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wawa-boonliang · 1 year ago

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Flufftober Day Four: Cinderella Moment

Summary: a cliche school dance story based on my BNHA fanfic featuring Bakugou, Izuku, Hitoshi, and Shouto. Also Dadzawa and Papa Mic.

Izuku had always known that he was rather plain looking. For all that he thought his mother was the most beautiful woman in the world, he knew that his own looks were a bit unfortunate. That isn’t to say he thought he was hideous, he just liked to think of himself as realistic.

Add that to the fact that his mom wasn’t exactly in the position to buy him a new outfit for the dance that weekend, and he knew he wasn’t going to be standing out in a good way. People would probably notice him, yeah, but more for his reputation and the fact that he’d probably end up wearing his bright red sneakers because those were the only shoes he had that fit- a birthday gift from his mom.

“I’m thinking about wearing a mask,” Hitoshi’s rather odd non sequitur broke through Izuku’s spiraling thoughts.

Shouto on Izuku’s other side, frowned. “Is it a costume party?”

“Fuck no,” said Kacchan in the passenger seat of the car they were all in. Aizawa sensei was driving them home from school. Well, to his home. Izuku was spending the night because his mom was ill and didn’t want to get him sick. “And no, you’re not, Shitstain,” Kacchan growled. “Even if I have to dress you fucking monkeys myself, you’re not gonna make me look bad by being associated with you freaks.”

“Ok.” “Yes Mom”

Aizawa sighed from the driver’s seat. “You guys have a budget of one-fifty, you hear me? Nothing ridiculous. That’s one-fifty for everything, not one-fifty plus shoes and jewelry.”

“Do I look like someone who wears jewelry, old man?”

“Do I look like someone who wears shoes?”

Aizawa sighed again.

Izuku couldn’t help but feel a bit left out. He’d probably end up wearing his old suit that his mom had bought from a thrift store a few years ago for a formal event. It didn’t quite fit anymore, but he could probably get away with rolling up the sleeves and pretending the too-short pants were a fashion choice.

Probably.

The other boys were going to go shopping with Aizawa and Papa Mic the next day. By popular vote, they were going to the local mall. Izuku was going to try and invite himself along just to hang out. It was always fun being with his friends.

As they pulled up the drive, the front door of the house flew open. Out ran Mic. He was wearing his apron, and the front was stained all over with brown and black smudges. As he got closer, Izuku caught the faintest whiff of smoke.

“Heeeeeey, honey,” Mic laughed nervously once Dadzawa had rolled the windows down.

“Hizashi.” Aizawa was doing the dad-eyebrow thing.

“So,” Mic said slowly. “I might have done that thing you told me not to do.”

“Which thing.”

“The thing where I do things without my glasses on.”

“What did you do.”

“So you know how the oven works?”

“Yes, Hizashi, I know how the oven works.”

“So I accidentally turned the dial in the wrong direction.”

“How wrong.”

“...broil.”

“For how long.”

“...an hour.”

“Did anything get destroyed?”

“...just dinner….and the pan.”

Aizawa closed his eyes and leaned back before staring at the ceiling of the car for a long moment. “Get in.” He said, sounding world weary, though that was fairly normal for him. Kacchan unbuckled and launched himself over the seats, landing in the back row with Izuku, Hitoshi, and Shouto. Izuku grunted as Kacchan kneed him in the stomach, knowing it was probably half on purpose. Kacchan made himself comfortable on top of Hitoshi, throwing his legs across Shouto and Izuku’s laps. Mic shucked off his apron and slid into the vacated passenger seat.

“Ayyyy” Mic grinned. “Mall food lets go!”

“We can go shopping after since we’ll be there anyway, right?” Hitoshi asked, a bit muffled.

“I never said we were going to the mall.”

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They went to the mall.

Without even discussing it, everyone scattered to get their own food, Izuku sticking with Kacchan since he knew the other boy would likely pay for both of them without thinking, since he already knew their financial situation. After everyone grabbed their assortment of junk food and gathered at a table in the food court, Papa Mic cleared his throat to address the table.

“So, we all need to stick together,” he started.

“I never agreed to go shopping tonight.”

“But we can hit all the stores that we want to go to no problem!” Mic finished.

Aizawa glared at him, but didn’t protest again, turning to his bowl of ramen to drown his sorrows. Hitoshi and Kacchan exchanged a look that probably meant they were planning something, and Shouto happily slurped his soba without comment. Knowing Kacchan, they were probably planning on splitting up immediately.

“If you don’t stick with the group, you’re paying for yourself,” Aizawa snapped, though he didn’t really sound angry. Hitoshi stuck out his bottom lip.

“Bold of you to assume I couldn’t.”

“Can you?”

“No.”

After everyone had eaten, Mic lead the way to the nearest clothing store that he thought would have what they would need. “So, what looks are we going for?” Mic asked.

“I want to wear a sparkly dress,” Hitoshi declared.

“Okay,” Mic agreed easily.

Hitoshi froze, visibly not having expected that. “Wait. Really?”

Aizawa gave Hitoshi an appraising look. “Really. Do you actually want a dress, or are you being a turd?”

Hitoshi looked searchingly at Aizawa for a long moment. Then, he got a familiar stubborn look on his face that spelled out well now I have to.

“Yes,” Hitoshi said, crossing his arms. “The sparkliest dress. Men’s fashion is boring.”

“Can I wear something sparkly?” Shouto asked. “Not a dress. I don’t have the legs for it.”

Aizawa blinked slowly, then appraised Shouto as if trying to parse whether or not Shouto meant that literally or if he was messing with him, too. Izuku thought, knowing Shouto, he was being perfectly serious.

“Get whatever you want, lil listeners!”

“One. Fifty.”

“Me and Shitty Hair already agreed on what colors,” Kacchan said. “Red, all the way. With orange and black accents.”

“Awwww, Kacchan, you already have a date?” Hitoshi cooed.

“Obviously. As if you don’t.”

Hitoshi grinned, ears a little pink, and he scratched the back of his head. “Heh, yeah. Fumi and I decided to surprise each other.” Hitoshi winced. “Um. Hopefully he won't regret that.” Izuku held back a snort. Kacchan didn’t.

“Who are you going with, lil listener?�� Mic asked Izuku. Izuku jumped a bit, not expected to be addressed.

“Oooh, uuuhh”

“With me,” Shouto answered for him. “I’m thinking white and green, what do you think, Izuku?”

Izuku felt his whole face turn red as he struggled to find his voice.

Did he think Shouto was objectively the most attractive person in class? Clearly. He wasn’t blind. Shouto had been on the covers of magazines before, for All Might’s sake. People in the streets did double takes when he walked past. He looked like a model.

Also he was kind. And smart. And funny in a very straightforward way. And honest. You always knew where you stood with Shouto.

Usually.

“W-we–I am?” Izuku asked, baffled.

Shouto nodded as if Izuku had agreed. Hitoshi was muffling laughter into his palm. Kacchan, though, Kacchan was looking at him with an odd look in his eyes. Not a negative one. Just odd. Like he was looking at Izuku and seeing something else. He looked like that, every now and then. Izuku never really knew why or what, though.

“Soft greens,” Kacchan declared. “Like mint.”

Shouto nodded solemnly, then turned to disappear into the racks. Hitoshi grabbed Kacchan’s arm. “Ok Mr. Fashionista. Help me find a dress. I’m talking ball gown.”

“You’ll be the prettiest princess there, Shitstain.”

A warm hand landed on Izuku’s shoulder. He looked up at Mic. “Do you want any help, Izuku?”

“Oh, uh, I didn’t bring my wallet.” Izuku flushed.

Aizawa, who had been scrolling on his phone, pretending to ignore them, heaved yet another sigh. “One. Fifty. Oh my god. How many times have I said it?”

“M-me too?” Izuku asked. “B-but”

“One. Fifty.”

“C’mon, Izuku,” Mic laughed. “Before he blows a gasket.”

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Shouto was happy with what he found. A white suit with a soft green shirt. No tie. He found them too restricting. He was debating whether to go with traditional black shoes or to be adventurous and try white or gray, when he heard Izuku emerge from the changing rooms with a typical stumble.

He turned.

He froze.

Izuku was wearing a soft-looking mint green tunic suit with white embroidery. It made his hair and eyes seem even more vibrant than ever. Izuku caught him looking and he shyly pulled on the hem of his sleeve.

“Awwww, kiddo that looks so good on you!” Papa Mic crowed. “I think that’s the one!”

“Y-you think so? Isn’t it a bit much?”

“It’s perfect.”

Izuku turned back to Shouto with wide eyes. Shouto swallowed and repeated. “It’s perfect.”

“Awww, you two look so handsome together.” Papa Mic cooed.

There was loud fumbling from the furthest changing room.

“No, Shitstain, your arm goes here! Goes here! No! There, now hold still.”

“Owch!”

“I said hold still!”

Papa Mic looked concerned. Dadzawa looked bored. “You boys ok in there?”

“No looking!”

“We’re okay, Papa!”

“It’s a fucking surprise.”

When they did emerge, for some reason from the same changing room, both of them were back in their regular clothes, though Hitoshi had a huge bundle of purple fabric in his arms, and Katsuki was holding the hanger of a tuxedo that was a brilliant, shining shade of red. It looked very sleek to Shouto’s untrained eye. “I need a bowtie,” Katsuki declared. “And then I’m done.”

“I need shoes,” Hitoshi declared. “Papa, hold this.” He shoved the bundle into Papa Mic’s arms, who took it and gently shook it out to get a better look. It was, in fact, very sparkly, with shimmering threads of silver twirling across the surface like flowering vines.

“See, babe,” Papa Mic dug an elbow into Dad’s side. “I told you it wouldn’t take that long. It’s not like shopping with Nem. They’re too boys to take that long.”

“That’s sexist.”

“I’m right and you know it.”

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Katsuki had lived this before. Before, he’d stood in the corner, forced to go by his mother, wearing a plain-ass black tux. He’d gone stag. Partly because he hadn’t asked anyone, mostly because people would have been too afraid to say yes had he asked. He’d done little besides drink punch and fuck around on his phone.

This time

“You look great, man,” Kirishima said, softly, offering his arm. Katsuki scoffed and hooked Eijiro’s arm around his before being the one to lead them onto the dance floor. People were already dancing like drunk squirrels, and Katsuki was determined to show them who’s boss.

“You look like someone else dressed you,” Katsuki offered a bit meanly, but Eijiro, as always, read between the lines and laughed. Eijiro was wearing a regular suit, not a tux like Katsuki, but the cut suited him well. It was a darker shade of red than what Katsuki was wearing, but the look of the two shades side by side was pleasing.

Eijiro was about to say something, when he cocked his head to look over Katsuki’s shoulder. “Bro.”

“What?” Katsuki turned around, then he rolled his eyes. “Fucking diva.”

It was his dumbass brother in his dumbass strapless floor-length satin tulle ball gown. Though, even Katsuki had to admit that he – Katsuki, not Shitstain – did a great job picking it out. The glittery violet fabric looked great on Shitstain’s complexion, and Papa did a good job on his hair and make-up. His hair wasn’t the usual gravity defying rats nest. It had been tamed, laying down in curls with the sides braided to meet in the back.

“HITOSHI”

Katsuki had to bite back a laugh. That Fucking Chicken was staring across the room to where Shitstain was descending down the stairs like a fucking princess, beak agape. Before, neither of them had ever been in a serious relationship – to his knowledge anyway. He didn’t think they’d even been friends.

He liked this better.

Hitoshi glided across the floor in his five-inch heels that were made of approximately three pounds of metal, plastic, and glitter. The grace was a result of days of practice walking in them up and down their hallway when he thought no one was paying attention. Well, even Katsuki had to admit it paid off when Tokoyami stared up at him with wide eyes.

“Y-you um your visage is uh er uh the starlight of your countenance h-has” For once, it seemed like the Chicken was lost for words. Hitoshi’s eyelashes dipped shyly as he peered through them at Tokoyami.

“You look handsome,” Hitoshi told him. “Even with how dark it is, you stand out.”

And it was true. Tokoyami was wearing a gray vintage style tailcoat with an overall steampunk vibe. Katsuki might not think he was handsome, but he did stand out.

Tokoyami drew himself up, inhaled deeply, and said. “You’re breathtaking. Even with all of the many lights decorating the room, you stand among them as the brightest.”

And then Katsuki had the great misfortune of seeing their first kiss.

He wasn’t at all pleased.

#fanfic #fanfiction #bnha #dadzawa #eraserhead #bakugou katsuki #bakugou #hitoshi shinsou #shouto todoroki #izuku midoriya #deku #deku mha #my hero academia #mha #flufftober 2023 #flufftober #papa mic #fumikage tokoyami #kirishima eijirou

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theuntamedangel · 11 months ago

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First off, my apologies, it wasn't intentional I missed to add you @bibibbon

Reading your comments, it really does make sense. People say BK has the right to act this way because he was "treated as a special child" when he was young so it totally fine if he carries himself the way he does. What???? That is, under no circumstances, an excuse to bully others, especially some one like Izu who only wanted nothing but the best for this spoilt, entitled, undeserving piece of garbage. Who gave him the authority to portray himself as the sun God and live under the delulu impression that the entire world is inferior to him? And why are his stans equally toxic?

I cant disagree with the fact that he has a good quirk and a potential to be a "hero" and I use this word very loosely for him because he has zero heroic personality traits in him and he doesn't mind killing, which is totally against the MHA verse law. But somehow everyone is OK with it, Dadzawa, the mouse 🐁 principal and AM himself. If my memory serves me correct, this butthole did attempt to murder Izu during one of the training sessions, isn't it? And the adults think it's an excellent breeding ground for their tram work and dynamic to grow and improve? What? Are they OK in the head? I still don't know what purpose this prick serves besides being privileged and ruining the whole show almost single handedly?

Does anyone I've mentioned below like Bk's personality? Do you guys think he's a funny, and quirky? Perhaps I'm the party pooper here. But the way I see things, I he doesn't have an ounce of redeeming qualities in him.

@amethystoceandespiser

@doodlegirl1998

@nutzgunray-lvt

@theloganator101

@palesweetscherryblossom

#ANTI BAKUGOU

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lexosaurus · 4 years ago

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The Illusionist

Dannymay2021 prompt: Illusion

My Hero Academia x Danny Phantom crossover Word Count: 5262 Read on: [ao3]

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“A kid?” Shouta asked.

The muffled sound of an explosion echoed from the other side of the phone line.

“He can’t be older than sixteen.” Kamui Woods' voice crackled through the receiver. “Eraserhead, this is going to sound crazy, but the kid has multiple quirks. We can’t get near him. He keeps...shit, he just flew through another wall!”

Shouta shifted his cell between his shoulder and ear, launching himself up a wall and onto the roof of a low building. He surveyed the distance and saw a bright green light flash from across the city.

That must have been them.

“We need you to nullify the quirks so we can contain him till the Illusionment wears off.”

“Alright,” Shouta said, jumping off the roof. “Send me your location. I’m on my way.”

It was a new villain, one that the public had dubbed ‘the Illusionist.’ His quirk was simple, yet effective. If he touched someone, he could make them hallucinate their worst fear.

So far, the heroes and detectives on the case hadn’t been able to figure out much about the Illusionist himself. He never struck the same victim twice, and he didn’t seem to stick around long enough for pro heroes to find him. Not to mention, the majority of his attacks happened in dark alleyways to the local homeless population, far from any cameras that would have been able to pick up his face.

And that fact made Aizawa’s blood boil. Because these weren’t attacks of revenge. No, they were attacks from someone who thought it was fun to mess with the disenfranchised. Someone who enjoyed exerting their powers over those they perceived to be less than, like some kid on a playground squishing ants beneath their sneakers.

The Illusionist’s influence was powerful, and each victim reacted differently. For some, they just froze up, lying motionless until they were found. For others, they lashed out at anyone who dared get close.

And in a society filled with countless unknown quirks, those of his targets who did lash out—though victims themselves—still needed to be dealt with.

The good news was, the quirk’s effects weren’t permanent, and he seemed to require a fairly long recharge time in between each attack. So the pro heroes never had to deal with more than one victim at a time.

So far, the heroes and police force had figured out two ways of dealing with the Illusionists’ victims. Either the victims were knocked out or put to sleep in some way, which seemed to instantly nullify the hallucination, or the victims were captured and taken to the police station to allow the quirk’s effects to naturally run their course.

Considering the heroes really wanted the victims brought in as peacefully as possible, it had been no surprise to Shouta when the other heroes started calling him in for assistance. Especially when the victims’ hallucinations caused them to fight back.

Such as, apparently, this one.

Shouta sprinted around a corner, panting. The cool night air brushed against his face, chilling his skin. He glanced down at his phone, only to see that Wood’s location had moved once again.

Which meant that the unstable, overpowered victim was on the move.

Wonderful.

Just then, his phone lit up.

Shouta didn’t wait to see who it was. “What is it?”

“Eraserhead,” Kamui Woods said. “We’re going to lead him to you. Meet us over by the abandoned antique warehouse. And keep your phone on you, he’s a flight risk. Literally.”

“Understood. Any injuries?”

“A few civilians, but medics are already on it. Nothing serious.”

“Good.”

Shouta hung up and changed his course. He weaved between buildings, kicking up water as puddles splashed at his feet.

If the heroes needed to lure the kid so far away from people, then things weren’t looking good.

Which meant that he needed to end this. Now.

But he didn’t make it to the warehouse. Not before a flying, glowing figure appeared through the wall, crashing into him first.

On instinct, Shouta activated his quirk and sent his capture weapon to the glowing figure, but his quirk had no effect. As soon as the scarf landed on the boy, he jerked away, phasing the scarf through his body.

Shouta blinked, deactivating and reactivating the quirk again. But just like the before, nothing happened. The figure—the boy—just continued to float in the air, his glowing green eyes staring wildly into the hero as if Shouta were the most terrifying human on Earth. He raised his hand, and a neon green swirling ball began to form around his fist.

“Watch out!” a voice behind him yelled.

Aizawa ducked just in time. The green blast hit the wall just above him, burning into the bricks like acid.

“Eraserhead, hurry!” Best Jeanist yelled.

Shouta tried again to activate his quirk, but it was no use.

The boy screamed, powering up an even bigger blast than last time.

“Eraserhead!”

Tree roots shot out in front of Shouta just in time. The blast hit Kamui Woods’ shield, splintering the roots and sending pieces flying through the air.

“Shit!” Shouta deactivated his quirk and jumped back, falling in line with the heros. “He’s resistant to my quirk!”

“We need to get him away from the residential area,” Best Jeanist said. “Force him to the industrial complex.”

“You’re not forcing me anywhere,” the teen roared back in a thick accent. His white glow ebbed and flowed around him as if he were drunk. “I won’t let you get me!”

“What is he seeing?” Shouta asked the three heroes behind him.

“A kidnapping of some sort,” Hound Dog replied.

“He keeps referring to us as ‘Operatives’. We’re unsure what that means.”

Apparently their talking only angered the glowing teen further. He raised a fist and his eyes brightened, changing from green to blue. “You’re not taking me!”

“Go!” Best Jeanist shouted.

The heroes jumped out of the alley just as the teen released the glowing blue energy ball, coating the pavement in a shockwave of jagged ice.

“How many quirks does this kid have?” Kumai Woods exclaimed.

Aizawa landed on the roof and released his capture weapon. “Doesn’t matter. Get him to the warehouse. I have a plan, but I have to make a call first.”

“Got it!”

The heroes jumped off the roof, chasing the kid out the alley and through another building.

“Don’t lose him!” Hound Dog yelled, running around the corner after him.

Shouta stayed back, pulling out his phone and pressing one of his emergency contacts. He watched as another blue beam glowed from a few blocks over, followed by a burst of green.

What the hell is that kid?

He couldn’t believe what he’d witnessed. The kid could talk, could communicate, and yet he had multiple quirks? In the ten seconds Shouta had seen him, he was witness to flight, phase-shifting, glowing, cryokinesis, a green energy beam, and immunity to Shouta’s quirk.

And yet, the kid wasn’t a nomu. He had intelligence. He seemed like he could have been a regular teen. A glowing one, sure, but a regular teen nonetheless.

So how did he end up with multiple quirks? And how did he become the Illusionist’s latest target? The Illusionist had only ever targeted homeless adults before. How did this teen get caught up in the mix?

Unless he was homeless himself.

The ringing stopped, and a tentative voice picked up from the other line. “Sensei?”

Shouta breathed a sigh of relief. “Shinso, I need you to come to the field. I’ll send you a location. We need your quirk.”

“My quirk?” Shinso asked, disbelief evident in his voice.

One day Shouta would crack through that massive layer of insecurity Shinso still clung onto about his quirk.

“Illusionist hit a kid with multiple quirks. We can’t get near him and he’s resistant to my quirk. We need you to subdue him. Put him to sleep.”

“Okay. I’ll be there soon.”

“Sending a location now.”

Shouta hung up and forwarded his location before darting over to the scene, using the sound of the kid’s frantic attacks as his GPS.

His feet pounded on the concrete. His quirk and capture weapon may have been useless against the kid, but that was fine. All he had to do was stall for time before Shinso could subdue him.

There was a loud bang, followed by a crash. Shouta skidded around the block and, using his weapon, launched himself onto a nearby roof.

There was a large hole in the side of a building that thankfully appeared to be empty. Dust clouded the air, but through it Shouta could see the kid backing into the building like a cornered animal, his arms raised and glowing a threatening acid green.

Kumai woods stepped forward slowly, his arms raised above his head. “We don’t want to hurt you!

“Don’t—don’t come another step!” The teen growled, stumbling to the side. His voice had an odd, echoing quality to it. “I’ve escaped your stupid compound once, and I’ll do it again!”

Shouta jumped down from the roof, landing in front of the heroes. He crouched down, trying to appear as non threatening as possible. “What compound?”

The kid let out a bitter laugh. “Don’t act stupid! You were gloating enough last time!”

“We’re not going to take you to a compound,” Kumai Woods tried.

But reasoning with someone under the Illusionist’s influence was futile. Heroes and police officers had attempted it before, and it never worked.

“I’m not an idiot! I know what you do to people like me!”

Shouta froze, alarm bells going off in his head. Something was just... wrong. On a fundamental level, something wrong had happened to this kid. And based on the way his eyes darted around the empty room, he looked about a second away from making an escape.

Okay, Shouta had to stall. If the kid thought that the heroes were kidnappers, then maybe he could draw this out.

He tilted his head questioningly. “Sorry, I’m new here.” He felt his coworkers’ eyes burning against the back of his skull. “I wasn’t here for the last time.”

The kid’s distorted eyes locked onto him. “I’m sure you’ve read the reports.”

“Haven’t had time, actually. This is my first day.”

“You’re still wearing the suit. You’re still with them.”

Shouta stared at him for a moment. The kid’s stark white hair floated as if defying gravity, and the glow around him had almost an ethereal presence. But what stood out the most to him was his clothing. He was dressed like something out of a laboratory. His suit was thin and rubbery, with rubber gloves and boots to match.

He was definitely the product of a science experiment. There was no doubt about it. Likely a trafficked kid taken from another country and transported here for human experimentation.

Aizawa felt sick.

“Where are you from?” he asked.

“You know where.”

“I told you, this is my first day. I just moved here. I don’t know you yet.”

Apparently, that wasn’t good enough for the teen. “I’m not saying anything. You can ask Operative K over there.” He nodded towards Best Jeanist.

“What sorts of things did they do to you? Last time?”

“I—I don’t—” the teen stuttered, the green glow flickering out from his fists. He clamped his hands over his ears. “Shut up!”

“I don’t want to do those things,” Shouta continued. “I don’t want to...use you like that.”

“It doesn’t matter. If you’re with them, you’re here to take me. And I can’t, I can’t do that again. I’ll never let you take me. I’m smarter than your whole organization and you know it.” His eyes brightened with a frantic energy, warping until one eye was green and the other blue. “I’ve escaped from your stupid white compound once, and I’ll do it again.”

Aizawa rose slowly.

This wasn’t looking good.

Hurry up, Shinsho.

The kid raised his arms, and a swirling mass of green and blue encased his fist, traveling up his forearms and swallowing his elbows. It pulsated and grew, casting a shadow over the teen’s face.

“Eraserhead!” Hound Dog warned.

“I’m not going quietly.”

Shouta readied himself to dodge when a flash of purple caught his eye.

“Hey kid!” Shinso called out.

Glowing green and blue snapped over to the source of the new voice. “What?” he hissed.

Shouta could almost see the satisfied smirk under Shinso’s mask.

“Go to sleep.”

The effect was immediate. The mass of energy faded from the kid’s hands, leaving only his natural white glow. He lowered himself to the ground until his toes were touching the cement, then his knees, and finally his head. Then, just when his eyes fluttered close, a white ring appeared at his waist, traveling up his body replacing the glowing, ethereal teen with a small European looking boy.

“Whoa,” Shinso breathed.

Despite the protests behind him, Shouta slowly made his way over to the teen. His white hair had changed to black, and his skin had lost its glow completely. His laboratory clothes had been replaced with ripped jeans and a dirty white and red shirt.

He looked...plain. Boring and scrawny. If Shouta hadn’t witnessed the terrifying figure just moments ago, he could have passed the boy off as just a quirkless kid.

Whatever he was, he was asleep.

“Good job, Hitoshi,” he said, turning back around to face the heroes. Not to his surprise, his husband and other child were among the group. “Present Mic, Todoroki,” he greeted.

Hizashi—ever the optimist—gave Shouta a cheerful wave along with a chipper, “Hello!” while Shouto stood quietly behind the heroes.

“Who is he?” Shinso asked, eyeing the sleeping teen warily.

Best Jeanist made his way over to the group. “Some kid with multiple quirks. Likely from experimentation. With his amount of quirks, we have no idea what he’s like mentally. We need to get him to the police.”

“We sent them your location already. They should be here soon,” Hizashi said.

“Good.”

Shouta gave the kid one last glance.

What happened to him?

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It didn’t take long before the police, led by Detective Tsukauchi, arrived at the scene. They were able to get the kid into quirk inhibitors, load him into the back of a car, and bring him into the station before he woke up.

Yamada brought the boys back home before meeting him at the station. Shouta made a mental note to grab Shinsho his favorite take-out meal tomorrow for his immaculate quirk usage.

When they arrived at the station, they brought a couch into one of the interrogation rooms, put the kid on it, and waited.

Shouta almost felt bad for him. It would have been scary for anyone to wake up after a traumatic hallucination wearing quirk inhibitors in a cold, unfeeling room. But unfortunately, nobody had known the extent of his quirks. Victim or not, he was still unstable.

Aside from sitting upright, the kid hadn’t moved an inch, and he couldn’t seem to be able to pass the inhibitors through his body like he had with Shouta’s capture weapon.

Which was good. That meant that the quirk inhibitors were doing their job.

Shouta stared at him through the one-way mirror. He’d been half expecting the same frantic energy from the teen boy as before, but the teen just sat there quietly. His slumped body language screamed resigned, while his eyes were slowly shifting around the room as if to memorize every speck of dust in the air.

“You would never suspect that kid would have multiple quirks,” Yamada said next to him. “He just looks so...tiny.”

Aizawa took a large gulp of his much-needed coffee. “And yet, he does.”

The door behind them opened, and a woman stepped through. She stopped in front of Detective Tsukauchi. “He’s not registered. We scanned the database and found no record of anyone with multiple quirks that fit his description. In addition, we ran the sample of the green substance from his projection quirk and couldn’t find any matches to any known compounds on record. We’ve sent the samples out for further testing.”

“No matches?” Shouta asked.

“Interesting.” Detective Tsukauchi said. He turned towards the interrogation room’s door. “I believe it’s time to talk to our victim. Suzuki, I want you to stay outside. I think having more than one adult in the room may scare him off. Use your quirk, though. I have a feeling our victim may be a bit wary.”

The woman nodded and stationed herself next to Shouta. She stared at the boy, blinked, and then her eyes began to glow.

“It’s showtime.”

The moment the doorknob moved, the black haired teen’s body language shifted to something more alert, more guarded. His blue eyes tracked Tsukauchi’s movements until the detective had sat down in his metal chair.

“Hello,” he said. “I’m Detective Tsukauchi. Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble today. Would you like some water?”

The teen didn’t respond.

“Do you remember what happened?”

Based on previous victims’ responses, they had always been able to remember the hallucinations, but they couldn’t recall their actions or where they were during those times.

“It’s okay if you don’t. Again, you’re not in trouble.”

But the kid wasn’t relaxing. If anything, he looked more guarded than before. “If I’m not in trouble, then why am I here?”

“You were hit by a quirk,” he explained. “Have you heard of the Illusionist?”

The teen shifted. “Maybe.”

“He’s a villain who makes people experience their worst fears.”

A spark of recognition hit the boy’s eyes, but it was quickly masked by the previous reserved expression. “So I got hit.”

“Yes. So far his targets have all been random attacks.” Tsukauchi opened his manila folder, pulling out photographs and handing them to the teen. “This was from earlier tonight. Do you remember any of this?”

He scanned the photographs, and Aizawa watched as the color drained from the teen’s face. He stared at the folder in silence for a moment before his shaky voice said, “If I’m not in trouble, I’d like to leave.”

“We just have a few questions we’d like to ask in order to help us catch him.”

“I want to leave.”

Detective Tsukauchi seemed unphased by the kid’s request. “Alright, can I get your name? We can call your parents to come pick you up.”

As expected, the teen didn’t like this. He shoved the photographs back into Tsukauchi’s hands, leaned back against the couch, and crossed his arms. “I’m eighteen. Can I go now?”

“He’s lying,” Detective Suzuki whispered next to them.

Recognition sparked in Shouta’s brain. He remembered her, she had a Lie Detection quirk. It was quite useful for police work.

“In that case, we were unable to obtain any record of any adult with your quirk combinations. Japanese law dictates that every citizen must be registered in our quirk database. So if you are unregistered, then we’d need to go through the registration process before we can release you.”

“I’m not a Japanese citizen.”

“You here on vacation?”

The kid glared to the wall. “Something like that.”

“American?”

“Yeah.”

“How long have you been visiting?”

The teen shrugged.

Tsukauchi jotted something down in his notebook. “Then I’d need to see your passport and visitor’s documentation for the official record, since you are now a victim in an ongoing investigation.”

The teen’s eyes narrowed, and he slumped down further into the cushion. “I don’t have any.”

“What happened to it?”

The teen shrugged.

Yamada leaned into Shouta’s ear. “He’s backed into a corner.”

“Yup,” Shouta took another swig at his coffee. “He can’t get out of this one.”

The teen huffed, frustration and a tint of fear strewn across his features. He ran a hand through his messy black hair. “Listen, can I just go? I don’t remember anything, okay? I was just sleeping and then all of the sudden I...I...he got me. But I swear I wasn’t doing anything, and I didn’t see his face.”

Detective Tsukauchi nodded compassionately. “I’m very sorry that this happened to you. It’s a very vivid and traumatic experience to go through. Unfortunately, we’re in a bit of a bind currently seeing as you are either an unregistered quirk user, or you have no proof that you’re in this country legally. Now if it’s true that you’re eighteen, we can’t let you leave without contacting the US embassy to get your identification.”

Any color left in the teen’s face vanished. “What if...what if they can’t identify me?”

“Can’t identify you? For what reason?”

The teen stood suddenly and walked over to the wall. His hands trembled, and he looked downright terrified.

Who was he scared of?

He picked at the ragged hem of his shirt. “I don’t—I’m not exactly…they—they just don’t know I exist.”

Shouta glanced at Suzuki, who seemed perplexed.

“Is he telling the truth?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Suzuki said. “I don’t know how it’s possible, but he at least believes that he doesn’t have citizenship in Japan or the United States.”

“Even though he’s American.”

“Exactly.”

Aizawa’s brows furrowed, and he looked back at the teen, who was pressed up against the wall wringing his wrists with his fingers.

“Can you give me your name?” Detective Tsukauchi asked.

The teen bit his lip. “Uh it’s—it’s…” His voice was strangled. “It’s Danny Fenton.”

“He’s telling the truth.”

Detective Tsukauchi gave him a comforting smile. “Okay, Danny. And do you know where you were born?”

“Uh…The United States.”

“But, and correct me if I’m wrong, you have no birth certificate? And no documentation to show legal entry to Japan?”

“I—yeah.”

“And you’re here in Japan now. Where have you been staying exactly?”

Danny’s eyes darted around the room. “I don’t know...around?”

“Okay,” Detective Tsukauchi shut his manila folder and stood. “Again, you’re not in trouble. You were a victim of a very serious crime, and we’re here to help you. I’m going to make a quick call, and I’ll be right back. The door’s unlocked if you need anything.”

If anything, that only made Danny look more anxious than before. He nodded, his face sheet white, and he tugged at the inhibitors on his wrists.

“What’s gonna happen to him?” Yamada asked quietly. He was dressed in his civilian clothes, and his hair was thrown up into a messy low bun. Without his uniform, his compassion towards the child shined out like a beacon.

It was one of the many qualities that Shouta loved about him. His strong sense to protect the innocent, his caring nature to kids and those who were vulnerable in society, and the kindness he radiating from his being were qualities that were rare even among heroes.

“We’ll contact the US embassy, but if the boy’s telling the truth and he doesn’t have a social security number or birth certificate, then he’ll get picked up by Musutafu’s social services and he’ll be put into the system.”

Yamada stared sadly at the child through the mirror. “He’ll just run away again.”

“He will,” Shouta agreed.

“I wish we could help him.”

Shouta sighed. “We can’t save everyone.”

“But you see it, don’t you?” Yamada asked. “There’s something going on that the kid’s not telling us. How else could he have gotten multiple quirks? Do you think it has anything to do with the League?”

Shouta glanced back at Danny, who was currently crouched against the wall with his head in his hands. He looked so small, so fragile. Aizawa could only wonder what events had led him here.

Just who was Danny Fenton?

“Shouta, we can’t let him out on his own. We just can’t.”

Shouta sighed, running his thumb along the side of his coffee cup. “I know,” he said.

And he meant it.

---

“So…” Shouta started.

Danny just looked tired.

It had been a long night. Detective Tsukauchi got a hold of the US embassy’s emergency line, but they didn’t have any records of a Danny Fenton that had left the United States, nor did they have a single missing children’s report of a Danny Fenton, nor could they supposedly dig up any information of a Danny Fenton based on the information that Danny himself supplied, specifically that he was born in Illinois in a city called Amity Park.

It was as if he didn’t exist.

Detective Suzuki’s quirk was powerful, and it didn’t seem like Danny was able to fool it. After he met her and she explained her quirk to him, he finally admitted he was only fifteen. So then who was this kid? If he was from Amity Park, why did the United States have no record of him?

The heroes knew he had parents, but apparently—and Suzuki confirmed this—they’d disowned him, giving him to some shady organization. Danny wouldn’t say to who ended up with custody of him, but from what they’d been able to piece together, it hadn’t been good.

And any further digging just resulted in Danny clamming up.

So Danny was a runaway, one that apparently didn’t exist in either country he had lived in. And there was something out there that had terrified him into escaping to Musutafu and hiding here.

But he wouldn’t say what.

Regardless, the Musutafu police department now had a case of a minor in Japan who didn’t have any parents, guardians, or any known relatives in the country, nor did he have any record of housing at any point.

It was as if this kid were a ghost or something.

“What’s gonna happen to me?” Danny asked, hugging himself in his chair.

He seemed smaller up close. Too small.

“Well, social services will take you and place you in foster care,” Shouta responded.

“Oh…” Danny looked down. “You know...you’ve seen my powers. I’ll just disappear the moment we leave this building.”

Shouta raised his brows.

Of course, they all knew it. But the kid certainly had guts for admitting it out loud.

“Who are you running from?” Shouta asked.

Danny blinked at his bluntness. “No one.”

Shouta leaned in. “Is it the League of Villains? Are you connected with them?”

Danny’s arms shot out from his sides, waving frantically in front of his face. “No! No, I swear! I’m not a villain!”

“I didn’t say that.”

“I…” Danny looked lost.

“You have multiple quirks. That’s something the league’s been experimenting with. And they’re not shy about using real people to do so.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what to say. I’ve never met them.”

“But you weren’t born with multiple quirks,” Shouta said. “Something happened that made you this way.”

He could see as all the pieces slowly crumbled inside Danny. The kid went from looking confused, to downright terrified.

Bingo.

Aizawa’s instincts never failed him.

“Please, just let me go,” Danny begged. “I promise I won’t do anything. Please don’t hurt me.”

Shouta’s eyes widened. “Kid, slow down. I’m not here to hurt you. Okay? I’m on your side.”

That didn’t seem to help Danny at all.

Shouta set his arms on the table where Danny could see them. “You know, one of my foster kids has multiple quirks.” It was a half lie, but he didn’t think that Shouto would mind.

Sure enough, that seemed to pique Danny’s interests. “Really?”

“Yeah. Great kid, about your age. His father was experimenting with creating children who could house multiple quirks to offset his own quirk’s disadvantages, and my foster son came out of it. Just like you, he spent a lot of his life hiding too. He was alone, and scared. He didn’t know what to do or who he could trust, so he just hid.”

“What changed?” Danny asked.

“He asked for help,” Shouta said. “And we were able to bring him into a stable home.”

Danny’s eyes clouded over, and his face transformed into one of longing. As if he were visiting a memory that had long since abandoned him.

“We can get you that help too if you ask for it.”

“I...I can’t…”

Shouta sighed. “How long are you going to keep hiding? Running? Are you really okay with spending the rest of your life out on the streets?”

Danny ducked his head down. “It’s not so bad,” he muttered.

“But kid, you deserve so much more than that.”

The teen’s shoulders shuddered. He sniffed, and his hand shot up to wipe his eye.

Shouta refused to look away from him. “I don’t know how you got here, I have no idea what you’ve been through, but I know that you didn’t deserve it, and that regardless of what you think, you deserve a safe place to go home to.”

“I...I…” he croaked, curling into himself. Tears splashed onto his cheeks.

“You’re strong, you’ve done so much alone. Now we can help you.”

“I can’t…”

“You can, Danny.”

At that, Danny broke. He squeezed his eyes shut, twisting his hoodie in his hands. Shouta watched as he tried to muffle his sobs, but he couldn’t. His body shook as his emotions poured into the open.

Shouta didn’t know how long this kid had been holding it all in. Just how many days, weeks, months had he been shoving everything down, too focused on surviving each day to be able to stop and feel?

Pain stabbed Shouta’s heart. He remembered that torment all too well, one of homelessness, of abuse, of not knowing where his next meal was coming from and fighting for the bare necessities. Although he wasn’t so much of a soft, touchy-feely guy himself, right now he wanted nothing more than to reach over and hug the crying teen.

When it seemed like Danny was finally able to pull himself together, Shouta leaned in and asked, “Will you let me help you, Danny?”

Danny scrubbed at his eyes and nodded.

“If you want,” he said, making sure to articulate each word clearly. “I can assist you in getting placed in a good home. There’s another option too.”

“Yeah?”

“The other option is you can stay with me.”

Danny stilled, his eyes shooting open and his lips dropping to form a small ‘o’.

“My husband and I have a city approved foster home, and we also happen to have an open bed at the moment. Given your unique situation, I have the option of housing you if you’ll let me.”

Danny didn’t respond. He just continued to stare at Shouta in shock.

“Of course,” Shouta said quickly. “If you are uncomfortable with that, and it’s okay if you are, there are other good foster homes out there that I personally know and can get you placed in. It’s whatever you prefer.”

The teen closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he finally looked back at Shouta, he had that same longing expression as before. “If it’s alright...could I stay with you? At least for a little while?”

The corners of his lips tugged up. He remembered all too well when Yamada turned to him just before Shouta was about to age out of the foster system and asked him if he wanted to move in together. He remembered the shock, the surprise that anyone could possibly care that much about him, that anyone would want to live with him.

And now, he had a family. One that was about to become a little bigger.

“Of course. I’d love to have you.”

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pervysenpaix · 3 years ago

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(Idk if you're taking these kind of things anymore, if not then you can ignore this but i NEED TO GET THIS IDEA OUT)

Ok now hear me out-- HEAR ME OUT

So its at night, and (y/n) is watching over Eri. Eri, sweet child, is very stubborn when it comes to going to sleep. So (y/n), in all her sexy goddess glory, lays down on the couch with Eri laying her head on (y/n)'s chest and turns on the TV for slow jazz. And sings her a lullaby. (The song im referring to is Angel Eyes by Ella Fitzgerald Remastered)

So she sings the song in such a beautiful, low tone that lulls Eri to sleep. Not to mention (y/n)'s heart also helping the little girl to sleep. BUT what she doesn't know is that Mirio and Izuku walk in the living room and just stare in awe that (y/n) CAN SING LIKE THIS??? HELLO??? WHY HAVEN'T THEY HEARD HER SING BEFORE?? ABSOLUTE GODDESS WTF And on top of that, they're just in a daze on how she treats Eri. Like a daughter.

And booyyyyyyy does that turn them on 💀

After putting Eri in her room, now asleep, (y/n) gets yanked in a bedroom far away from Eri's room. (so she can't hear)

And its Izuku and Mirio, sandwich-ing her, kissing her and undressing her at the same time. Just spewing praise after praise, telling her that they want to see her belly swollen with a child and how she'll look so gorgeous. And they breed. And b r e e d. Just-- BREED

M&Ms

I think I can work with that.

WARNING 18+ NSFW CONTENT Minors DNI

After a tiresome day in the fighting crime with kindness and serving justice with a smile, boyfriends Izuku and Mirio trudge go their shared apartment excited to hop in bed with their gorgeous girlfriend. Who was, most likely, knocked out after babysitting their baby sister ? child of choice? rescuee ? It doesn’t really matter, she was baby sitting little Eri because Dadzawa had a date and they had patrol.

Much to their surprise, you weren’t asleep. No no. An angelic melody rang out in the otherwise quiet apartment. Barely distinguishable above the symphonic sounds of smooth jazz, but ever present nonetheless.

The source of this mesmerizing tune ?

Why none other than their divine darling, Y/N L/N, cradling little Eri and rubbing her head as you hummed the soulful sonnet.

“Love?”

Mirio called, voice inexplicably tense and pants surprisingly tight. Discomfort in his lower half growing significantly when your does met his.

Although your sung had stopped, the tune of rapid heartbeat paired well with the angelic hum that reverberated from your dazzling smile.

“Hi, baby. How was patrol ?” Addressing them in a hushed tone, as to not disturb the sleeping child. It was so sweet and considerate. Even , dare I say, instinctive.

Maternal instincts that is.

“It was fine, puppy” Midoriya moves forward, pressing a swift kiss to your forehead before settling on the nearby recliner. “Surprised that you’re still up. Long day ?” Mirio perches on the armrest, hand resting casually on the greenette’s neck as they regard you.

A soft laugh escapes your lips, a beautiful sound. One that rivals the sweet melody that greeted them upon entry.

“Eri and I went out for ice cream. Chocolate ice cream.” Both men nodded, chuckling softly as you continued. “She had a lot of energy. We played all day. Then she wanted her hair braided like mines.” Gesturing to the two French braids that mimicked your own feedins.

They cute gworl, got lil beads and errthang.

“After that she was so excited she couldn’t get to sleep by herself. So I turned off all the lights and turned on my ‘goodnight’ playlist and she was out like a light.”

You neglected to add that you also slipped her a couple Melatonin gummies but what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.

They were so proud of you. Of course you’d have a solution, you did everything right ! That’s why they chose you. That’s why they loved you. You always had the answer and knew what to do. A perfect little homemaker.

They tip toed behind you, peaking over your shoulder as your tucked the child into the guest bedroom and kiss her forehead. Watching with hearts in their eyes when you placed her teddybear and turned on the nightlight.

You were a natural.

It seemed like you were having a really good time, so who are they to get in the way of a good thing ? Want to take care of someone ? Bet.

Let’s make it full time.

As soon as you closed the door hands were on you. Pinching and pulling. Touching and rubbing. All while walking you upstairs towards the bedroom.

By the time you’d made it to the comfort of your silk sheets, you were already completely naked.

“What’s g-going on?”

Laughing breathlessly, you looked down at the two heroes that had attached themselves to your nipples. Bobbing their head as they suckled the buds, just like they do when they’re licking each others cocks.

“Sounded so pretty” Mirio groaned, large hands spreading your thighs apart while his tongue flickered over your peak. “Looked so pretty”.

His thumb swiped down your clit, collecting your arousal as it flowed from your cunt. Slick glistened from his digit when he held it up for the two of you to see. Midoriya lurched forward, replacing his mouth with his fingers and licking the fluid from his lover’s hand.

“Fuck” you whined, the sight was dizzying. Mirio rolling your nips between his teeth while Midoriya sucks his thumb like a starved whore.

Accurate description. Because when he’d licked your pussy sauce clean, he dove down to get it straight from source. Groaning when he lips came in contact with yours, French kissing your nether regions.

Midoriya was going to town in that kitty Kat. Licking and slurping up your fold and against your bud. Mirio had to shove his tongue down your throat so you’d shut the fuck up. Didn’t want you to wake your houseguest.

“Gotta be quiet , love.” Wet tongue sliding against your jawline while he placed open mouth kisses on your face and neck while tweaking your nipples with his nimble fingers. “Gotta practice for when the babies are sleeping.”

Tf you mean sir ? Is what you would’ve said if Izuku tongue wasn’t moving like black whip in your cunt.

Speaking of black whip.

A tendril slithered around your neck and two joined his fingers in your cunt. Stretching you out in preparation for the premeditated assault they were about to place upon your pussy.

Back arched, mouth agape, you wailed the pro hero’s name as you came. Mirio allowed it that time because you sounded so fucking pretty.

“That’s a good guuurl” Midoriya drawled, hot breath fanning over your bundle while he watched your core flutter around the remnants of his quirk.

“Gotta stretch you good, puppy. Gotta make sure my son can fit.”

That’s not really how that works so but who are you to complain when Mirio is pushing four fingers in the back of your throat and rubbing your saliva on the head of his cock.

The bastards didn’t even properly undress. Just poked their dicks through their zippers and positioned themselves between your legs.

Realization dawned upon you when you observed their angle. Two dicks , one cunt. Isn’t it rude to double dip ? Guess not, you’re not scared though babe.

We’ll die like men.

Heat.

Hot fire shoots through your nerve endings at the feeling of their lengths stabbing at your core. It was a tight fit. But they managed. Dicks rubbing against eachother pleasurably as they breached your hole.

“Wider , baby. Wider” Midoriya pants, shallow thrusting to burrow further into your cunt.

Mirio’s hand snaked underneath your ass, spreading on the small of your back and angling your body so they could slide in deeper.

“DADDY!” you howled, making the pair chuckle.

“Not yet, but we’re gonna be.”

Slow , slow, slow. They moved in unison. Pushing further inside until they where seated in your cervix. Their eyes were blown black when they saw the bulge of their fat cocks in your tummy.

“Imagine when it’s our baby poking out of there” izuku whispered, running his scared fingers over your pudgy tummy.

“She’s gonna look so cute. Waddling around” You swore you saw hearts in his eyes. Stupid Himbo. His dumb expression had you creaming around their cocks, drawing low groans and rumbles.

“Even cuter when she’s taking our cocks” they started to move , “imagine her chunky ass getting fucked stupid while she’s bloated with our kid”

Everybody’s moaning and panting. Wet cunt squelching and balls slapping.

This shit was rated porn.

Your orgasm was approaching rapidly, the coil tightening making you babble. Izuku, being the observant boi he is, noticed the telltale signs of you orgasm and tightened his whip around your neck while expelling a few more tendrils to flick at your buds.

Squiring is an understatement.

Your arousal SPRAYED all over them. Hero suits ? wet. Sheets ? ruined. Mind ?blown. Hotel ? Trivago.

Mirio whistled lowly and Midoriya clenched his teeth, you were squeezing them so tight. Taking them so nicely. They were gonna -

“Cum. Gonna cum” Midoriya yelped, picking up the pace and drawing whimpers from the blonde with the added friction.

“Gonna make you a mommy. You want that , yeah ? Wanna have my fuckin’ kid ?”

You nodded and Mirio laughed.

“Fuck yeah she wants it. Gonna be so pretty. Sitting her cute ass at home. Waiting for us to get back and fuck her stupid.”

“Like a little incubator” Midoriya’s fingers dug into your flesh. “ a slutty little cum holder”.

Was it possible to cum again ?

Apparently so , because you came for the third and final time that night.

An orgasm so powerful that it milked their cocks draw. Pouring their souls out like Drake does on the track. Squeezed like the last bit of toothpaste. It was a lot.

“Fuuuuuuuck” Midoriya groaned, resting his forehead against your knee as he fucked through the aftershocks.

“Yeah” Mirio panted, chest heaving and eyes clenched shut as the final spurts of cum poured into you.

“You okay , puppy?” They pulled out in unison and the greenette shoved two fingers into your core to keep you plugged. Can’t take any chances.

Unintelligible babbles and dopey smiles were all you could muster. They’d filled you up and fucked you senseless.

Feeling satisfied, Mirio rummaged through the nightstand for a toy to plug you with while they took a quick breather.

It was gonna be a long night.

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angst-king · 2 years ago

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Late night hot cocoa

((parent dadzawa x child reader )) It was late, very late when Shouta pulled into the driveway of his home. Stepping inside his home he takes off his shoes, prepares to shower, and head to bed. But when he starts walking to his room he hears a soft.

“D-daddy” The voice sounded rather small, strained, and tired. Confused Shouta looked around the room until he saw where the source of the name came from.

A small child sitting on the couch holding their cat stuffie (muffin). Giving a small smile Shouta walked over to them and crouched down.

“Hey there anklebiter, what are you doing up?” It was strange for them to be awake, even if they were waiting for Shouta to come home. Usually, He’d come home and find them passed out on the couch or in his bed. When the child tried to answer they let out a couple of rough-sounding coughs and a whimper. Holding their painful throat and sniffling.

Shouta caught onto this and reached out to feel their forehead. Frowning the feeling of overheated skin was pressed to his. He tutted softly and stated.

“You’re sick” But of course, the kid tried denying it, shaking their head no.

“I’mb fide daddy” Shouta seemed a little confused as to why the kid refused the idea of being sick.

“And why do you say that?” “Because daddy’s busy.” That broke the man’s heart, they thought because he was busy that they couldn’t be sick. As if there had to be ‘timing’ to be sick. Shaking his head, he slides onto the couch and pulls the child into his arms. “Problem kid, just because I’m busy doesn’t mean you can’t be sick. It's not up to you or my schedule as to when you don’t feel good.” “But, it's late daddy?” “You come first. I know it's late you don’t wanna keep me up but. I chose to be a parent, and that means staying up late with you when you don’t feel good.” “O-okay daddy” Smiling a little, kissing their forehead Aizawa then asked.

“Now, do you wanna stay on the couch or in your bed?” The kid started to twiddle their fingers shyly. Noticing the bashfulness, Shouta knew something was up.

“What’s up kid?” Looking away from their father they muttered in a small voice. “Wadda sleep id your bed” Hearing this Shouta laughs a little and picks them up. “Alright, then let's go.” Carrying them to his room he places them on the bed and sets down his hero gear. Taking off his capture weapon, gear belt, and goggles. He packs them away and says.

“I’m gonna get somethings for you, so sit tight.” The child nods and crawls under the covers holding Muffing close to them. Leaving the bedroom Shouta gets a big fuzzy blanket, some medicine, and lastly some hot chocolate in the kid’s favorite mug. Shouta also got a cup for himself.

Bringing all those items into his room, he sets the hot chocolate and medicine on his nightstand.

“Alright, anklebiter, I got you things to help you,” Aizawa announces as he sits beside them on the bed. Wrapping it around the small child, Shouta made sure they were comfortable before giving them the medicine. Taking it without fuss worried the black-haired man. All they did was gulp it down and lean into Shouta’s side.

Gingerly petting them on the head, Shouta reaches for the hot chocolate.

“I’m sorry you feel so yucky, problem child. Think some hot cocoa will help?” This seemed to bring some light into those tired little eyes of theirs. Making grabby hands for their kid-sized mug, Aizawa hands it to them.

“Blow on it kiddo it's hot.” Nodding, the child softly blows on it to cool down the hot drink. Taking a sip they smiled a little. Wrapping his arm around the kid he smiles tiredly.

“Thanks, daddy” “You’re welcome Lil problem child. Now drink up and try and get some sleep. I’ll call off in the morning if you’re not any better.” Shouta takes a swig of his hot chocolate.

“Ok daddy”

#mha parent scenarios #dadzawa

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lesbibaku · 3 years ago

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recommend some bkdk fics !! <33

*cracks knuckles* let's start.

(All of them are on ao3 and all of them are sfw:))

Romeo and Romeo by supercrunch is one of my comfort fics. Katsuki is just adorable and deku's any extrovert in quarantine. Side pairing is iidachako which I love honestly. Also katsukis' dog is so cute!

I read A Fever You Can't Sweat Out by TargaryenJedii yesterday and it definitely didn't disappoint! This fic is definition of hurt/comfort and dadzawa. I love how supportive the class, and teachers are.

i wish i may i wish i might by writedeku is another comfort fic of mine. I read it whenever I'm feeling sad and it cheers me up. I just wanna say that I'm sucker for tdbk friendship.

I normally don't read gen fics but Never Take Your Problem Children to Costco by DanceInTheKitchen is definitely an exception. I love bestie troublemaker bkdk honestly. They're gremlins ok? Also this fic is a complete crack & humor so I would suggest to not read it in public places!

Never regret thy fall by nekoelisan is just masterpiece. I love the sun & Icarus reference, the whole fic feels like poetry. I'm in love with authors' writing style and the way they describe katsukis' feelings. I don't remember how I found this fic but I'm glad I did.

When Love Decides to Stay by princejaelofbabylon felt like a slap in the face because I'm a person who can't just let go of things no matter how much they hurt me. Sometimes I reread it just to remind myself that it's okay to let someone go.

High Hopes by edema_ruh shattered me in million pieces and I'm still picking them up. Tbh I don't think I'll ever recover from this fic. I'm a person who loves angst but damn I never knew a person surviving would hurt me this much but here we are:,)

caramel dynamite supernova by deadwriter16 is fluffy and adorable. We love izuku "kacchan's amazing" Midoriya in this house (￣∇￣) they're so whipped and in love with eachother GOD.

The Night We Met by majjale ripped my heart out and tried to put it back in the place (emphasis on tried). It's so heartbreaking to see izuku dying over and over again and katsuki can't do anything about it. I actually didn't understand the ending at first but everything became clear once I read the sequel.

Our Way Out by Ana_Writes is one of my first fics that I've read on ao3. Anas' writing style is very unique. I remember being in awe when I first read it. Also ponytail katsuki is superior!!

colors of a ghost by ladyofsnails was my first ghost deku story. I remember reading it when there was storm outside (which gave it more creepy & scary vibe???).

So Much Worse Than A Phantom Limb by s_the_queen is incredible. Swags' ooc ochako is the only ooc ochako I'll accept. I love how supportive mina, kirishima, kaminari, jirou, asui and ALMOST whole class were. Also bakumomo friendship y'all!

I feel like A Split Second by jesskrt is kinda like origin to Spideydeku. It's inspired by that scene in spiderman where that girl fell off the building & Peter tries to save her but couldn't.

As soon as I saw the summary of Lubēre, Libēre by empressvika I knew it would hurt. So of course I read it. I like how in this fic deku is the one who's struggling to identify his feelings and not katsuki. Because I feel like that's canon in the manga.

wrinkled oranges, pigeons, and other sweet things to call your significant other by sapphicflower is that bittersweet fic that makes me feel mix of different kind of emotions. Old bkdk makes me feel so sad? And happy??? At the same time😭 I feel happy because they did grow old together but at the same time it's sad but not in the bad way. Like when you realize that your sibling grow up and you feel nostalgic kind of way.

The Tale of the Red-Eyed Demon by Seeress is one of my first bkdk fics I've read. And it's amazing. Honestly anything by Seeress is a piece of art. I would recommend all of their fics.

How to Train Your Useless Dragon by Mikacrispy is the fic I never knew I needed. As you can guess its inspired by How To Train Your Dragon. I love how author combined HTTYD and MHA universes together. Definitely worth reading.

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I'm considering making a full masterlist of bkdk fics I'd recommend because that's definitely not all. What do y'all think?

Also while writing this I realized that most of the fics I read are oneshots, so if y'all knew sfw long bkdk fics (that aren't TWYUTD because I already read it) lemme know!

Thanks for the ask xinilia! And I'm sorry I wasn't able to answer it sooner:( I was very busy.

(Post edited because apparently some links were broken lxjsijss)

#first ask #bkdk #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugou #ktdk #mha #fic recs #katsudeku

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cloudy-zephyr · 2 years ago

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Bakugou x Shinsou + dadzawa

No cws, just fluff!! Some scenes of "oh god aizawa can't know" (but he does hehe)

Dad- aizawa

Papa- hizashi

- in hitoshi's dorm-

"Shut up, fucker. You're way too loud," Bakugou snorts in the dark room, a room he wasn't even *supposed* to be in so if his boyfriend wants him to *stay* then he better shut the fuck-

"But Kats,,, im cold as fuck and you won't get closer," said boyfriend pouts and attempts to scooch over on the bed.

"No, it's too hot just lay down oh my god," he rolls his eyes, "you're gonna get us caught and in trouble."

"No im not! If you cuddled with me we wouldn't even be here and-!" His ramble is cut off by a knock on the door. Shit.

"Hitoshi?? You okay?" It's aizawas voice.

Aizawa is Hitoshis dad and doesn't know he and bakugou are together,, much less *together* past curfew.

"Yeah!! Just talking to myself about this uh show I have on!!" Hitoshi lies, hoping its enough to get his adoptive father to leave him alone.

"Okay, goodnight toshi"

"Yeah, goodnight,"

"Holy fuck, he's so stupid," bakugou scoffs but finally relents and holds Hitoshi close.

-at the aizawa-yamada residence-

"Hey, dad and papa?" Hitoshi stood in the kitchen one Saturday morning.

His dad hummed and glanced in his direction, prompting him to continue.

"Is it okay if Ka- ahem,, uh Bakugou comes over?" *great job, stupid you almost just told them.*

"Sure. Just don't be too much noise, we have to work from home and do paperwork and grade," papa says as he eats his toast.

"Thanks!" Hitoshi runs off to his room to text his boyfriend.

🐱💥 cat-suki

Mind freak 💤: you can come over :)

🐱💥: ok

💤: okaayyy??? Hurry tf up >:(

🐱💥: don't tell me what to fuckin do!

💤: oh stop whining

🐱💥: open your front door before I turn around and go home

💤: bitch you better not 😦😦😦

🐱💥: whore.

💤: damn. Omw

Hitoshi laughs and goes to open the door and let his boyfriend in, making sure his parents aren't in the room and give him a quick kiss.

"Cmon, got a new game the other day."

The couple heads up to Hitoshis room, Aizawa and Hizashi sharing a look after seeing their sons smile and his *friends* soft look.

- at school, specifically aizawas class-

The class is loud, per usual, but something has Kaminari especially wound up.

"Kaminari, would you like to share with the class or be quiet so I can continue the lesson?" Aizawa stood at the front of the room, looking incredibly bored and slightly irritated that Kaminari won't stop passing notes to his friends and giggling.

"I know a secret sir and it's eating away at me!" Kaminari yells, then slaps a hand over his mouth and looks over at bakugou.

If looks could kill, then fly high kaminari because Bakugou just killed him.

"Hmm, and is that secret more important than your education?"

Kaminari is practically vibrating in his seat, and opens his mouth, "Hitoshi is dating a loud blonde!" He yells, and immediately puts his head down.

Hitoshi looks mortified, and Bakugou is about to go in for the kill.

Aizawa just laughs, and everyone goes dead silent.

"Kaminari, you said you had a secret. A secret is something no one knows, and I think everyone knew my son and Bakugou are together. Now you can join me for lunch detention for yelling and disrupting the class. I suggest next time you blurt out someone's secret, tell me something I don't know."

Hitoshi is pretty sure he died of mortification, and bakugou even looks a little sheepish.

AAAHH i love shinbaku so much please 🤲 accept this offering shinbaku nation

#mha headcanons #bakugou #bnha #bnha aizawa #shinsou x bakugou #mha shinso hitoshi #🐱💥 bakugou 💥🐱#💤 shinsou 💤#🖤🐈 aizawa 🐈🖤

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narwhalsarefalling · 3 years ago

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hey hey do you mayhaps have any fic recs for fics where we can see more of the details of the hero society? idk how to explain it but something like razzmatazz by xylophones length of the fic or ships or the rating don't really matter to me. its just really interesting to see peoples takes on the functioning of the hero society. and also if the premise of two fics feels similar that's fine rec both of them, just any recs you have on this would be great!

- 🍀

Worldbuilding of Hero Society? Quirk Science? You mean my favorite brands of fic ever? ON IT, BOSS!

Switchblade- I will rec this a thousand times and a thousand times more. goes a lot into the details of underground heroes, the MLA and the beginning of quirk rights, the underworld in general, and so many other cool things. Izuku gets kidnapped for one week and has no memory of the whole week. The fic is about piercing together the events that happened to him through cryptic dreams and the actions of those around him while balancing a good school/work life. Also includes some fun perks like early Bakugou apology/redemption, Ojirou and Shouji friendship, and so many other fun cryptic things like snowglobes, slime mold, and shapeshifting.

Know you can be a Hero (Cause we've seen you do it)- Izuku vounteers at a quirkless clinic. It goes into some worldbuilding with quirkless folks. Its not particularly my cup of tea because I prefer a more nuanced recognition of quirkless folks, but I personally still enjoyed it and the cute "omakes." Plus, the Dadzawa and Dadmight is adorable.

Sum of All (And by them driven)- Gonna be honest- I haven't actually read this all the way through, but it was recced to me by a dear friend and I trust their judgement. It's an AU but includes a lot of worldbuilding that strikes my fancy.

An education in Interruption- I consider this required reading (along with "Learning Curve") for anyone looking to get into worldbuilding surrounding quirks, and also anyone looking for creative fic recs! It's a self insert where you're a teacher at a school for kids with "villainous" quirks, or quirks that can cause disasters if left unchecked. It has a very good outlook on society in general, specifically for those who might not be considered lucky in the way of quirks and how they think of certain things. It's really cool! (there's also a character sheet you may need to reference from time to time)

Let's finish what we've started- It's Debilitation Quirkless Disorder awareness day, where people from all over social media share their stories and experiences struggling with DQD. Social Media fic

Debilitating Quirk Disorder (DQD)- A blanket term to encompass an assortment of unique genetic anomalies that arose soon after the dawn of quirks. This condition is easily summarized as when a person’s quirk, quirk functions, or quirk side-effects are overtly harmful to the owner.

In the Shade of a Sunflower- I'm not sure if it's really ok to rec my own fics in these types of posts, but I will anyway! Its a collection of short stories featuring Izuku experiencing Just Quirkless Things(tm) like Appendicitis, getting your wisdom teeth out, and eating hot peppers without dying.

See it all in Bloom- Obviously I have recced this before, but I really can't get enough of it. The hopefulness of society as a whole makes me very happy, so I reread it often. Oneshot collection featuring class 1-A ten years after graduation.

Learning Curve- The second part of your required reading for this subject. Bounces back between a lesson Aizawa gave in class about the basics of quirk science and what humans as a whole know about it, and seeing the lesson put into action when they're kidnapped by scientists wanting to study their quirks. Includes some great Dadzawa moments. In particular I really like the way the POV changes and how it's written in general. Written by @pocketramblr so you know this shit is good.

I also have a few more recs in my fic collection on AO3 if you want to dig through more options.

Remember to leave a comment on all of these nice fics! The authors worked really hard to prepare them for you, so remember to say thank you!

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #bnha #bnha fic recs #izuku midoriya #yagi toshinori #quirk science #worldbuilding #aizawa shouta #midoriya izuku #toshinori yagi #shouta aizawa #the narwhal speaks #ask #anonymous

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kywaslost · 2 years ago

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Hi!! I was wondering if you could write a dadzawa fic where his daughter blames herself for what happens to him in the manga because she feels like she wasn’t helpful in the fight and that her quirk isn’t as great as her dads? Maybe some comfort from him and talking our their trauma together? :)

You Blame Yourself - Dadzawa Comfort

A/N: Hi! I haven’t read the manga, so sadly I don’t know what you mean and I don’t want to google it and spoil it for myself, so I’m sorry! But I didn’t want to ignore your request, so I’m basing it around the USJ attack. Hope that’s ok!”

You remember that day as if it were yesterday. The league appeared in the middle of USJ. You and your classmates being split up. Fighting your way back to your father. Seeing his limp body smashed in the concrete. Getting a strong whiff of iron. All you could see was blood. Your father’s blood. All Might was there, fighting the creature that had done this to Aizawa. You couldn’t just stand by and watch the scene unfold. No, your father raised you to never hold back in a fight. But he also taught you to never bite more than you can chew.

Your quirk was an exact replica of Aizawa’s, you just couldn’t use it as well. No one could blame you, you’re young.

You had made it to safety up with your classmates and other pro-heros, trying to fight your way to the front to see what was going on. Present Mic was there, holding you back.

“No, Y/N,” he said sternly. “You don’t need to see this.”

“Where’s dad?” you demanded. “Move, Mic!” You shoved him, but he didn’t move. You caught a glimpse over his shoulder, though, the sight startled you.

“Y/N, get out of here,” Mic pleaded. “Eraser’s ok, I promise.”

“The hell he’s not!” You screamed, tears brimming your eyes. “Let me help!” You activated your quirk, h/c hair rising in the air along with your capture weapon. “Let me do what dad can’t right now!”

Mic held you tightly, then sighed. “Fine, but you’re staying up here, out of sight.” He passed you to Kirishima, who was watching anxiously from behind. “Keep her up here. I’m going down there.” When the red-head nodded, Mic screamed, using his quirk as he got closer to the nomu.

You tried your hardest to keep your eyes open, but the temptation to close them was growing stronger. You felt weak, and like the villains below you were too strong for you. Your body felt heavy.

“Y/N, you ok?” Kirishima asked worriedly. “Maybe you should---”

“No,” you muttered, blinking before reactivating your quirk. “I’m ok.” Not a moment passed before your eyes slipped shut again and Kirishima had to catch you before you hit the ground.

Fast forward a few weeks, and you were curled up in the corner of the couch in your home. Aizawa was out of his cast, and moving on his own. Hizashi kept a close eye on him from the counter as Aizawa made himself a cup of coffee.

“Would you like a cup Y/N?” Aizawa asked from the kitchen.

You shook your head no, not daring to meet his eyes. You felt guilty, like you could have done more to help him during the USJ attack. “No, thank you.”

“You sure?” he asked in reassurance. “You haven’t been sleeping well. I can tell."

“Everything alright, listener?” Hizashi rose from the counter and walked over to sit beside you on the couch. “You’ve been quiet.”

Aizawa came over as well, kneeling in front of you. He sat his freshly made cup of coffee on the floor beside him. “Y/N, look at me.”

Your hair hid your gaze from your dad, but both him and Hizashi heard you sniffle, then watched as you wiped at your eyes. “No.”

“Y/N,” Aizawa said sternly. “Loo. At. Me.” When you didn’t answer him, he turned to Hizashi. “Can you give us a minute?” The blonde nodded, rubbed your shoulder gently, then walked down the hall and to his study room.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered shakily, beginning to cry. “I’m so sorry, dad.”

“Honey, what for?” The older man rested a hand on your knee and rubbed it gently. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I should have done something,” you responded, sniffling. “I could have done more. If only, if--”

“Hey, no ifs.” Aizawa stood slowly with a grimace, then sat down beside you on the couch. He wrapped his arms around you and slowly pulled you into him. “Part of becoming a hero is making mistakes. It also means learning not to think ‘what if…’. That only makes everything worse.” Shouta pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “You did amazing back there,” he reassured. “Kirishima and Hizashi told me what you did, how you took over for me when I passed out. And I’m so proud of you.” He rubbed a hand up and down your arm as you leaned into him. “You’ve grown so much. You haven’t been able to use your quirk that far away yet.”

You sniffled with a giggle, wiping at your nose with your sleeve. “Yeah, I’m pretty proud of that.”

“You should be.” Aizawa sighed and looked away for a moment. “You know, I kind of feel the same way, like I could have done more.” He smiled gently down at you, finally meeting his gaze. “Here’s another lesson, talk about things. Never hold them in. Whether you talk to me, or ‘Zashi, other teachers, or a therapist. Trauma isn’t funny. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you have nightmares every night now.”

“How did you know?” you asked quietly. “I’m sorry, I thought I was being quiet.”

“Don’t apologize,” Shouto responded. “And, I know because I’ve been having them too. And so I get up about four times a night just to check on you and Hizashi.”

You hummed, “oh, That’s why I keep waking up, if it’s not from a nightmare.”

“It’s just me,” Aizawa reassured. He pressed another kiss to your head. “Do you feel any better?”

You nodded slowly, thinking. “Yeah, I think so. There’s still things I want to talk about, but I don’t think I’m ready. I think I’ll talk to my therapist about it.”

“Good deal.” Aizawa stood with a grunt. “Now come with me to go check on your other dad. He’s probably worried sick. You know how he is.”

You laughed quietly, jumping up and hugging Aizawa’s arm. You clung to him like your life depended on it because in the end, you’re only 15, but you still needed your dad there every once in a while.

#comfort #bnha #bnha comfort #x reader #mr aizawa #bnha aizawa #shouta aizawa #aizawa #aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader comfort #dadzawa comfort #dadzawa #aizawa reader

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