least he wasn’t brain dead. That was good.

“Denki. S’my name. Use it… Kaminari Denki.” Words slightly slurred, but clearly understandable. He was giving you open permission to not only use his name… But his given name. Holy fuck. Of course you whispered back your own name. Letting him know he was free to use yours. The two of you had a good connection, and continued this on for a while longer.

BONUS

“So… Denks. Why the ever loving fuck did you choose Fenk8?” It was Kirishima that asked that while you all lounged on your couch. The entire squad knew how you and Danki got together, apparently he never shut up about you in the beginning. Always mentioning the really cool baker guy that made the best sweets. It was actually Bakugou that stole Denki’s phone and made the request for the video call that night. Tired of hearing the electric blond complaining over how awesome you were.“Heh… Funny story. It was supposed to be Denk8, but I misspelt it while signing up and didn’t notice. Cn’t change your username, even if you’re a pro apparently. If you said it out loud it was supposed to sound like my name. The 8 was for my di-” Cut off by a pillow thrown at him by Hanta while Mina died laughing. You even couldn’t help the laughter as you heard what was shouted through the pillow over his mouth. “-CK PIERCINGS! BECAUSE I HAVE ONE FOR EACH INCH OF MY COCK!”

[vampcubus]

Here he is~ my wife, @my-bnha-things‘ moth boy, Hozuki Yamamayu!! He has a leopard moth quirk and he’s an absolute sweetheart! Not to mention he’s got better style and makeup than me holy shit. SO MUCH FUN TO DRAW TOO <333

[arvandus]

New Beginnings - Toshinori x GN!Reader

So, this is my contribution to the BNHA Harem server collab for New Year’s Eve.  It was supposed to be a drabble.  It is not. It has turned into a short oneshot.  I regret nothing.

Warnings: Angst, fluff... my usual MO. That’s about it.

Word Count: 2655

Recommended Song: Can’t Help Falling In Love - LIGHT by Tommee Proffitt, ft. Brooke

Art done by me

The ballroom was loud. Too loud, filled with the raucous laughter and chattering of drunken adults finally letting loose after a particularly difficult year.  Between the multiple villain attacks, kidnapping, All Might losing his powers… A night filled with celebration was desperately needed to say farewell to the painful past and look optimistically toward the future.  Glittery decorations adorned the tables, the walls, the banisters.  Nearly every staff member was present, no one willing to miss out on a chance to unwind with friends at the employer’s expense. It was a formal affair, with teachers hanging up their hero uniforms in favor of suits and ties, dresses and heels.

And of course, among the throngs of people, Toshinori was there, his blonde, wild hair sticking out like a sore thumb.  He was handsome tonight, donning a navy blue suit that was specially tailored for him, accentuating his leanness from the shape of his shoulders to the small of his waist. A white dress shirt with a black tie was paired with it, finished with shining black leather shoes. You were grateful he opted for a sleeker look instead of his yellow pinstripe suit; no doubt Midnight might have had a say in his wardrobe choices for this evening.  Overall, he cleaned up impressively well compared to his usual baggy attire, despite the ever-present slouch in his posture. You tried not to stare at him, but it was impossible.

He had caught you staring, of course, hesitating for a moment before flashing you a smile and a wave. You offered an awkward wave of your own, your smile barely reaching your eyes before you turned away from him, your heart pounding painfully.  The smile he’d given you was friendly, genuine… but it cloaked more complex feelings beneath it, feelings you didn’t want to decipher after your last conversation with him.  A part of you didn’t want his kindness, not after his rejection. If anything, you wished he’d ignore you, pretend you didn’t exist.  It would make the letting go easier, give the pain some place to go so you didn’t feel like you were drowning.  After all, it was his kindness and his smiles, the private conversations, the lunch dates… all those little things that had you thinking that there was something there, a foundation to build upon.

How wrong you were.

Now, all of his smiles and kind words only made the ache worse, filling your heart up with confusion and making it heavy in a way that weighed on your spirit.  You were tired.  Tired of carrying that weight around.  Tired of replaying the conversation over and over in your head, in a vain attempt at figuring out how you could have been so incredibly mistaken.

As the night wore on, you tried to ignore him, to enjoy the evening and not let your heartache get the better of you.  You had told yourself that you would come, that you would set aside your feelings and celebrate with those who felt like family, instead of wallowing alone at home by yourself.

It was impossible.  No matter how hard you tried, your eyes kept searching for him, kept finding his messy mop of blonde hair poking out in the crowd, kept hearing his deep voice resonating throughout the room as he laughed. You could feel your emotions roiling like a geyser behind your lips, and you were afraid that it’d explode, words falling out of your mouth to land at his feet where everyone could see.  Even worse, it was New Year’s Eve. You knew that once the countdown hit zero, kisses would be shared and none of them would be for you.  And if for some reason Toshinori had affections for a different teacher, you certainly didn’t want to be there to see it.

It wasn’t long before you were sneaking up the stairs, following the stairwell up to the rooftop in an attempt to escape the sight of him, hoping the distance would quell your fractured heart.  What were you thinking?  Why did you even bother to come?

Cold winter air met you as you opened the door to the roof.  Stars twinkled through the light pollution in the absence of winter clouds as the crosshatched glimmer of the city could be seen below.  Thankfully, the roof wasn’t covered in snow, the weather unusually forgiving this year.  You sat down on the rooftop with your knees drawn up to you as an icy breeze washed over you. It stung your eyes, tickled your nose, wicking the moisture from your lips. But it was nice.  You inhaled the cold air deep into your lungs, letting it numb you. You needed this, to feel the outside world around you and let the cold snap you out of your mind a little bit.

You weren’t sure how long you sat out there… perhaps minutes, or maybe an hour. Time seemed to lose its meaning while the sound of merriment could be heard from below, drifting up from the windows.   You knew you should head back down at some point… you had friends that would be looking for you the closer it got to midnight.  But each time you began to will yourself to stand up, your body refused, stubbornly rooting you to your spot.  Your fingers, nose, and ears began to feel numb, your body beginning to shiver… but still you sat, staring out at the city lights.

You really didn’t want to face him again.  God, you were such a coward.  You frowned as you wrapped your arms around yourself, the action just as much for comfort as it was for warmth.

“So, this is where you’re hiding…”

You jumped at the intrusion, your heart pounding in your chest as you twisted around to see Toshinori approaching you, his hands in the pockets of his slacks.  A gust of wind whirled the jacket of his suit around, making the fabric pull against him as if it were trying to make its escape.  It only accentuated his leanness, and you felt your heart constrict painfully.  You looked away, your eyes once again staring out at the city lights below.  A second gust whipped through and you wrapped your arms tighter around yourself as goosebumps covered your skin.  You clenched your jaw to try to keep your teeth from chattering.

“I’m not hiding.” You replied.  “I just needed a break, that’s all.”

You could hear his footsteps approach you, and your mind screamed no even as your heart pounded in excitement.  A moment later, the soft, silky interior of a blazer fell over your shoulders. The warmth of it soaked into you instantly, and the clean smell of Toshinori’s cologne kissed your nose.

“You didn’t have to do that…” you said quietly, even as your hands clasped at it, pulling it against you.

“I wanted to.” He replied.

You could see him sit down next to you out of the corner of your eye.  His proximity was close enough to make your heart race, but far away enough to feel the emptiness between you two.  Another winter gust pushed his hair back and whirled his black tie around him.

“What about you? Won’t you be cold?” you asked.

He gave a soft smile as he stared out at the city.  “I’ll be fine.  I’m not as fragile as I look, you know…”

Your eyes took in his profile.  The sunken cheeks, the hollowed eyes framed in dark circles… he looked perpetually exhausted.  And yet, everything about his was so familiar, so… comfortable.  The shape of his mouth and the way it curved when he smiled, the cut of his sharp jaw, the blue of his eyes, still young in spirit yet framed in years of experience.  You wanted to run your fingers through his hair, to put your head on his shoulder and interlock your fingers with his.

Instead, you pulled his coat tighter around yourself, wishing it were his arms instead. This was torture. It was everything you wanted to avoid and then some.  The geyser you’d managed to quell earlier bubbled again, angry and hot.  You stared back out at the city in an attempt to cool it.

“Why are you here?” you asked.

“I… feel like we should talk.” He replied, his arms propped up on his knees.

“There’s nothing to talk about.  I told you how I felt and you turned me down.  Seems pretty cut and dry to me.” You commented.

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

His words stung you, driving the nail deeper into the coffin.  You could feel the lump forming in your throat and you swallowed against it. You didn’t want to be here, to hear his apologies, to see the guilt in his eyes as he tried to explain why.  You didn’t want to know why. What mattered was that he didn’t want you.  You stood up and began removing his jacket from your shoulders.

“It’s fine.” You replied, as you dropped the fabric into his lap.  He stared up at you bewildered, but you refused to look at him.  “I’ll be fine.  You don’t have to feel guilty.  I just need some time is all.”  You began to walk away from him.

The sound of a chorus of voices from below could be heard faintly, carried by the wind.

‘Ten! Nine! Eight!’

Did the time really pass that quickly? What a way to start the new year, you thought bitterly.

Toshinori was up in an instant, his coat falling to the ground.  Long fingers wrapped around your wrist halting your escape, his grip surprisingly strong. “That’s not what I meant.” Toshinori countered.

‘Seven! Six! Five!’

“Then what do you mean?” you snapped finally, as you spun to face him.  The hurt was written across your face now, the emotions no longer kept under lock and key as your eyes brimmed with tears.

His eyes stared back at you, pleading, begging you to stay, to listen.  “I didn’t turn you down because I didn’t want you.”

‘Four! Three! Two!’

“W-what?”

‘One!’

A rumbling cheer erupted from down below as fireworks began to light up the night sky all across Musutafu. The flash of colors painted Toshinori’s lean face in blues and greens and reds. The occasional bright flash of white lit up his sunken eyes, and in those moments, you could see the emotions in them more clearly.  Regret, longing… You stared at him, dumbfounded.

“What does that mean?” you asked.

He took a step toward you, the gap between you closing as your heart pounded in your chest.  He still had your wrist in his hand, and the warmth of his touch sent electric shocks to your heart.

His eyes were downcast as his low voice washed over you.  “When you told me how you felt about me, I didn’t know how to respond.  I’d never expected…” he cleared his throat.  “It took me by surprise.”

Your body felt hot with embarrassment.  “I-I’m sorry…” you apologized.

“No! That’s not….” He sighed.  “I’m terrible at this.”

You stared at him like a deer in headlights, waiting. He adjusted his hold on you until your hand was in his palm, and his thumb rubbed small circles over the back of your hand.  You watched the action intently as fireworks continued to light up around you, your breath stuck in your throat.

This wasn’t happening…

He tried again.  “I don’t want you to be sorry.  You didn’t do anything wrong.”  He paused for a moment, taking a breath, then continued. “I… I’m not the man I used to be.”

You furrowed your brow at him.  “Are you talking about your All Might form?  Because I don’t care about that.”

Toshinori released your hand and shoved his own hands deep into his pockets.  “Yes… and no.  It’s more than that.” He paused again as he struggled to put his thoughts into words.  

“I’m… weak now…” he explained.  “My quirk is gone, my career is over.  And to be honest, I don’t know how much time I have left.  There’s nothing I can offer you.”

Your heart broke at his confession.  “That’s not true.” You replied.  “Just being around you makes me happy.”

“You don’t understand.” He frowned.  You could tell by the tension in his arms that his fists were clenched in his pockets. “Just because I’m retired doesn’t mean I don’t still have enemies.  Anyone who’s close to me will always be a target. I can’t even protect myself anymore, let alone those I care about… so how could I protect you?  Why would I let you put yourself in danger for me? For someone who might not even be able to grow old with you? You deserve better than that.”

You stared wide-eyed and open mouthed as his words washed over you.  Everything fell into place then.  No wonder he had pushed you away.  And all the kindness he had shown you before… all the closeness you had thought were signs of something more… they were real.  The hurt was washed away with understanding, only to be replaced by a warmth that made you feel invincible to the cold night air.

He cared.  Deeply.

Your free hand went up to cup his cheek, and his eyes finally looked up from the floor to stare at you.  You smiled softly at him. “I don’t need protecting, Toshi.  What I need is my friend.  You think I don’t know that there’s risk?  You think I don’t know that your days on this earth are numbered? All the more reason to take advantage of the time we’ve got.”

A moment of silence cloaked both of you as he stared at you. His cheeks flushed in the light of another white firework and he looked away, ashamed, as your hand fell from his face. He walked to the edge of the rooftop and sat down on it, his legs dangling over the side.

You sat next to him, your arms touching. “There’s more, isn’t there?” you asked.  You placed a hand on his forearm.  “Tell me.”

“You make it sound so easy...” He said, as he stared at his hands.  “But I don’t know how.”

“You don’t know how to what?” You asked, confused.

Toshinori stared out across the city, a frown on his face.  “I don’t know how to let it go.  I was the Symbol of Peace for so long.  It was where I got all of my strength, all of my confidence.  Now I’m just… quirkless Toshinori Yagi. I feel like I don’t even know who I am.”

“You miss it, don’t you?” you asked.

The question was rhetorical of course, but Toshinori answered it anyway.  “Every day.”

“You’ll always be All Might. That will always be a part of you.” You replied.  “But maybe… maybe All Might had to ‘die’ so Toshinori could live.  Think of it as a second chance at life.  You get to figure out all over again what makes you happy.”

Toshinori’s arm went around your shoulder and you leaned into his warmth.  “You make me happy.” He said.

You looked at him, your words escaping you as your heart flew away with your words, but it didn’t matter. Toshinori brushed his lips against yours in a soft kiss, and you leaned into it instinctually, drinking it in until it filled your belly with heat and your chest felt like it would burst.

It was over too soon; Toshi pulled away and smiled.  “We should probably go back down there.”

Your hand went to cup his jaw before he could stand up.  “Wait,” you said with a small grin.  “One more. To new beginnings.  It’s New Year’s, after all…”

He gave a laugh and kissed you again, this time his own hand caressing your jaw.  “To new beginnings.”

…….

“I still have to train that kid, though…”

“Yeah, good luck with that…”

[soulquirk]

this was too good not to post so uh

thank @sanguinekeigo for this fuckin masterpiece (also @baku-no-alt for the idea???)

self insert as Venus with the league ¿¿

[secondhand-trash]

Attention

A/N: this is a repost of my part in the first bnha harem server colab because we are amending the format of the masterlist^^ you can find the other characters here

Pairing: Aizawa Shouta x reader

Word count: 1470

“Pay attention to me.”

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You had gladly took on the role in looking after your lover’s well-being since very early on in your relationship. With his highly demanding work schedule and often self-destructive tendencies, it was only natural that you had practically seen the worst and the standard of said ‘worst case scenario’ was constantly being updated.

Twisting the key to your apartment, your hands searched for the switch on the wall admist the darkness. Flicking the switch, the first thing you saw when the lights turned on was the sprawled out figure of Shouta across the couch. He must be really worn out for him to not even take out his sleeping bag and just fell flat onto the couch. You had tried to get him to stop using a sleeping bag at home, reasoning with him that you got a bed for a reason but his attempts at taking two more steps to the bed room never did quite last. One day you walked into your room to see him peacefully asleep, the next thing you knew you went home to a yellow cocoon on the floor once again.

Although you had tried relentlessly and with many different methods, the both of you knew better and that was why he could always take advantage of the little patience you had with him to fall back into the habits that you so hated. Despite your constant complaints, you would take him being asleep in any location than him staying up. God knows how much he needed all the rest he could get.

So it seemed that he had a long day. You kneeled by the couch to heard the soft snores from the man who was dangling at the edge of the seat, threatening to fall onto the ground at any given moment. Moving the piece of hair that was covering his face, your lips pursed together to form a frown as you saw how bad his under eye bags had gotten and his skin looking even duller than usual. He said something about having to stay on campus to finish stuff up a few days ago and in all honesty, this was the first time you had seen him home since then but you had no idea that it would get this dire.

Did he even sleep at all?

A groan escaped his lips as he slowly stirred awake, twisting around on the couch a little before he opened his eyes to see you staring at him in amusement. The hint of teasing quickly faded as you looked into Shouta’s blood shot eyes.

“Did you sleep at all these past few days?”

Still groggy from sleep, he rubbed his eyes. “What?”

“I said, did you sleep at all?” You said, trying to contain your raising voice.

Sensing your clear disapproval, he stopped his movements and looked right back at you. You had your brows furrowed together, your eyes filled with nothing but worry. It was pretty cute when you fussed over him, he wasn’t going to lie about it, but there were times when he feel bad that his own health was often a bigger concern to you than it did to him. You rarely get angry and when you do, it was always over his lack of care towards himself.

He avoided your judging stare as he heard a soft “tch”. “No, not really.”

You sighed. “Please tell me that you at least ate something.”

“Well-”

“That isn’t jelly.”

His silence gave away the truth and you rolled your eyes. You wanted to get aggravated towards him and yell at him to get a grip but with the state he was in, you really didn’t have the heart to. This man would be the death of you, you thought to yourself as everything that was boiled up in your mind melted away to nothing but a sigh and you reached out to tuck his hair behind his ear.

“You’re gonna get a cardiac arrest before we even get married at this rate.” You whispered, more to yourself than to him but he still caught every word.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily.” He said, feeling a bit more relieved when he heard you chuckle.

“For real, you need to take care of yourself. I’m pretty sure you don’t even know how to cook proper food.” You smiled, gently rubbing his hand as he gripped onto yours.

An idea sparked in your mind, one that you had thought of but quickly gave up on because the possibilities that it would do anything was slim to none but after seeing how much of a mess he was today, it seemed like there was no harm in trying.

When you continued to tug at your boyfriend’s arm and forced him to get up all while pulling him towards the kitchen, he was really expecting to get some nice, warm food made with love from you instead of leaning against the counter as you forced him to stay by your side as you cooked. You had insisted that he learn how to make something that wasn’t pre-cooked or filled with preserves by watching you do it. He really would have protested and drifted off to sleep if it wasn’t for the fact that he knew he was already pissing you off and he didn’t want to risk being banished to the couch that night. He had missed you, and he wanted the cuddles after being tortured by the school these past few days.

“Watch closely.” You said as you tied the strings of the apron on your back and started heating up the stove. Shouta didn’t care much about cooking in all honesty, he could always rely on you after all. On a second thought, perhaps he had been relying on you way too much that he was starting to take it for granted that he would come home to see you there for him.

Perhaps he did need to square up, he thought as he stared at your hand that was carefully chopping the spring onions into small pieces. A look of concentration crossed your face as you cooked, soft mumbling escaped your lips as you moved from step to step. You were always so attentive towards him and Aizawa Shouta knew that he was not an easy man to be around. He could be apathetic, stern almost. He would not blame anyone who was turned away by his cold exterior and harsh words. But even after so long and so many moments that he knew made you want to give up on him, you stayed. You stayed and you were still here, making dinner in the kitchen.

“And then you put it in when the water boils… Are you even listening?” You said with annoyance at Shouta’s dazed expression, your sudden raise of voice seemed to snap him back to reality as he blinked.

“Hm?”

You snorted, not sure if you should be angry at him or amused by the hazy expression in his eyes that was fixed on you. “I’m trying to keep you alive here and you can’t even focus for, what, 5 minutes?” He couldn’t help the smile as you shoved him in the arm, “Just… pay attention to me.”

You weren’t sure if you wanted to elbow him in the waist for not taking it seriously or melt because he was so close to you and you haven’t feel his warmth for so long but when he suddenly got up from the counter and wrapped his arms around you from behind, you could not help but froze in place. He chuckled when he felt the stiffening of your body, leaning down to put his chin on the crook of your neck and conveniently tightening his arms around you as he did so.

“My attention is all yours,” he whispered and your knees felt weak at the scratch of his stubble at your neck and the hot breath at your ear. It had been a while and you had no idea that you had missed him around you so much. “So what is that you were trying to show me?”

Regaining your thoughts so you focused on something that wasn’t your boyfriend’s face by your neck, you went back to what you were doing earlier before getting distracted. “Right, so you put everything into the pot and let it boil…”

Was he dozing off again? Guilty, but Shouta could not actually quite focus on the instructions you were giving him, not when you were so close to him and your voice was so comforting. How could you expect him to pay attention to anything else when you were right there by his side?

His attention would always go to you when you were around, always back to you.

[thetrashywritingwitch]

so i was debating making a post about this, because this shit is gross and spikes my anxiety and i have enough to deal with excluding bnha drama... but i don’t want it to seem like i’m complicit or silent on this. i also have very little context or information tbh

there seems to be a shitstorm happening in the bn//harem discord server. i’ve never been a part of that server nor had any desire to be in there because one, it felt like it was mostly teenagers and i’m an adult so me being in a mostly younger space felt *weird*. and two, there were people in there that i’d blocked for one reason or another (their content was triggering or i found them to be sketchy and putting out morally questionable work, for example) so i didn’t want to risk running into them or interacting with them in a server

but there are some folks coming out with various stories and claims about being mistreated, esp by the adults in that server. i dont know any details or have first-hand knowledge of anything specific that happened in there, i’ve just seen vague references. let me say this to mirror what i said in a post a few days ago: no adult should be discussing nsfw content with minors. ESPECIALLY not in a private and unchecked place like discord. its fucking disgusting. please know that if an adult tries to do this, or tries to encourage you to talk about something like that, they aren’t your friend and you should back away from the conversation. if they’ve made you feel unsafe, that’s a big giant red flag that they’ve failed you. and it’s NOT your fault.

like i said, i dont know the extent of what’s going on because i wasn’t there, but there are writing blogs like, permanently leaving or taking a hiatus or discussing their mistreatment by people who are fucking old enough to know better. THIS is what i mean by predators in fandom: adults, your actions are YOUR responsibility, and if you’re called out on them, you have no one to blame but yourself. stop blaming children for your own mistakes it’s beyond disgraceful.

i dont even follow that many blogs now because i’m so disconnected from writing fandom *because* of this type of shit that is just...??? a lot to deal with when i have a fucking job and partner and irl things. if fandom stops being fun and enjoyable, leave. that’s it. maybe it would be healthy to step away for a while, anyway. and this is tbh why i probably plan on leaving once my fics are done. there’s a lot of toxicity surrounding this fandom and its genuinely exhausting to witness. i’ve been trying to keep my blog a positive and comfortable space that felt like an escape, but that’s impossible when people are out here just.... ugh.

please don’t bombard my ask box. like i said, i dont know details, i dont talk to anyone in the server personally or any of the other big blogs, i’m just stating clearly my opinion on these things so yall know where i stand. if you want to unfollow me or w/e reason, please do so. also please do NOT like, detail your experience in my ask box because that is incredibly traumatic and no offense, i dont want to read about trauma. i might even close my ask box because i have work to do today. please stay safe <3

[jui-imouto-chan]

Link to my Series Masterlist

Info about me:

Call me Jui! I’m Queer. (Generally Pansexual but still struggling with things; cis-woman; I go by she/her.)

I am Pro-Fujoshi, Pro-Shipping (Anti-Anti), Pro-Fiction overall, Pro-BLM, and Anti-White-Supremacy.

I consume and occasionally create or discuss NSFW media on this blog.

I enjoy writing Fanfiction. My tendency in fandoms is to love the main character and ship them with most of the other characters, with an overwhelming majority of those ships composing of the males in that content.

I draw a lot, although my art isn’t very good by any means.

I’m in a lot of anime fandoms and some video game fandoms, feel free to ask me about them, as well as what my ships are or to talk about them, write short stories or ideas, headcanons, etc. some fandoms include Windbreaker, Mob Psycho 100, DBH, BnHA/MHA, KnB, KHR, Haikyuu!, One Piece, Jujutsu Kaisen, Boruto, Sk8 the Infinity, Dr. Stone, To Your Eternity, Hamefura/My Next Life as a Villainess, and so on (again, feel free to inquire).

One of my most popular bouts of writing is my DBH Connor-centric Harem series called The Mostly Human AU (#MHAU). The link for the masterpost of its content is https://jui-imouto-chan.tumblr.com/post/176829955798/mostly-human-au . I may continue it eventually, and I do still technically take prompts.

I have a discord server for fandom discussions, talking about Fanfiction, giving updates on fics, sharing art, and recommending content, among other things. The link for the server is https://discord.gg/2EDyfr9 .

My Ao3 is under this same name (except it’s underscores instead of hyphens).

Here's my Straw Page :)

DNI if:

•An Anti-Shipper.

•A Suicide-Baiter/Support Harassment and Censorship over fiction.

Anyways, I’m off to write more fanfic, and maybe update some chapters.

❤️ Have good days/nights! Remember that things will always get better eventually, as long as you never stop giving them a chance to! ❤️

[nowoyas]

incoming post full of sobbing and tears cus I hit 1000 

Holy fuck. I don't know how this happened.

When I made this blog, I went into it from the approach of some advice I've gotten a lot about Twitch streaming: expect no response for a while. It'll take a bit for people to find you, even if you're doing absolutely everything right, and that's not a reflection on you. Just keep going, and the people who are going to find you will eventually find you. In the same way, I kind of approached with a really simple goal: write what I want to read, and share it in the event that other people want to read it too.

Needless to say, I've been absolutely floored at the response I'm getting. One thousand individual human beings with lives and emotions and different tastes found what I wrote, and decided they liked it enough to follow me and read what I write going forward. One thousand people. To visualize, that's me fucking around on the internet and about this many people going "oh fuck this kinda slaps I might want more of this":

Yeah. That shit's crazy.

I can't begin to explain how much it means to me that you all are here, reading my work and having fun alongside me. Even when I was at 100, it didn't feel real. It feels somehow both more and less real now. All I can do is keep writing things, keep giving you lads content, and occasionally rhapsodize about bread so that you all may see the light. Thank you.

I had plans for a thousand follower event, but unfortunately, it happened too fast for me to prepare. I have nothing to give you but my tears, folks.

Well, those and a few more specific thank yous. First and foremost, my wonderful wife Ashi over at @birds-have-teeth. If you like Izuku, she's your writer. Her smut is phenomenal, her fluff is tooth-rotting in the best way, on the rare occasion I can make myself read angst I have cried over her angst more than once. And if it weren't for her encouragement, I never would have made this blog to start with, let alone gotten a response as fast as I did. I still remember the choked noise I made when I saw her in my notifications right after posting my first fic, and what exactly that did for my visibility as a writer. Not only that, but my two primary series that I'm working on, Floriography and Edible Arrangements, both came about because of her in one way or another, and with the help of her and some others I'll mention later, I never would have been able to write Housewarming or any smut at all. I don't really think it's an exaggeration to say that Ashi has had a hugely positive impact on my life since we became friends, and I suspect that without her, quite a few of you might not have found your way here. So thanks, Ashi. Love you, dear <3

Second, everyone else I talk with over in the Izu-cult discord server I help admin. @fujimoribaby @sapid-rose @my-bnha-things​ @xxangelpridexx​ and so many more in that server (I’m so sorry I can’t tag you all I am extraordinarily scatterbrained at present) have been just as helpful in letting me talk through ideas, vent, and honestly just getting to socialize and branch out a little. Before that discord server, it wouldn't be wrong to say I was withdrawn to an unhealthy degree. I woke up, watched videos all day, wrote myself to sleep, and if I was lucky I remembered to do things like eat and shower. I spoke to my sister-in-law (with whom I live) and her cat (also with whom I live) and that was it. And that was before COVID-19. I found in that server friends who I've talked to nearly every day since, and as a result, I feel more confident, happy, and at peace with myself. We're one big happy harem of loving spouses who came together over loving Izuku and I'm so glad to have met y'all. Those of you who enjoyed Housewarming ALSO have everyone in that server to thank for being part of the personal hypesquad watching me break through my mental block on writing smut line by line and literally cheering me on as I go. I don't think I'd ever have finished without their help, and honestly, I'd have deleted Housewarming after thirty minutes due to sheer anxiety if not for their support. I very nearly did. I'm so so glad I met everyone in the server, and I hope we can continue to talk for a while yet <3

That pretty much covers the thanks I have to give. I'm glad y'all are here. I hope I can continue to live up to your expectations. Thank you.

[dawnwriterimagines]

Three Heroes: Various!BNHA x Reader (Part 5)

This is a Todoroki x Bakugo x Reader x Midoriya fanfic, inspired by the My Hero Academia movie: Two Heroes, the storyline will be adjusted due to the reader's presence. Read on and I hope you enjoy!

Warning(s): Blood, Violence, Fluff, Poly!Relationship, Swearing, and mature content, etc.

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Robots, everywhere. As you all reached the next floor, you all stiffened seeing the robots that seemed to be waiting for you. They roamed on the walkway, surrounding a glowing green, giant reactor, spiraled with nuclear energy in its wires. You could feel the radiation in the room from out here. You could guess that that was the main supply of energy for the tower, it would be wise not to destroy it, it could do more damage than good.

"Their everywhere," Ochaco gasped as you all looked through the doors glass window, "So many robot sentries!"

Iida frowned, "The villains are just trying to block us in any more," he figured, "It looks like their trying to capture us now."

Izuku nodded, "They must know we're hero students now."

Momo leaned down, "Well we might as well show them what we can do." She had the back of her dress open and she materialized a large fiber sheet from her back. You realized that she was planning on using Kaminari's electricity as a weapon to take down the sentries.

"Alright, we'll proceed to plan A," Iida said, turning to Kaminari.

The blonde haired Pikachu nodded, he smirked as he stuck out his fists towards Iida to grab his wrists, "I won't let you guys down! Let's do this Iida!"

"Right!"

Iida took his wrists before using his engine to begin turning, he spun faster, turning Kaminari at a frightening speed before tossing him into the air. He was midair when he smirked, his eyes set on the middle of the group of robotic sentries, "indiscriminate shock! 1.3 million volts!" He shouted as he landed in the middle of the robots.

However, you were shocked to see it wasn't working, they only stopped and shut down, caving into themselves to protect their own servers from the electricity. "It's not working!" Izuku gasped from under the tarp, his hand over your waist as the electricity surged through the entire area.

Kaminari growled, before straightening and throwing his hands up into the air, "Alright fine! How about 2 MILLION VOLTS!" You gasped as the electricity spun out, becoming more violent as it whipped around his body.

"No, Kaminari!" You warned, but it was too late.

"Don't! Or you'll--" Jirou groaned as the electricity cleared and Kaminari slumped, a dumb look on his face. "--turn stupid." She sighed.

You all stood, walking over to help Kaminari, "Well, at least he stopped the robots for us, right?" The moment izuku asked, the robots perked up, their servers lighting up before the few in front of Kaminari sent out their metal wires to trap him in place. "Kaminari!"

The rest began to move forwards, ready to capture the rest of you. "Right then, quick," Iida glared at the sentries heading our way. "Plan B!"

"On it!" Momo worked quickly. Creating a few red ethanol spray cans, she takes off the top before throwing it quickly before the gas can escape to her. The tube spins as the forceful gas makes its appearance, quickly coating the area around the robots, they begin to slow down. "This'll jam their communications!" She begins creating more and Jirou, Melissa and Ochaco begin to hurl them straight towards the oncoming sentries.

"Mineta!" You called out to the purple boy. He begins to take his sticky balls from the roots of his head and throws the forward, aiming at the feet of the robots.

"Stay away from Kaminari! He has a harem to get back too!" He yells as the robots begin to get their metal legs stuck to the balls, unable to move forwards as their trapped in the same place. The robots behind them are forced to collide with one another, until they begin to jump over the pile and surge forwards once more.

You, Iida, and Izuku finally stepped forwards, "We need to get Iida out of there so we can keep going!" You said, your palms glowing with energy, you noticed Izuku casting a worried glance your way. You smiled at him, showing him you couldn't feel any pain, "Don't worry!"

Although he was alittle confused and suspicious, he grinned seeing that you were ok once more, before nodding as Iida got into position to sprint off. "Alright! Come on Midoriya, (y/n)!" Iida instructed.

Izuku threw off his blazer. "Right!" You noted the device on his wrist before he pressed the back of it. You were surprised to see it moving before it wrapped a glowing band around Izuku's wrist and up to his elbow before fitting like a metal glove around his knuckles.

He turned towards you as he brought his fists up, you looked at him proudly before smirking and nodding before your hands lit up to your elbows, your feet filled with energy as they sparked. "Let's go!"

You and Midoriya sprang forwards, Iida jumped over you both to capture Kaminari from the pack of sentries. You and him both went separate ways, a pack of sentries swarming towards the both of you, but breaking off as they took note of separate attacks. Your palm rose as you sped towards the onslaught of robots, they jumped towards you, your feet left the ground as you let out a battle cry as your energy sparked through you. Your fist met the first one, before it exploded on contact, it's debris flying backwards the hit the others behind it before the air pressure finally took its hit and blew the seige of robots backwards. Flying off the side of the railing, they broke apart, sparking violently as they collided with one another harshly.

You straightened as your energized limbs finally calmed and you shook off the pieces of metal off your fingers. You turned towards Izuku, who's hand was fine, that gauntlet was working for him perfectly, he had blown the robots away almost just as you did. You grinned at him, running over, he and you followed Iida as we went the opposite way of the robots that would be coming into the room as said by Jirou.

"Izuku! That glove is amazing!" You said, "You're perfectly fine and you were hardly limiting yourself!" You beamed at him proudly. He blushed heavily, before glancing down at the red gauntlet on his arm.

"Thanks! Melissa made it, and it works like a charm!" He turned his head towards the blonde as she ran behind you.

She smiled. "I'm just glad you brought it with you!"

He nodded before looking back at you, "Are you ok, though?" He asked you, your eye's widened alittle. "I saw that hit, it was incredible, but aren't you in pain? You don't have your convertor," he worried for you.

You smiled at him, "I'm fine, don't worry. Really. Once we finish this I'll probably hardly leave home without it," you chuckled.

Izuku was silent for a moment before giving you a tiny smile. "Yeah."

As we ran up the steps once more, almost to the 140th floor,c Jirou out her earphone jacks into the wall beside the lettering, listening for any robots above. "I hear a lot of those security machines on the floors below us," she said.

"Any above us?" You asked her.

"No," she turned to me. "We should be all clear."

"Alright, let's move!" Iida directed the group up the stairs to the next floor.

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Soon, we were running through the 138th floor, you all ran to the opposite side, finding a door in the hallway of the towers servers. You guessed that since this was the central tower this was the islands security system, you frowned realizing that if there was a wrong move or too much of an explosion the island would be in more danger than it needed to be. Or worse, it could sink.

Just as you all were drawing closer to the doors, you stopped as they opened, in the darkness the robots emerged, their heads rising from their structures before surging forwards. You grunted, clenching your fists as Iida and Izuku bent down to fight, "Let's go, Iida, (y/n)!"

"No, wait!" Melissa stopped you all before you could move. "These servers, if they're damaged the islands security could fail! We can't risk that!"

You glanced at her before looking back at the robots, "Don't worry. We can protect the servers and handle these machines!" Your palms lit up, once more. Iida nodded in your direction.

"(Y/n)'s right. What you need to do is take Melissa and find a different route to the top floor!" Iida leaned down putting Kaminari at the side, so he could properly fight. "(Y/n), I think you should go with them." Your eye's widened at Iida.

"What? I can stay down here and help fight!" You told him.

He shook his head. "Midoriya could use some help protecting Melissa as the floors get higher, we don't know how many other sentries are up there. Don't worry, we'll be fine," he gave you a thumbs up and a smile to reassure you.

Although it was hard, you nodded, reluctantly. "Ok, be careful!" You turned to Izuku, who stuck his hand out to you. You took his hand and you began to follow him to the door you came through.

"Wait, ochaco," you stopped as Melissa called out for your friend. Ochaco turned, "Come with us. We'll need you."

Ochaco was confused. "But, the robots..."

Iida shook his head. "Go, they may need you." Ochaco looked down before she nodded, determined as she followed to proceed to the 200th floor.

Behind you, you could hear Iida being the first to charge in, his Reciprico Burst hurtling towards the robots. You had to hurry, you couldn't let this be in vain, you had to get Melissa to the 200th floor.

We came to an exit, Melissa lead you all through, we looked around confused before asking Melissa, "What's going on? Why aren't we still going?" Ochaco wondered aloud.

We were surrounded by turbines, all working efficiently turning slowly but there was a faint breeze in the area. Beyond the turbines the world below was just a few meters away, there were no mirrors or barriers around here. It was a wind power generator.

"If we can get to that exit, up there, we can find a way to skip all the robots that could be waiting for us on the other floors," Melissa pointed upwards.

You pressed your lips together, it was far up but you knew with Ochaco's quirk it would be no problem. However, you could feel a slight rumble beneath your feet, something was coming, probably more robots so you had for move quick. "Melissa is right, if you both climb up there then you'll have a chance to avoid another attack from the sentries," you said, Izuku turned to you confused.

"Wait, you're not coming with us?" His grip on your hand tightened.

You shook your head. "I can't. I feel something coming, there's more robots on the way. I'll stay down here and protect Ochaco while she gets you two up there."

Izuku gasped, "No, I can't leave you to fight alone! We'll go up after! I won't let you..." he stopped as you caressed the side of his face, calming as you smiled up at him.

"Everything's going to be ok. Once you're up and we can get cleared, I'll met you there," you pressed your forehead onto his, both of you closing your eye's. You pressed your lips against his, breathing deeply. You both couldn't help but worry for each other's safety, anything could happen and you'd rather not be out of each others sight. But, what other choice did you have? "You got this." Izuku looked at you, tears coming to his eye's as you encouraged him, believed in him.

He quickly held his tears and nodded, determined, inspired. "Right!"

You followed Izuku and Melissa as the walked over to the control tower in the middle of the generator, Melissa wrapped her hands around Izuku's neck from behind as ochaco instructed. You still held Izuku's hand as Ochaco touched them both, he didn't break eye contact with you as he suddenly became weightless. "I'll see you there," you both let go and he grinned at you as best as he could although he hated to leave you. Then, he sprang upwards, both him and Melissa soaring up the tower, you smiled faintly before you heard the door at the other side of the generator open.

Robots by the dozen surged through the opening, making their way towards towards you and Ochaco, "(y/n)! Ochaco!"

Your palms lit up. "It's ok! Keep going!" You turned towards Ochaco giving her a small smile, "Keep it up ok. I'll protect you!"

Her eyes widened at you, she hated that she couldn't do the same for you but she had to make sure that Izuku and Melissa got to the emergency entrance. "Thank you, (y/n)!" She looked forwards, gasping. "Look out!"

You looked forwards, surprised to see a few robots already jumping out at you. You pumped energy into your feet, running through your body, you jumped into the air before spinning around, delivering a crushing roundhouse to the first robot. It collided with the others and blasted each other to pieces, you landed before surging forwards with a powerful lunge. Your fist colliding with a few robots, they all crashed into one another, delaying their ascension to Ochaco. You kicked your foot out, landing on the head of one and knocking off its sensor before spinning around and splintering a few robotic legs.

Your hands finally began to charge up, your arm's burning as they slowly began to change color up to your forearms, "Energy BARRAGE!" You forced your palms into the ground, you felt it shake before it broke apart, violently, you heard ochaco cry out in shock as the ground wobbled, caving in on itself as it swallowed the robots into the hole you had created. You huffed, breathing harshly, looking down at your hands and wincing at the sight, your hands were bruised and burned, they were crackling with energy despite it being released.

That's when you saw another wave of robots entering the vicinity, "What?" You gaped, how many of these things were there?

"(Y/n)!" You turned towards Ochaco and there was another group coming from the way Iida and the others had been. You growled, realizing they must've been captured, you ran over to Ochaco, your hand out to protect her. You looked upwards, Izuku was looking down at you, shaking in worry, as he kept going upwards, he was still only half way.

Your hands burned with energy once more, flickering to life, you gradually took a good amount of radiating energy from the generator due to the closeness. You fueled yourself once more but you in some way felt drained although you prepared yourself, "Come on!" You punched the first robot that jumped, swinging at full force to the next wave of robots, they blasted apart but they learned this time. In the middle of your attack, they launched themselves over their crumbling group and crashed into you. Ochaco gasped horrified, "(y/n), no!"

"(Y/N)!" You could hear Izuku cry.

The sharp legs legs of the robots bit into your skin and you gasped, your hands curving under their heavy structures to blast at their sensors. However, behind you, one wire took your arm in its grip, you grunted before you yelped as one wire missed your other wrist and wrapped around your neck instead. It pulled to keep you you in place while the other pulled the opposite way, you choked, unable to claw at it as another robot struck out and took your free hand in its wire. You pulled at your restraints, however, you felt your heart throb painfully in your chest, you curved into yourself, hissing before the robots grip tightened and pulled you forwards as your wrists stayed in place. That's when you couldn't breathe, not a single breath could escape or enter, your eye's went wide. You tried to pull or use your energy blasts but you couldn't think straight.

"Uraraka! Help (y/n)! Please, help her!" Izuku cried, wishing he could be there to rip every robot apart. But, he only kept going upwards, Melissa cried and screamed into his back, praying she wouldn't lose you, she couldn't it was too soon, too much!

"O-ochaco..." you sputtered, you whimpered as you felt your breathing leaving you as the wire began to cut off your air supply. "D-don't let...go..." you begged her, she screamed as she was forced to watch, backing away as the other group of robots crowded around her. She didn't want to follow your wishes, but she also knew that if she dropped Deku and Melissa from that height they could both cripple or worse. She hated that she had no choice but to listen to you, no matter how painful it was.

Your vision blurred and your figure began to slump, your eye's rolling back, "P-please..." you didn't want to die. You wanted to save your dad, you wanted to save Ochaco, you wanted to see another day. You wanted to breathe. But, as you suffocated, seeing a bright light flicker through your vision, you wondered what your father would do without you. God, what would would you do without him, you couldn't lose one another. That's why, that's why...you had to breathe.

"GET AWAY FROM HER!"

There was an explosion, the wire around your neck snapping loose, along with the others around your wrists. You fell forwards, hardly noticing as the robots were blasted to pieces all around you. You coughed, air finding your lungs, you felt like throwing up at the sudden rush and loss of air, you took rapid breath's as you felt Ochaco wrap her arms around you instantly. You closed your eye's tightly at at the pain in your chest, the realization of you nearly dying hitting you as you shook violently in you intakes of air.

The air was cold or was that just you, you felt your skin heat up as warmth ran up to your chest once more despite the throbbing pain. You realized that Ochaco was telling to something as tears ran down her face, her hands cradling your head in her lap, your ears were ringing. They cleared like being underwater, "I'm so...I'm s...rry....I'm so s....I'm so sorry!" She repeated, sobbing over you.

You don't understand why she was crying if you were the one who told her that she shouldn't release her quirk, the last thing you wanted her to do was sacrifice the mission just for your life. But, you understood why she was upset, "It's...it's ok...it's ok, Ocha-chan," you smiled softly, she froze at your words and only proceeded to cry harder. Happy to find you alive and your usual self.

"(Y/n)! (Y/n), are you alright?!" Shouto was rushing over, his ice to aid him. He dropped to his knees in front of you, his eyes wide and almost murderous as he quickly took you from Ochaco's arm's. His eyes pained as he could see the bruise of the wire that lay around your neck, your skin slowly turning a dark purple from the force of the metal restraint. "God, I'm sorry we didn't come sooner," he held you close, cradling your head, tenderly. You could only smile at him as you gained your breath.

In a second, Katsuki landed next to him, for once not there to scream at the half and half, he ran around him to lean down to you. His eyes wide at the mark around your neck, his lips pulled up in a saddened sneer, "Fuck, god dammit (y/n), I told you...I told you not to do anything stupid," his voice cracked slightly, even though he was supposedly yelling at you. "Shit, babe, why didn't you wait for me? Damn it, we're supposed to protect you!" He punched the concrete beneath him.

You blinked at him. "Thanks fo-for saving us," you gave a tired smile.

The two looked at you in shock, "You're here suffocating on the pavement and you're telling us we did something!" Bakugo's eyes were tearing up as he yelled, heatedly. Shouto couldn't understand it either, he felt so useless, so weak, having seen you being choked to death, fighting alone. They couldn't do anything to prevent it from happening in the first place, if they were faster...

"If you hadn't come, I don't know what would've happened..." you told them, sitting up slowly, Katsuki quickly helping you, his arm around your shoulders as Shouto took your waist. "So, yeah, you guys did save us, save me," you beamed up at them.

Their eyes widened at you before Shouto was the first to speak, "You need to start thinking about yourself more often, (y/n)," he said as he slowly helped you stand to your feet.

"I don't wanna be worryin' about your ass every damn minute, a'right!" Katsuki crossed his arm's, you glanced between the two before chuckling faintly.

"Sure."

"Oh no!" Ochaco cried as you felt the wind pick up, that would mean..."Deku and Melissa! Their being blown away!" You looked up as Izuku was floating away from the exit towards the open sky.

Shouto acted quick, kissing you briefly before throwing off his blazer and running off. "Bakugo, aim the propeller at Midoriya, quick!"

Bakugo growled at him before blasting his palm into the air, "I told you not to give me orders!" He follows them anyway and you're stunned as he blasts an explosion in the direction direction of a high wind turbine, todoroki quickly blasting his flames towards towards the giant fan. Hot air bursting from the other side, you smiled widely as Izuku is set back on course. You beam at Shouto proudly as his flames shoot from his arm, once a symbol of pain and hate now a tool for his arrival to heroism.

Turning to Katsuki with a wide grin, "I've never seen you two work so well toge--" you don't finish as Katsuki takes your waist and his lips are on yours, he's rough but that's his way of being gentle, you don't mind however, as you lean taking his face in your hands. He kisses you passionately for for a few seconds, taking a deep breath from his nose as he pulls you into him.

Pulling away, you look at him dazed as he smirks, "It's a one time thing," he says, and you shake your head at him before he winks at you and an explosion hits the ground as he jumps back into battle with Kirishima.

You really did have a crazy relationship with these boys, all different in their own way, but you loved them all the same, how could you not?

[eutxrpe]

Hi! I remember seeing someone's reblog, it was post about BNHA SMAU, I can't remember it's name, but it's about quarantine. Do you know the author of it? Sorry, just really can't find it

ummm, i know that @suckersuki and @/myherowritings (i am unworthy of tagging her and i’m scared lol) both do amazing social media aus. 

if you just want fics about quarantine, the bnha harem server did an nsfw collab that focused on it! i’m sorry that i couldn’t help too much, but that’s all i really know. hope you’re okay, anon! - xio

[gallickingun]

Hi ya! Been a follower for a while and was just trying to find how to join the bnha harem server since finally my discord is working again. Thing is like a Bufoon I cannot find it. Can you help? If not I totally understand and thanks!

hi there! uh, honestly i’m not sure how they’re doing it now because i’m not a part of bnharem any longer! 

but i think normally you just have to reach out to a member and maybe they’re allowed to give you an invite link? at one point they stopped accepting people through generic invite links, but i’m not sure. the way i joined was lady-bakuhoe posted a link on her blog as an invite and i just followed with that. but that was months ago.

sorry i can’t be of more help!

[rpersearch]

Hi there! I'm Creatively_Insane! I am 20 years old.

All Characters and roleplayers must be over the age of 18 to DM me!

I'm on the hunt for more roleplay partners!

I would prefer a partner that doesn't disappear weeks to months at a time with no warning. I'm getting tired of chats and servers that build up and end up abandoned. (That is if we work off Discord)

I'm pretty experienced at Roleplaying. Going on six years. I write Semiliterate (a paragraph or two) to Adv. Literate (multiple paragraphs at a time.)

I prefer to play the female role in MxF. I'm fine with FxF, too.

Just be sure that when you DM me, please clarify what fandom you want to Roleplay, what pairing and what character you would like to be! Keeps me from playing 20 questions so we can get to brainstorming ideas!

I also will not be soley playing my OCs(I have many for each fandom). I'll be playing side characters if the parts of the story allow it and I expect you to do the same.

I also like Slowburn romance and a great amount of story development.

Fandoms I Roleplay: BNHA, Creepypasta, Slashers, Undertale, OHSHC, SoulEater, Black Butler FNAF(Security Breach, too), Helluva Boss.

Things I will NOT do:

×Play multiple female characters for a single male character. Basically no harems.

×Play any premade characters you send me. I prefer my own.

×MxM roleplays.

×Participate in group roleplays. Seriously, I'm not really interested and will easily forget about it.

×Doubling. Tried it again recently and it didn't go well.

×Making me play Canon in Canon x OC. I also tried that again recently and proceeded to get yelled at and dropped aside because my portrayal wasn't good enough.

There is more on my profile of you want to look.

I hope to hear from you soon! DMs are always open!

-

[scheelelillies]

BnHA Public Servers [UPDATE]

The promised update of the master-list.

Character-Focused

Ashido Mina Server

Bakugou Katsuki Server Bakugou Katsuki Harem Server

Kaminari Denki Server

Kirishima Eijirou Server

Midoriya Izuku [Deku] Server

Monoma Neito Server

Shinson and Dadzawa Server

Shinsou Hitoshi Server

Todoroki Shouto Server Todoroki Shouto Harem Server

Uraraka Ochako Server

Yaoyorozu Momo Server

Yuuga Aoyama Server

Ship-Focused

AllEraserMic [Yagi Toshinori x Aizawa Shouta x Yamada Hisashi]

BakuDeku / IzuKatsu [Bakugou Katsuki x Midoriya Izuku]

EraserJoke [Aizawa Shouto x Ms. Joke]

EraserMic [Aizawa Shouta x Yamada Hisashi]

EraserMight [Aizawa Shouta x Yagi Toshinori]

IzuOcha [Midoriya Izuku x Uraraka Ochako]

Kacchako / Kaccha [Bakugou Katsuki x Uraraka Ochako]

KamiJirou [Kaminari Denki x Jirou Kyouka]

KiriBaku [Kirishima Eijirou x Bakugou Katsuki]

MiriTama [Toogata Mirio x Amajiki Tamaki]

Ojitooru [Mashirao Ojirou x Hagakure Tooru] OT3 / OT4 / Poly Ships [Numerous]

ShinDeku [Shinsou Hitoshi x Midoriya Izuku]: Friendshipping + Shiping

TodoBaku [Todoroki Shouto x Bakugou Katsuki]

TodoDeku [Todoroki Shouto x Midoriya Izuku] LARGE SERVER TodoDeku [Todoroki Shouto x Midoriya Izuku] SMALL SERVER

TodoMomo [Todoroki Shouto x Yaoyorozu Momo]

TsuAmi [Asui Tsuyu x Tokoyami Fumikage]

Other

BnHA Fanfiction [Share Fanfiction]

BnHA Subreddit [Generic] HUGE SERVER

Boku no Positivity Academia [Generic]

Villains Lair [Villain Appreciation]

No Public Links, But Can Be Joined [Follow Instructions on Page]

BakuDeku / Izukatsu NSFW [Bakugou Katsuki x Midoriya Izuku]

BnHA Artists + Writers Alley [Constructive Criticism + Development] – Speak to OkieClover to Join

Haikyuu no Hero Academia [Haikyuu + BnHA]

Plus Ultra Artists [Generic, Creator Server]

ShinMono [Shinsou Hitoshi x Monoma Neito]

TodoDeku [Application-First Server: Not the Two Above]

Trans BnHA [Generic, LGBT+ Support]

Things I Know Exist But Can’t Find Links / Pages For

KiriDeku Server

That’s all! Stay social! :D

[nagittos]

BnHA Discord Servers

Hi guys! Here are a list of bnha servers in case any of you are interested! Please let me know if you know of any of them that aren’t on the list!

Shipping

Izukatsu

Todobaku

Kiribaku

Tododeku

Izuocha

Todomomo

Jiroukami

Kacchako

Miritama

Character Appreciation Servers

Kaminari

Bakugou

Bakugou Harem

Todoroki

Todoroki Harem

Other

For LGBT+ 

[katsukikitten]

I've been wanting to talk about this since I found out that my friend was being targeted but thought I should keep my mouth shut so I wouldn't cause any extra drama.

Jo is kind, supportive and reblogs/promotes a lot of smaller blogs. So shut the shit on that.

The toxicity that is being spread in this fandom is highschool level, which makes sense considering the majority that of the group that is participating in this witch hunt is most likely under 18.

But I think what really gets me is that the fuel for all of this is simply jealousy. And babe jealousy looks ugly on everyone.

So yall are lurking on blogs and in tags that you shouldn't, lying about your age and then have the audacity to use your "morals" as a weapon.

For aging up characters, for making it explicitly clear that her blog is for 18 plus but then you as a minor go around and do the same?

Expect choosing to lie about your age.

And I'm sure addressing it is doing nothing more than validating you and feeding your ego but I'm also here to address everyone else.

Rumors are not funny, they aren't a cool prank and blindly leaving anonymous asks on peoples isn't okay.

Yall should be truly ashamed for several reasons. Toxic behavior over rumors. The inability to fact check and lastly, which I believe to be the saddest one of them all, those of you who participated in this didn't even have the decency to do research on the rumor you heard.

You let someone spoon feed you lies and to me that speaks volumes.

Please take this time to reevaluate your actions and take the time to heal.

Yall can change and be lovely people going forward, use this as a learning experience that life is not just some game.

This site and all of these fandoms are made up of REAL people, regular people like you, who have feelings, hopes and dreams.

Use the golden rule y'all

And if after all of this you're still against Jo, or Sky or anyone of my fucking friends on the BNHA Harem server or you're just toxic in general take this time to

BLOCK ME

I’ve been thinking about whether to even bother replying to this or not for the longest time. Mostly because the people calling me out have been blocked since January. Since I found out that they were both under 16.

I’ve said it multiple times I don’t get involved in drama on here. I’m here to write fanfiction and have fun doing it. I joined a discord full of smut writers that I assumed were all 18+, but they weren’t.

All of the messages that you post in your server saying that you’re going to send me hate or that you’re resentful or my follow count or my note count... why? I haven’t called you out, posted publicly about you anywhere or even spread around that you’re 15 year olds writing nsfw fanfiction because I literally haven’t thought about you since I found out. The one time I mentioned your name was when someone posted a link to your smut in our discord server in the 18+ section and I said I don’t think it’s a good idea to be promoting minors in an 18+ section...

You’re quite literally talking about sending me hate and negativity... for no longer wanting to support you and your shitty behaviour... and then also finding out that you were underage? Since I’ve had you blocked I’ve had to find out from other people that you are indirecting me constantly and for what? I’m sorry that I get more notes than you, that I have more followers than you. I’m sorry that you’re so obsessed with not having as much traction that you felt the need to call me out for it. Also giving us shit for aging up characters and wanting to write for them? I thought you said to people to “write what you want”.

Saying that you hate that people get “thousands of notes without having to @ people.” Like I wasn’t once a blog with 0 followers. I didn’t ask for shoutouts, I didn’t ask other blogs to reblog or read my work because I was too much of a scardy cat to try and talk to anyone in the fandom. For you to shit on people’s success shows how bitter you are over everything. I reblog a lot of writing, by a lot of different people. I’ve been used by people for clout a lot. Instead of seeing me as a friend I’ve been seen as a number, pinging me in servers just to ask for a shoutout and not to ask “how are you” or even “hi” and then accusing me of manipulation when I ask them for an apology, but you don’t see me calling out any of those people? Because it’s tumblr.

You’ve mentioned “big blogs discouraging smaller blogs”, so lead by example. Reblog your favourite fics, show love to your favourite authors. Some people that have just come into the fandom have some of the best writing I’ve ever seen in my life. Like, I aspire to be good as them one day. I’m sorry if it feels like I’ve discouraged authors from writing or posting. I post a new fanfic once every 2+ weeks? And even when I write my thirst posts I tag them as “thirst posts” not “x reader” so you’d have to come onto my blog to find them because I don’t want to spam the “x reader” tags... because it’s unfair to all the other authors.

I’m sorry that I prefer reading Bakugou fics because he’s my favourite character. I used to only check the Bakugou x reader and Kirishima x reader tags because they were my favourite fics to read. I’m sorry if I’ve never reblogged or read your work before. I’ve had a lot of shit going on in real life the last 2 months so I’ve been even worse at reading and reblogging fics but I’ve been trying my best. Because I get it, I understand how difficult Tumblr is. Look back at my archive or my masterlist and see how many headcanon posts I had to put out to try and get noticed. Anyone that’s come to me for a shoutout or reblog I’ve done it.

I’m not sure where you’re getting your information from that I’ve fallen out with my “two besties”, because I haven’t. We haven’t. And I guess you’ll get your wish because the “clout chasing bitch” will just leave the fandom if it makes you feel better. It’s literally just tumblr. Soon, when you’re older, you’ll realise there is way more to life. I’ll continue to write smutty fanfiction, because as you said “write what you want” but when I can’t even do that without people just seeing me as a “big blog” and not a person, what’s the point in posting it?

I hope you get the million followers and the thousands of notes that you crave so desperately.

[skylan666]

This fits so well!😂❤❤👌

Fenk8- Denki Kaminari x Male Reader

After hours of having to rewrite this piece, another half hour of tumblr simply not co-operating, and a few minutes of needing to convince myself that my piece wasn’t trash… I present to you my submission to the BNHA Server Collab. Our prompt was plain and simple, Pen Pals.

Pairing: Kaminari Denki/ Male Reader

Rating: E for Explicit. And C for Crackhead Energy

Kinks: Cyber Sex, Semi-Anonymous Sex, Penpal Sex, Dom!Denki, Daddy Kink, Premature Ejaculation, Cum Eating Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Flexibility, Dumbasses in love

Word Count: 2930

QUICK NOTE BECAUSE I AM A DUMBASS- Paladin is our boy Icyhot… dumbass needed a real Hero name and in a fic I enjoy that is the one he chose. And Flashpoint is our favourite boy Touya Todoroki AKA Dabi. I made him a damn hero because baby deserves it.

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