#deku x child reader

[kiwisofsharks]

warnings: unedited and not proofread, feral sex , pda, mating press, breeding, man handling, overstimulation, assurance

Insatiable husband who has to be touching you in some way, always have to be fucking you, always have to be cumming inside your cunt ever since you brought up the idea that maybe you want a little one of your own.

Whenever you're in public, he'll have a hand at your hips or shoulder, squeezing just enough to convey that he's holding himself back from bending you over in public.

Your husband who can't help but strip you and bend you over at the doorway as soon as you get home. Him face is immediately buried in your cunt to prep you. He had to prep you, or else you won't be able to take his cock, or maybe you can but he doesn't want to hurt you just by putting it in; he wants you to hurt from too much pleasure.

Your husband who fucks you so good even while holding back cus if he doesn't then you'll be going at it for the whole day.

Your husband who lets go of control as soon as you begged him to breed you. He's immediately collecting you in his arms to go to the bedroom. Tossing and folding you into a mating press.

Your husband who continues fucking you even if you just came, and will continue fucking you until he's satisfied and is sure that it'll take.

Your husband who is so sweet and caring with you. Cleaning you up and preparing dinner for the both of you while you slumber.

Your husband who's scared that he'll vent his trauma into his parenting and end up harming your child. A husband who just wants to do good for his family, and he will, just please reassure him.

[e-rrrrin]

He held you tightly in his arms, his heart pounding in his chest as your body trembled against him.

His mind was racing, unable to process the reality of the situation. You were hurt—more hurt than he’d initially thought—and he had to get help. But every second that passed felt like a lifetime.

"Help will be here soon, I promise," he whispered, as he pressed his hand against your wound. He could feel the warmth of your skin fading, your breaths becoming more shallow. His grip tightened as if holding you closer could somehow keep you tethered to him.

You managed a small, weak smile, your eyes half-lidded as you gazed up at him. "Don’t cry," you whispered, barely audible. Your voice was faint, strained, but there was a softness to it that broke his heart.

"Thank you for everything my love."

His breath hitched, and he blinked back the tears that were threatening to spill. He had never felt so powerless in his life. "You can’t—" he choked, his voice trembling.

"You can’t leave me. I can’t do this on my own."

Your hand, trembling from the effort, reached up to brush his cheek, and he could feel the coldness in your touch. "You’re not alone," you whispered, your words slow as if each one took all your strength. "You’ve never been alone. You have everyone around you, and—" you paused, your breath catching, "—you have me… always."

His tears finally fell, a quiet sob escaping his lips as he clutched you tighter. "I need you," he whispered, his voice broken as he leaned into your touch. "I can’t lose you."

Your smile faltered, your energy fading. "You’re strong," you murmured. "Stronger than anyone I know. You’ll be okay…"

“No.” He shook his head, refusing to accept it. "I can’t. Not without you."

Your eyes fluttered shut, your body limp in his arms, and his heart dropped. "(Y/N), stay with me," he pleaded, desperation seeping into his voice. "Please… help is coming."

But there was no response. Your breathing had slowed to a near stop, and your hand slipped from his face.

He pressed his lips to your forehead, his tears mixing with your skin. "Please…"

[esspeon]

i was thinking about how men who would love to mark you up. Sometimes they would it in places where everyone can see but most of the times it's in places that are easily hideable. They’d leave hickies on your skin, yes, but they love biting you more than anything. They love hearing the little whimpers of pain you let out when their teeth break through your skin, how your nails dig into the exposed skin of their arms as you squirm into their lap. If you start crying they shush you, whispering to you about how you should stop being a baby, they’re so mean </33

They would also the type of men who'll have you sit between their legs in front of a mirror and makes you watch as they use their toy how ever they please. If you ever look away out of embarrassment they will slap your cunt, don't test them. "Such a messy slut, getting wet from me hurting you." When you're being a brat they’ll say something like "shut up before I make you, doll." while smiling at you, as if to tell you that it's a warning.

Other times, when they’re really fed up you'll hear a harsh "be quiet, pet." don't think they would ever let you dom them simply because they like being in control way too much to give that up to you.

[fluff-n-cookies]

Some Deku things.

TW: cursing twice. f word and b word. kinda angsty, sorry, but like 3 grams of it.

for being the main character, Izuku Midoriya isn't given as much nearly love as much love as he should be, platonically especially.

Now, as he's too young to be a father, this could go two ways. (two ways that don't involve adult! reader.) either you're his sister or his best friend.

but I want both so we'll make you Bakugou's sister and Deku's best friend.

and this ain't bout' Katsuki so I'll focus on Izuku for now.

the only way I can see you two meetings is that Bakugou's parents adopted you as Bakugou had trouble connecting with his peers on a good level and hoped you would help Bakugou (and them.) find some peace in all this mayhem.

Unfortunately for them it's Bakugou we're talking about so of course he treated you terribly leaving both you and Izuku in the same position.

wanting to impress him.

so Izuku wanting to be a hero to someone, tries to stick up for you

...which ends in him getting blasted in the face, but hey! he's trying!

I also headcanon he has some self esteem problems where he "doesn't feel masculine." as in he feels weak. and according to Kacchan, hanging out with girls is girly and he always tells his mom he wants to play with Kacchan as an excuse to hangout with you.

I swear, he spends all his allowance money on All might merch for you. your hair is always full of the All might themed bows he bought you. you keep telling he doesn't have to but no he's too busy convincing his mom to buy more for you.

as he gets older (UA time.) he will not shut up about you. the number of stories Iida heard about you is in the hundreds now. and Denki, Mina, and Mineta genuinely thought you were not real and either Deku is high, drunk, hallucinating, or he's just a very sad dude.

BOY WERE THEY SURPRISED TO SEE YOU WAITING BY THE GATES FOR HIM OUTSIDE.

and, no you weren't there for Kacchan, the Bitch can walk himself home.

he kept yelling at himself for not actually being a good brother to you and making you feel bad about yourself, but you'll never know.

one time you jokingly kissed Izuku's cheek in front of Bakugou and Izuku has the same color as your cherry lip balm that was now stuck to his cheek, and Aizawa and Kirishima had to physically restrain Bakugou as not to have a murder on their lands.

Denies all allegations he has a crush on you then proceeds to buy you your favorite candy and flowers for no reason. other than your the best thing to ever happen to him that is.

but no, seriously, his feelings are all platonic. the reason he treats you like this is because he genuinely believes you are an angel sent to guide him through this harsh world.

Bakugou and his peers ridiculed him.

His mother didn't think he could become a hero.

All might wasn't physically there.

He doesn't have a father!

you were the only one who ever stuck around.

he would kill and be killed if you asked and is willing to give up anything for you.

except for his limited addition 2031 All might figurine.

[animeprincessforever]

Any Requests? I’ll love to hear them!

[angst-king]

Beware of Mr. Midoriya

(pro hero Deku + child gender neutral child reader. CW mention of abuse, bullying, & description of bodily harm) In both his pro-hero life and regular life, Izuku is always presented as a sweet and caring man. He always made sure to never make those around him uncomfortable or feel nervous in any way. He was compassionate and sweet and so warm-hearted, many told the public that ‘besides when he’s fighting, pro hero Deku’s practically harmless, he’s just a big sweetheart!’ Even to his child he was great about staying calm in stressful situations and seemed to not have a mean bone in his body.

There was a side to him to that he always shoved down and only his colleagues knew about it. More like layers, there were 3 layers to him and they all had a different name. His old classmates were the ones to name them actually!

There was Deku, the sweet almost puppy dog-like man who’d do anything to see those around him smile. Deku would put his life on the line, he’d put aside his own needs before others in an almost people-pleasing manner. This was the side that knew how to make just about anyone laugh, the side that would hoist little kids into the air and catch them as they fell into fits of giggles.

Then there was Izuku, Izuku was a little more serious. This was the side of him that knew how to get people’s attention. The side that handled more serious villains and confrontation. Izuku could easily switch to Deku at the snap of his fingers. Izuku made plans, handled arguments, and domestic cases, and held most of the tame emotions.

Then….there was Midoriya….or well for some Mr Midoriya. Midoriya was a darker layer, a colder layer. Much like the midnight zone of the ocean, barely any light reached this layer. This was the side that held unchecked anger, trauma, and pain. Midoriya could go from quiet to almost roaring in an instant. Midoriya was hardly ever let out as Deku was pretty good at remaining dominant. He was good about not letting Midoriya out…Midoriya was a last resort. Midoriya handled instinctual reactions, the amount of profanity and cruelness could( and has) made villains cry.

There were very few times Midoriya had ever come out fully. Most times situations were de-escalated just quick enough for him to back down and relax. The first time it happened was on Katsuki actually. This was before Izuku had truly accepted Katsuki’s apology on the battlefield. Katsuki still had tendencies that he would fall back on, and Deku tried to reason with himself that ‘Kaachan was still working on himself, it takes time to be better’.

But with a headache and still running on low amounts of sleep, Deku and Izuku couldn’t keep Midoriya back. And when Midoriya comes out, the class learns that he was a beast!

Ever since that day, Deku did his best to keep Midoriya calm and to not let it happen again as…well he’s pretty sure he retraumatized the class.

Then he got a phone call while at work.

He was filling out paperwork in his office when his phone rang. Seeing that it was from the school he quickly answered.

“Hello” “Hi is this Mr Midoriya” “Yes, this is him, speaking.” “Good, are you available to come down here, we need to have a little chat with you about your child (y/n).” This confused Deku, why would that be? The school’s never called before.

“Um sure, may I ask what for?” “Well, your child has gotten themselves into quite the trouble and is refusing to accept accountability and is likely facing suspension.” Suspension! Okay, that was serious. Izuku quickly rose from his desk and tried to slip on a hoodie over his hero costume. Just like that Izuku was out, and now wondering what his child possibly could have done to deserve suspension! (Y/n) never got into much trouble unless it was something small, and it usually only required an explanation or stern talking to! Due to this, it didn’t sit right in his stomach that his kid would be punished so harshly.

Hurrying down the stairs he quickly tells the others who are in the common room of the facility that he is heading out. Seeing his urgency Katsuki got up.

“The hell are you going?” “To (Y/N)’s school, the school called saying they may be facing suspension.” Even Katsuki had to pause for a moment, he babysat the child pretty frequently, and that little one was an angel!

“Well, call us and tell us what’s up will ya!” “Yup, I will!” Speeding out the door, Deku made it to his car and almost sped down the road with thoughts running through his mind.

When he arrived he did his best to calm himself as he walked inside. Going into the front office the woman at the desk wasn’t too surprised to see him though she seemed a little worried. He saw that concerned glint on her face as he signed in.

“Where is my child-” “Ah Mr Deku there you are!” The principal greeted him, and Izuku turned to her and bowed respectfully.

“Come on back, we need to have a talk,” She said, Izuku nodded but once again asked where his child was and if he could see them.

“You’ll see them soon, once they compose themselves, now come on.” She insisted, Izuku couldn’t shake that sinking feeling but went along with it. Walking into her office, he took a seat in front of her desk and asked what happened.

“Well, I definitely expected better from the number 1 pro hero's child. I truly did, but what they did was despicable.” “What happened?” “Your child beat up another child on the playground during recess earlier, all over some notebook.” Izuku’s face turned serious, his child started a fight? He himself couldn’t fathom it and over a notebook? Izuku asked for more detail on the matter and what the principal said made him question things.

“Yes a notebook, according to the other child, all they did was want to see what they were doing and. (Y/n) snapped, pushed them off of one of the play structures rather harshly, and shoved them to the ground.” That didn’t sound like his precious angel at all! Sure he’d taught them what to do if anyone ever put their hands on them but, even during those lessons the child always seemed to be afraid to hurt anyone. The child was just as harmless as Deku!

‘Something doesn’t feel right about this….this is rather vague. I want to see (Y/n)’

Izuku grew frustrated racking his brain as to why this would even happen.

“Mr Deku, I’m sure you can see why i think suspension, may be best here.” He twisted his thumbs around as he argued with his own thoughts.

‘We need to see (y/n) something is very wrong about this. You know they aren’t like that!’ ‘Maybe if we tell her that, then the punishment will be lessened?’ ‘Are you fucking kidding! Why should our child be punished at all!? We haven’t even spoken to them yet, i want to know if they’re alright!'

Midoriya wasn’t happy, he never liked authority figures, and he couldn’t stand them.

“I-I’m sure (Y/n) wouldn’t do such a thing, really! I can’t imagine them doing something like that!” Deku tried to protest meekly, Midoriya was getting annoyed with his conscious. He hated overthinking and trying to seem sweet like this. Though maybe he should let Deku or Izuku handle this, maybe this was all a misunderstanding

“I-if you’d like I can talk to them, I’m sure they’re very sorry!” “From what I gathered that child has no remorse for what they’ve done and think crying about it will gain them some sort of sympathy. Giving them attention will only enable such behaviors.”

‘(Y/n)’s crying?’ ‘fuck it! I’m handling this myself, I’m not having a repeat of our past happen to them!’

The look on the pro hero’s face darkened, and with a sigh and a small glare he spoke up.

“Where is my child?” “Mr Deku you will see them once we’re done-” “No. You are going to tell me where my child is, now.” He demanded, the principal rolled her eyes and told him that (Y/n) was in the nurse's office. Getting out of his seat as soon as the information was given, he left the office and looked around for the infirmary. Knocking on the door before entering he hears a soft “come in” and almost freezes in his tracks at what he sees.

There his child was, sitting on the floor in the corner of the room. Tears ran down their face, and their school uniform was covered in dirt and blood. There was more blood some dripping from their mouth, nose, and head. Hands clutching their hair tightly in a panicked state as they were hyperventilating and the color in their face drained pale/ashened. He’d never seen their child beat up before but it brought up so many memories. Midoriya called out for their child who looked up like a deer in headlights and tried to scoot further into the corner…

‘Th-they’re afraid of me….’ That broke something him in, the feeling was almost indescribable. To see that his own child feared him and he hadn’t even done anything….they must think that he is mad at them…

Midoriya got down on his knees in front of the child and spoke as calmly as he could.

“(Y/n) I’m not angry at you, just please come here.” He opened his arms, an invite into a gentle embrace he so desperately wanted to keep them in. The child still shakily refused and cried out weakly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t wanna hurt them!” Midoriya knew that his child wouldn’t come to him. So he crawled over to them and pulled them into his chest. Arms wrapped around their smaller body lightly caressing their head and back supporting them. Shushing them and encouraging them out of their panic.

“Shhhh shhhh, Daddy’s not angry with you little hero, I promise. Daddy just wants to help you, I’m right here. No one will hurt you.” He could feel their hands shift to grab onto the plush material of his jumper. Midoriya began to rock his body in a soft back-and-forth manner to try and soothe them, this always worked after nightmares.

“I’m not mad at you, I just want to help you, little hero.” After another minute of deep breaths and gentle rocking, the child seemed to calm down quite a bit. Midoriya grabbed the first aid kit he always had in his utility belt and got to work.

“I’m gonna fix you up, I want you to tell me what happened, okay?” “Y-yes sir” With that deal made Izuku slowly began to patch them up as they explained.

“I-I tried to h-handle it like you and Uncle Kaachan told me. Don’t st-start f-fights but always f-finish them. And th-that kid hasn’t left me alone for a wh-while. He’s always grabbing my notebook and scribbling in them, or hiding it from me. I tr-tried telling a teacher about it…” “And what did the teacher do?” “She said ‘You’re a big kid, handle it yourself’…” That made Midoriya’s blood boil! What the hell was the child supposed to do?! They were handling it by telling the adults!

“So what happened today?” “I-I was on the jungle gym drawing and writing and he came up and grabbed my notebook. I tried to get it back but he shoved me into the big toy so I got back up-like Uncle Kaachan taught me- and i kept trying. He started ripping out pages and when I tried again he grabbed me by the hair and slammed my face in something…it really hurt. He didn’t stop.”

Taking in everything Y/n had told him Midoriya felt like he was gonna explode! His rage with this situation was overwhelming, he could hardly keep himself from going off in front of his child. He didn’t want to, he never wanted them to see him like this but. He couldn’t help it. He would not allow his child to be punished like he was! Oh no!

A low growl rumbled in his chest as he thought of what he was going to do.

“D-daddy” He snapped out of his thoughts and it almost seemed like Deku was in control again. He could still hear the fear in his child’s quivering voice. He smiled widely and answered.

“Yes lil hero?” “a-am i in tr-trouble?” “No my sweet little angel of course not. I’m going to…have a chat with your principal again and afterwards, we’ll go out to your favorite ramen shop. How does that sound?” Their eyes lit up at the mention of going out to the ramen shop! Nodding with glee, Midoriya giggles a little boops them on the nose, and scoops them up into his arms once again this time standing up.

“Now all I want for you to do is remember. Daddy is not mad at you, he is mad at the people who hurt you. So if i seem angry or get really really loud, it's not because of you.” His voice was almost sickeningly sweet and he promised to handle the situation. The child nods and leans into their chest as he makes his way out of the office. He walked back into the principal’s office with a newfound motivation and rage burning in his eyes.

“Sorry for the wait principal.” “It's quite alright Mr. Deku, oh I see you brought them in” “Yes, I did” “Good, so are you ready to apologiz-” “Let me stop you right there, if you think my child is going to be apologizing to anyone here you are very mistaken.” Oh and why is that?” Midoriya shifted his weight onto one hip as he held the child. The pitch in his voice dropped to a deep dark menacing tone.

“Because being a victim of not only peer-on-peer abuse but a teacher allowing this thing to happen after my child brought it to her attention numerous times is inexcusable and disgusting of you to demand!” “Abuse? What abuse? What happened was not abuse” “Abuse is treating (a person or an animal) with cruelty or violence, especially regularly or repeatedly. Do not fucking argue with me what abuse means, believe me, I know it all too damn well. And if you think that for one fucking second I will allow my child to be subjected to it or to be victim blamed. You are just as much of a villain as those i handle on the streets. I’m simply enraged that you think it is appropriate to not only allow a staff member- a teacher no less!- to let this go unchecked but to isolate my child, who i found bleeding and shaking on the floor! I. will. Not fucking allow it!” Midoriya’s voice roared, the hold on his child was tight, not enough to hurt. Not only that but one for all began to flash and the room began to dim only thing illuminating his face was energy from his quirk.

Snarling, and glaring down daggers at the woman who was now shifting nervously in her chair. He made sure that he was close enough to make it seem as if he was towering over her even from the other side of the desk. He wanted her to feel just as scared as his child had felt. He wanted her to feel trapped! This was Midoriya!

“You either fix your fucking policy or I handle you and your school in court!” He growled banging his fist on the desk.

He gave her only a second before heading towards the door, though as he grabbed the nob he turned around.

“I better get an email by the end of the day stating 1: My child will not be punished for this 2: what punishment the bully will be receiving as well as that teacher and 3 an apology for this stupid fucking so-called-meeting you brought me into. My child will also be receiving an apology from you, the teacher, and the bully. Do I make myself clear, principal?” The principal curtly nodded as they now were backed into their own corner. Midoriya smirked and finished off with.

“And it Mr. Midoriya to you”

Leaving the office he heads out to the car carrying the small child in his arms. Driving off the lot he asked.

“How are you doing little hero?” He looked at them through his rearview mirror and sighed.

“M’okay now” “Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel the fact he’d gotten to angry in front of them still ate at him. He hated to be like that in front of children, especially his own. This time it was Midoriya who apologized.

“Hey, little hero….I’m sorry you had to see all of that. You know Daddy doesn’t like you seeing me like this.” “i-its okay Daddy. We all get mad sometimes” Consoled the child, who gave their own little smile.

“Plus you were really cool back there!” “you think so?” “yeah!” “Well, I’m glad you think I’m cool, kiddo” That was a relief!

“Now let's go to the ramen shop!” “yeah!”

Oh that phone call with Kaachan was going to be interesting, to say the least!

[friendly-reject]

Im just picky at this point lmao

I'm so done with seeing the writing style of

"You asshole, suck a dick." (Aka coloured speech/People speaking is coloured) AND Y/N IS ALWAYS PINK, and it's just the whole fic in general, bc I mostly read Genderneutral stuff even tho my bio says Genderfluid. It's like people hate not having a feminine coded reader, like we get it that's your main style of writing but like drop a hint? Just add a little side note that it's "Feminine coded", and I'm not saying pink is a feminine colour because like be fr it's a colour people :/, but it's how people write the reader ex. 'Y/n applied their glittery lip gloss and popped her pink lips' "Mmm strawberry" and than having the audacity to say that the fic is actually Genderneutral, when THEY LITERALLY USED 'HER', especially cause there are all different kinds of Genderneutral people, some masculine, some feminine all valid. But just a little side note would be nice yk. -_-

[incorrecttom]

[2:30 am]

It was late at night yet, they were still working. They had been working for quite some time and they were tired. They had to review quite some reports and their eyes were tired. Ready to fall asleep.

Ignoring every piece of the paper, they would sometimes wonder what their life was? What would it lead to and more importantly how will it be in the future? Was all this work even worth?

And then they would remember you, your features, your soothing voice, your eyes in which they lived. Lying next to you and letting them be who they were. It can be useless work for others but they did work for you, their only motivation. They would do anything for you, even if it meant working over time, it is worth for you.

You were there only tunnel of hope. Your arms were always open for them and that's all they wanted.

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[summerlovingbaby]

Accidents Happen P3

Y/N had long since stopped acting like she was a skittish cat when she lived at the place called home, she spoke as open and as freely as she knew how and she grew accustomed to the idea of her newly found freedom. It took about 7 months before Y/N was completely comfortable, and trusted Yamada and Aizawa as much as she knew how to trust a person, they saved her life and made it worth living, so she trusted them more than she trusted herself.

They taught her things like how to turn off the stove, and they sat at the dinner table every night and talked about the minute details of life that Y/N never had the luxury to think about. The nightmares still happened on occasion, but most nights were dreamless. She stopped thinking of herself as a burden and more of a thing that occupied the same place as them.

One time they took her to the movies and she would have considered that the best day of her life, but the best day of her life was when they saved her. She would never  stop owing them, she would never be able to repay them.

When Yamada came down the stairs with a empty cup of coffee, Y/N was sitting on the barstool nose buried in a book as she poorly sounded out words. Learning to read was hard, but she was determined, because once she learned to read she could gain the large expanse of knowledge that was ripped away from her.

Aizwas followed after him robe hanging open, holding a empty glass of water, he looked happy despite the tired that lines that etched into his face. The smile lines on his cheeks always gave him away. 

“ Good morning,” Yamada said, trudging over to the fridge, swinging the door open, before he stuck his head in the cool expanse searching for more creamer for his second cup of coffee.

Aizawa set the empty glass in the sink and leaned on the kitchen island. “ You’re up early.” he said calmly, a simple raise of his eyebrow. A question, leaving the door open for her to answer… or chose not too. She ever so often chose not to say a word about how she slept, ever since that night, which in itself was an answer enough.

“ I couldn’t sleep.” she said, not looking up from the book. Her eyes going over the same letter, the word that she can’t sound out. Jubilant.

“ Nightmare?” Yamada asked.

“ I don’t know if it counted,” she whispered. “ It was me and Eri, we were running somewhere, she was dragging me, but I was afraid because we were being chased, but I knew it was very important to follow her.”

“ Where did she take you?” Aizawa gently probed.

“ I don’t know, we never got there, I think I woke up,” she said. Then she looked back down at the word. Ju-bi-lant. “ Jubilant.” she whispered. 

Aizawa cracked a smile, “ That’s a new word.” he said.

“ The birthday gift Emma’s father gave her made her jubilant. She usually abhored presents, but she could tell it meant alot to her father, so it meant a lot to her in turn.” she read the sentence aloud.

“Abhor?” Hitoshi said walking into the kitchen. “ That means?”

“ To regard with hate.” she said.

“ Can we do it now?” Yamada said jerking his head out of the fridge, wide happy smile that was too devious but somehow managed to be welcoming at the same time.

“ We should,” Hitoshi piped up. “ She looks so happy.”

Y/N hadn’t realized it, but she had been smiling all morning, not a single frown broke through her features, no lines of hatred, not a single worry line on her face. Hitoshi had never seen her smile so much, not at one time, her happiness was usually fleeting, bogged down with bad memories, but this morning they were talking about spelling and she was smiling. Maybe today would bring them some luck after all.

“ Okay.” Aizawa placed his palms flat on the cool granite on the counter top. “ So I don’t know if you knew this, but today is your birthday.”

“ Oh.”

“ And I wasn’t sure if you wanted to celebrate it, but regardless of if you want it to be celebrated or not, we all wanted to let you know that we are glad you’re here. And if you would let us, we want to celebrate you.”

“ So we got you something.” he pulled a large platter out of the fridge and placed it on the counter top, it was a large golden platter filled with just about everytipe of cake flavor a person could reasonably fathom. Yamada must have seen the panic that washed over her face. “ You don’t have to eat all of them, or even any of them we just weren’t sure what flavor you liked, so we got them all.”

“ You don’t have to eat them all, it’s just so you had options.”

Aizawa must have seen Y/N’s apprehensive expression.

“ You don’t want to celebrate?” he said blankly.

If she didn’t want to he wouldn’t have been surprised, that she didn’t want to celebrate, the only true bookmark of the years passing by was her birthday and that only meant she had survived and suffered one more year of her fathers brutal abuse.

“ No… no that’s not it,” her eyebrows knitted together like she was deep in thought, “ I just never realized I had one.” she said simply.

Aizawa fought hard to keep his face plain, a brief look of  panic flooded over his features before he forced a fake smile. That was the exact moment he felt his heart break, it wasn’t when Y/N cried so hard she made herself sick, or when he saw how Y/N lived for most of her childhood, the dog cage she slept in. It wasn’t when she refused to eat for days because she thought she would get in trouble. It wasn’t when he had to teach her how to lock her own door, it was that very moment. When she realized that she had a birthday. He forced a smile on his face.

“ Which one do you want?” he asked.

“ I don’t know, I’ve never had a cupcake before,” she said, staring at the platter before her. There were so many differently shaped cupcakes in front of her. Some were decorated with ornaments, others just covered with simple buttercream frosting. There was one that smelled fainty of oranges, the others just smelled of pure sugar.

“ Well you could pick anyone you like,” Hitoshi told her. He knew how hard it was to try so many new things at once, knew how it could overwhelm the body, “ but only if you want to. My favorite is the Key Lime.”

“ Then you can have the Key Lime ,” she said brightly, then stared at the platter until she decided on the yellow one with blue frosting. She pointed at it. “ What flavor is that?”

“ Vanilla.” answered Yamada.

“ I want that one.” she demanded. “ Please.” 

When everybody nodded she took it from the platter and sat back down on the barstool before licking off the frosting. The flavor of sugar settled on her tongue, she didn’t hate it but it was strangely sugary. She then took a bite of the fluffy cake and sighed. It was a happy birthday, a very happy one indeed.

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[frickingnerd]

who's the father?

pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader x izuku midoriya

summary: you end up pregnant and refuse to tell your brother, katsuki, who the father is. because it's none other than izuku…

tags: aged up characters, lots of swearing, confession about who the father is, silly & wholesome fluff, older brother!katsuki, use of y/n, izuku & reader hooking up / dating, younger sister!reader

your parents had always thought that katsuki was the problem child out of the two of you. that if it was one of their kids, katsuki would be the one that accidentally got a girl pregnant.

and yet here you were, trying to find the right words to explain to your brother that you were pregnant, while keeping the identity of the kid's father a secret.

“you have to be fucking kidding me!”

katsuki groaned and shook his head as you told him the news. “can't you be at least a little careful? fuck, mom and dad are going to kill you–!!”

you sighed, already a few tears in your eyes, which you quickly wiped away. that stupid pregnancy was really making you more emotional than usual.

“i know, i know. i fucked up, kats… just please, help me calm them down when i tell them about this”

katsuki thought for a moment, before he rolled his eyes.

“fine! but you gotta tell me all about the baby or else i won't be able to back you up. like, who's the father?”

you immediately went silent and looked away.

“y/n! do you not know who the fucking father is!?”

katsuki ruffled his hand through his hair in frustration and sighed.

“i do know who the father is!”

you snapped back at him, causing your brother to raise an eyebrow.

“well, then hurry up and tell me who the fuck he is!”

you hesitated and shook your head.

“you'll kill him, katsuki! i know you!”

“idiot, i won't kill anyone for you. just mess him up a little…”

knowing your brother, it was clear he wasn't joking. he'd gladly get in a fight with whichever guy got you pregnant.

“katsuki!”

“fine, fine… no violence, got it. just tell me his name!”

“but you gotta promise you won't hurt him…”

katsuki hesitated and rolled his eyes, nodding softly.

“yeah, i promise. now hurry the fuck up and tell me his name!”

you paused and took a deep breath.

“alright… it's izuku!”

for a moment, katsuki was completely quiet, processing your words, until he finally snapped.

“DEKU!? you've been fucking DEKU of all people? and you're pregnant from HIM!?”

a lot of thoughts went through katsuki's head all at once, until he realized the most terrifying thing about that.

“wait, if you'll have his child, then… then he'll be family–!”

katsuki almost fainted at that realization.

“no, that's it! i'm killing him! ain't no way my little sister is going to be with him!”

[esspeon]

slow and soft sex with them. hands interlaced and lips ghosting over each other. you can feel their breath on your face as they thrust in and out of you. taking in every inch of you and how your skin feels, the way your walls feels as their cock drags slowly against them. they’re taking in everything, to the sounds you make, the little moans of their names and even the little giggles you let out to the smells, the remenant aroma of vanilla and cinnamon still lingering in the air along with the smell of sex. you’re acting like teenagers but you wouldn’t have it any other way and its something you both cherish.

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[crownofgildedlilies]

late nights

pairing: aizawa x reader summary: Shouta really ought to expel whoever told Eri that Santa comes every night in December... wc: 3.7k event masterlist

Rarely did you ever see Shouta Aizawa after dark.

It wasn’t that he was an extrovert to begin with, you knew, but somehow it became even harder for you or Hizashi Yamada to drag your friend out to pretend to be social after he took on the caretaker role of little Eri. You were pretty sure it wasn’t healthy for someone to spend such little time with who he probably considered his best and only friends, or maybe he was drowning in responsibilities attached to teaching Class A and training Eri. 

You were honestly a little worried about him.

Or maybe you were just overly sensitive to the number of times you saw Shouta in a day because of your embarrassingly immense feelings for your fellow UA teacher.

Nights were a struggle. They were long, and cold, and lonely—they let your mind wander to unimportant things, like whether or not Shouta was joining everyone for dinner the following night to celebrate Yamada’s successful launch of a school-wide news broadcast—and you had tried every trick in the book to calm your mind enough to finally fall asleep. 

The teacher’s dormitories at UA were more like individual apartment units, with a common area furnished with couches, a television, and several computers for when you couldn’t separate yourself from your work. 

Deciding that if you were going to be awake, you might as well be productive, you wrapped a blanket around your shoulders and shuffled out of your unit and into the common area. Once in the hallway, you heard the faint sounds of a television playing softly in the otherwise silent night. 

Must be Vlad, you reasoned as your slippered feet padded towards the couches. He had a similar habit to you of staying up far later than he should, and the blinking 12:01 on your alarm clock you checked before retreating from bed told you that he was likely to be the only one you were going to run into. 

“Santa?” A tired, tiny voice called out through the darkness.

Eyes adjusting to the darkness and minimal light coming from the television—an old Christmas special you remember watching a few times as a child—you spotted the source of the voice. Small head peeking out from over the back of the couch, little Eri was staring at you with wide eyes. 

“I told you,” A gruff voice you’d recognize anywhere replied to the small girl before you had finished processing what you were looking at. “Santa comes one night in December. The twenty-fourth.”

Shouta.

“Not true!” Eri, as sweet a child as she was, was still only a child. Which meant she grew more whiny the more tired she got. And from the exasperated sigh Shouta let out, you realized both of them were probably very tired.

“Sorry, honey,” You cooed, moving closer towards the couch and trying to avoid looking at Shouta, who dropped his head back against the cushions at the sound of your voice. “But Mr. Aizawa is right. Santa only comes once a month.”

“But Deku’s friend said—!”

“And when I find out which of Midoriya’s friends told you Santa comes every night, I’ll have one less student on my roster.” As you rounded the couch to stand in front, you had to bite your lip to keep from laughing at the stressed out look on Shouta’s face, the bridge of his nose pinched between two fingers. 

“Stop it.” The command left you in a snort, and you settled gently onto the couch opposite Eri while still wrapped in your blanket. You’d known Shouta long enough to know he was just talking tough, but he’d never expel a student for anything less than their own good. “You adore those kids.”

“This is the fourth night in a row she has refused to sleep because she’s been so excited.” His voice was even as he finally turned to face you overtop Eri’s head, and you could see the exhaustion in his eyes. At least, more pronounced than usual. “Trust me, I don’t adore them that much.”

You snorted a laugh, and Eri giggled, though you were certain that she didn’t know what was so funny.

“Right, well, grumpy—” You sent a playfully teasing look to Shouta in an attempt to make the young girl sitting between the two of you smile. A personal goal of yours from the moment you had met her. “Eri is probably just overtired at this point. C’mere, sweet girl.”

Opening your arms, you gestured for her to climb into your lap. In the months she had been at UA, you’d spent a considerable amount of time watching over her when Shouta had classes or other business he couldn’t bring a child too, which meant you had earned her trust—something you very much valued. 

Eri let out a yawn as she settled into your arms, sitting sideways in your lap and resting her head against your chest. You could feel Shouta’s eyes watching your every movement, but you pushed aside the threat of a blush and focused on slowly rocking her from side to side. 

“Turn it off, will you?” You hummed quietly, nodding your head in the direction of the television still playing the holiday movie. When Aizawa made no move to reach for the remote, you lifted your gaze from Eri’s face to see what was holding his attention and found that he was already watching you. “Shouta?”

“Right,” He snapped out of his trance, leaning forward to snatch the remote off of the coffee table and turn the television off without further distraction. 

Silence finally settled over the room, and it only took a few minutes longer for Eri to finally fall asleep in your arms. Even still, you waited an extra moment before nodding to Shouta that you had accomplished his goal of getting her to rest despite her excitement. 

“Thank you,” He breathed, scrubbing a hand over his face in exhaustion. You offered him a smile and tried to think about anything other than how warm your face felt in the dim room. “I know I shouldn’t indulge her in staying up so late, but after everything she’s been through…”

“I get what you mean,” You murmured, and with the hand that wasn’t supporting Eri’s back, you reached out and squeezed his arm. “I did a lot of the paperwork regarding Overhaul, remember?”

You had been sick to your stomach for weeks after you found out just what the young yakuza head had put the poor girl through, and you hadn’t even been part of the team that took part in the raid to rescue her. You understood what Shouta meant when he said he couldn’t bear to take the excitement she felt away.

Even if it meant she was staying up until midnight every day in December, falsely waiting for a Santa Claus that would only come once a year. 

“I should get her to bed, finally.” Shouta stood from his end of the couch, and you carefully sat up taller to transfer the slumbering girl from your arms to his. 

“Next time you can’t get her to sleep,” You start in a soft voice so as not to wake Eri, and Shouta pauses in his retreat to his rooms to turn and look at you. It takes a moment to remember what you planned to say, your focus briefly knocked off kilter by the full force of his attention. “Knock on my door so I can help.”

“Are you sure?” There was an edge of hesitation in his voice, though you could tell he didn’t like the idea of bothering you so late at night. But he was too rational to think he could do it all himself, especially with all the responsibilities he took on. 

“Of course,” Smiling as bright as you could, you tried to assure him that you were fine with possibly being woken up at midnight. But if it was to help Eri, help him, then you would suffer a few late nights. Despite his initial reluctance, you watched more of the fight leave him in the subtle sag of his shoulders. “I wouldn’t have offered it if I hadn’t meant it.”

“Alright,” He agreed, adjusting Eri in her arms so that her head laid more comfortably on his shoulder. “Goodnight, then.”

“Night, Shouta.”

And if your eyes followed his retreating figure longer than what was probably polite, it was no one’s business but your own.

Despite your worrying the previous night, Shouta had shown up to Mic’s celebration dinner the following day. 

Eri had been in tow, though she had been the one tugging Shouta into the restaurant by the hand, excitedly cheering that she wanted to sit between you and Zawa. You had readily accepted Eri’s request to sit beside you, and spent the dinner fluidly entertaining the young girl and holding conversations with your friends around the table. 

And maybe it was your imagination, but you could have sworn you felt Shouta’s attention falling to the side of your face on more than one occasion in the evening. 

“You look like a little family!” Mic teased towards the end of the night, clearly having over indulged in the wine on the table. 

“You look like you’re going to need a cab home,” You had fired back, sipping the water in an attempt to cover the heat threatening to warm your face. Your comment distracted the table, earning you laughter and good natured jeers towards Mic, but Shouta remained quiet. 

And you knew you weren’t making things up when he seemed determined to look anywhere but you for the remainder of the night.

You were still throwing a pity party for yourself hours later, back on campus and in the safety of your assigned room. It was nearing midnight, your clock told you, but your eyes were far from heavy and your mind was still running wild with ideas for the next day. 

Then came the knock. 

Two knocks. 

You hated how quickly you grinned, knowing what those two knocks meant. You hadn’t expected him to use the deal you had created so soon, but you weren’t going to back out of it as you padded softly through your apartment towards the door. 

Swinging it open, you were wholly unsurprised to see a wide awake Eri cradled in Shouta’s arms, his face darkened with exhaustion. 

“Happy Christmas!” Eri cheered once she saw you, and despite the late hour and her refusal to sleep on time, you couldn’t help but smile at her excitement. So unfamiliar for her. 

“Merry Christmas, and you should be asleep by now.” You gave her a pointed look, though any reprimanding you attempted was far overshadowed by the smile on your face. Shifting your attention to Shouta, you gave yourself a moment to take in his appearance on your doorstep. Dark hair disheveled from trying to put Eri to bed, tired eyes laden with exhaustion to the point that you worried he might pass out standing. “You should be asleep, too.”

“She’s refusing, again.” He explained, shifting his attention from you briefly to glare playfully, lovingly, at Eri. The sight made your chest warm, and your smile softened from one of amusement into one of adoration. “I wouldn’t ask, but I have training with Shinsou early in the morning, and I can’t stay up with her.” 

“You don’t need to give me an explanation, Shou,” You rolled your eyes with a tease, reaching out to take Eri from him. She came easily, and though she clearly was forcing herself to stay awake, you could tell by the way her head fell to your shoulder that she only needed some gentle urging and she’d fall asleep. 

You looked back to Shouta, expecting him to be preparing to leave with Eri settled in your arms, but you found him looking at you instead. 

Eyes slightly wide, hands clenched in fists at his sides, mouth pressed into a firm line. The expression could be misconstrued for annoyance, but you knew Shouta better than that. He was watching you, holding Eri, with an expression that was entirely too familiar.

You could have sworn he was looking at you the same way you usually looked at him. 

“I’ll see you in the morning.” Shouta, seeming to regain his focus again, cleared his throat and dropped his stare from you. “Thank you for this.” 

“You don’t have to thank me,” You reminded him, but he only pinned you with a final look, like he was trying to chastise you for not accepting his gratitude the same way he tried chastising Eri. 

Not that it really worked on either of you. You both knew how much of a softie he really was. 

Eri shifting around in your arms brought you back to reality, and with a final glance at Shouta’s retreating figure, you closed your apartment door behind you. With a pointed look, you frowned at the young girl.

“Time for bed. Santa isn’t coming tonight.” You reminded her, and she sighed like she knew her games would only work on Shouta—not you. Like the previous night, you settled on the couch with her in your arms, rocking side to side gently. 

“Can I ask you a question?” Her tiny, tired voice replied, and though you considered that it might only be a distraction to stay up a bit later, you relented. 

“Only if I can ask you one after.” 

“Why did Zawa’s face get all red when he said I was coming here?” 

“I’m not sure,” You fight the flush threatening to climb up your own neck at her innocent words. You didn’t think that Shouta had it in him to blush, but hearing that he so obviously did—to the point where Eri noticed—was hard to comprehend. You needed to change the topic. “My turn. Which of Deku’s friends told you about Santa coming each night?”

“The lightning one.” She replied through a yawn, rubbing at her eyes. 

Denki Kaminari. 

“Ah,” Your lips curved up into a grin. If you had guessed, you probably would have thought it was him. “For his sake, don’t tell Mr. Aizawa that.”

“Okay.” Eri smiled sleepily before snuggling into your shoulder. You knew you needed to get her into the spare bed she was taking over for the evening, but you were enjoying her sweet company. “I like spending time with you. And Mr. Mic told Zawa he’s not as grumpy when you’re around. I think so too.”

Suddenly, any attempt you were making to not freak out over what the sweet girl was saying became nearly impossible. You just hoped she wouldn’t go back to Shouta and tell him how red your face had gotten.

“I like spending time with you, too.” You decided on answering with, hoping that it was enough to settle her curiosity.

You’d have to yell at Yamada for putting ideas in Eri’s head later. 

And Denki Kaminari, too. 

After a week of Eri staying up far too late, you and Shouta decided you needed to put a stop to it. The sweet girl had been so tired even Mirio had mentioned that she seemed grumpy and out of character. Eri needed to go to sleep at a reasonable time and in her own bed. 

Which brought you to your current predicament—trying to convince yourself that your heart wasn’t going to beat out of your chest as you sat on the edge of Eri’s bed and twisted to face her, Shouta standing directly behind you. 

Mic had teased you and Shouta about playing house on more than one occasion. If he had seen you then, both tucking Eri into bed, you wouldn’t be able to convince him that you weren’t. 

“Santa only visits good girls who go to bed on time. Do you want me to tell him you haven’t been listening?” Shouta tries to use ration against Eri, and if it weren’t for the look of horror on the young girl’s face, you would have laughed. Instead, you jammed your elbow back and into the muscle of his thigh in reprimand.

“I’ll be good! I’ll go to sleep!” Eri hurries to clamber under the covers, and while she’s distracted, you shoot a glare over your shoulder at Shouta. 

You nearly do a double take when you find him grinning down at you, arms crossed and clearly amused at the situation. 

“Remember what we talked about, Eri.” You try to hide your grin at Shouta’s teasing by turning back to the child you’re supposed to be tucking into bed. Adorably, she has the covers pulled up to her nose and her eyes screwed shut so tight her face is scrunched up. “Santa comes once a year, and only when you’re asleep.”

She keeps her eyes shut, and nods stiffly. 

“Good girl,” Shouta hums, clearly satisfied that she isn’t refusing to even get in bed like she had for the entire month so far. “Now, sleep.”

She nods again, and you press a palm over your mouth to keep from laughing. You stand as gently as you can before slipping out of the room silently. 

Suddenly, you’re standing in front of Shouta as he closes the door soundlessly. You’re too close, or maybe not close enough, in the cramped hallway with only a few inches separating you. It’s a little exhilarating, having to tilt your head to look up at him while he studies you just as closely. 

You think, distantly, that you’d like to kiss him. 

“Stay for a drink?” He murmurs, and you’re not sure if it’s to keep Eri from overhearing or to not burst the quiet bubble surrounding the two of you, but you’re positive that you don’t care either way as long as he keeps looking at you as intensely as he currently was. 

“Yeah, okay.” You agree, hating how you sound a little breathless. 

It’s not your first time being alone with Shouta, but in all the years you’ve known him, it’s never felt so intimate before. Maybe it was because it was the evening, or that you had worked as a team to tuck Eri into bed, but something had shifted between the two of you.

Something had been shifting. 

You followed him into the kitchen where you climbed onto one of the stools sitting at the island counter. It was silent as he opened the fridge to pull out two beers, and it was still silent as he opened one of the cans and handed it to you. 

“Thank you for this.” His words carried through the kitchen as he settled onto the stool beside you, and you knew he meant more than just staying for the drinks. 

You twisted on the stool to face him, your knees pressing into his thigh and head propped on your fist. He didn’t turn to face you, but you could tell he felt the weight of your stare in the way he held his can between his hands, how he pushed his thigh back against your knees in both acknowledgement and acceptance of their presence. 

“You take care of so many, Shouta. Who takes care of you?”

You hadn’t meant to ask that question. Not really. But it had always been on your mind. He gave his all to those around him; Yamada, his students, Eri. 

He took care of you, too. Offering to stay late to help you grade or plan, helping brainstorm ways to push your students to the absolute maximum of what they were capable of. 

“I guess I’ve never thought about that.” He answered over a sip of his beer, and the honesty in his voice nearly cracked your heart open. 

You wanted to take care of him.

“Shouta,” The call of his name finally earned you the prize of his attention, and you didn’t hesitate as you leaned forward to press your lips against his gently. 

At first, it was only a desperate need for him to know how much you cared for him that had you acting. Kissing him was the only logical conclusion to those feelings, a final attempt to show him how much he meant to you without tripping over the words you had never been able to force out. But when you felt Shouta kiss you back? When you felt the fervent press of his lips just as urgent against yours?

His hand, cold from the can he had been clutching so carefully a second before, curved to the side of your neck with his thumb notching just under the side of your jaw. A possessive touch, and one you absolutely could get used to. Leaning even further into him, you set a hand on his leg to balance yourself between the two stools. 

But somewhere between Shouta pulling you even closer by the hand on your neck and his tongue swiping across your bottom lip, you managed to hear tiny, sock-clad feet pad into the room. 

“I thought I heard bells!” 

You shot away from Shouta like he electrocuted you, one hand shoving at his chest to separate the both of you despite the act being seemingly impossible only seconds before. Your chest rose and fell quickly, out of breath from both the shock of seeing Eri standing in the kitchen and what had just transpired with Shouta. 

“What did I say about getting out of bed?” Despite having been shoved from his stool, Shouta himself seemed relatively relaxed about the whole situation, and for the first time, you cursed his rational head. 

Except, in the dim lighting, you managed to spot the faint blush creeping up his neck. 

“No Santa!” Eri gasped, hands slapping over her mouth like she was in shock she had forgotten before she turned and ran back down the hallway towards her bedroom. 

Shouta shook his head in amusement, then turned towards you, a determined look in his eyes that almost made you shiver. 

“I’ll put her back down.” He promised. “Then we can talk.”

About the kiss. You flushed brightly just thinking about it, and you watched as the hint of a smile twitched in the corner of his lips. 

“I’d like that.” You murmured sincerely, and with a final glance to make sure you weren’t running off, he followed Eri down the hall at a much more relaxed pace. 

You pressed the tips of your fingers against your lips, still tingling even with Shouta in a different room. And for a moment, you considered that maybe Kaminari was right, after all. 

Maybe Santa came more than one night a year.

[honeipie]

TWO MINUTES

katsuki x fem!reader

synopsis: your child is learning how to brush their teeth for the first time, but need a little extra motivation

“torami, baby, at least hold it for me-“

“no!” your little girl went running out of the bathroom making you throw your head back with a groan.

“it’s not gonna hurt you! it’s just a toothbrush okay?” you walked out of the bathroom to chase your little girl. torami was about three and a half, so you were trying to teach her how to be a bit more independent. she wasn’t up for it though. at every turn she’s given you some sort of problem.

you stopped in the living room where katsuki sat reading his book. there was a lump of blankets on the couch next to him moving more than regular blankets should. the annoyance you once felt dispersed from your body as you walked closer. carefully you plucked the book out of his hand and placed it upside down on the table so he wouldn’t lose his spot.

“i was reading that” but even through his feigned irritation he placed his hands securely on your waist.

“hm were you? didn’t notice” you placed your head down on his shoulder eyes going over to the restless lump of blankets “i dunno what to do with her kats. no matter what i do she just doesn’t wanna brush her teeth”

he let out a scoff moving his one hand up and down your side “you gotta be firm that’s why. can’t let her wiggle away”

speaking of wiggling away, torami had enough time hiding under the blanket and decided to crawl out slowly, but she wasn’t fast enough. katsuki grabbed her one ankle and pulled her right back to the both of you. giggles erupted from her tiny body as he flung her over his shoulder “watch and learn”

the two of you got up from your spot on the couch and headed back into the bathroom. katsuki placed your daughter on the counter her face still flushed from laughter.

“listen brat, you have to brush your teeth-“

“no!”

"hey! you can't just tell me no! i'm your fa-"

"no!"

katsuki looked back at you in absolute disbelief and all you could do was give him a smirk "c'mon kats, put your foot down. be firm."

katsuki didn't give you any type of look. instead he took the classier route, flipping you off. you didn't have time to be shocked, your daughter did that for you.

"daddy that's not nice! say sorry!"

his eyes widened as he sputtered to get his next words out "what? but she- that's not-" with an annoyed huff he placed two fingers on the bridge of his nose "fine.. i'm very sorry y/n-"

"it's not y/n. it's mommy!"

"i'mverysorrymommy. are we happy now?" he asked looking between both of you.

"yeah, that's fine" you shrugged deciding that was enough teasing for today. with a relived sigh, katsuki went to reach under the sink. the three of you had went toothbrush shopping hoping that it would make her more excited, you were both wrong.

"alright pick one of these you wanna use" his eyes scanned the selection of toothbrushes just as hers did. he scoffed seeing the one at the end. he lifted it up giving you a confused look "how the hell did this get in there?" in his hands was a deku themed toothbrush.

"i mean we were just letting her pick up any toothbrush she wanted. maybe that got into the mix"

wanting to be in the conversation, she leaned her tiny body over to see which one you were talking about. her eyes got big at the sight of the green colored toothbrush in his hand.

"i want that one! the green one!" leaning over just a bit more she was successful grabbing the toothbrush from his hands "uncle deku!" she squealed showing it off to you "mommy it's uncle deku!"

"that's right amibaby! i'm glad you found something you like, and so is daddy" you placed both hands on his shoulders feeling them tense up at the toothbrush "let it go blondie. just be happy that she's excited to brush her teeth" He nodded straightening up his back.

"nice toothbrush you got there kid. now we put some toothpaste on" katsuki grabbed the kiddie toothpaste from its cup on the sink. he placed a pea sized amount on the tiny toothbrush before placing the cap back on “and now brush”

torami looked down at the toothbrush and then at him. her chubby little hands switching the toothbrush from one hand to the other until she reached it out to them “you do too”

if there was one thing you could both agree on, it was that your daughter had this power over both of you. the way she tilted her head so slightly, and made her eyes look just a bit bigger. it always seemed to work.

“let’s do it” you said scooping her up from the counter. the three of you made your way into yours and katsuki’s shared bathroom. gently, you placed her down on this counter and got your own toothbrush ready. katsuki reached for his, which looked like it had been used for a good while even if he had just replaced it.

“now remember we have to brush for how many minutes?” you asked setting up your phone. one of the ideas you saw that worked with other kids was playing a fun little video with music and a countdown.

“two mommy!” torami said an excited look on her face.

“alright! three.. two.. one.. go!” at the same time you all started to brush your teeth as the music started. which was quickly drowned out by the sound of aggressive brushing from your husband. turning your head, you watched as he aggressively scrubbed his teeth, making sure to reach every single one.

torami looked at him rather concerned and shook her head “daddy not like dat” the toothbrush still being in her mouth affected her words slightly. torami went to stand up right in front of him. reaching both of her hands out she placed them over his. he stopped watching as she moved his hands gently back and forth “be nice..” she mumbled.

katsuki almost melted on the damn spot. he focused on her face, the face that he helped make. the one that was a perfect mix of both you and him. she had the same messy, blonde hair pulled back into two ponytails. but the eyes were all your doing. every time he looked into them he thought of you. the day you told him that you wanted kids, the day you told him you were pregnant. damn, he remembers them like it was yesterday.

he snapped out of it when you bumped your hip into his. all you did was give him a look, and he knew exactly what it meant.

‘you good?’

He sent back a nod your way along with moving his arm to rest lazily around your waist.

‘i’m good’

this became a special moment in the day for each one of you, though katsuki would never admit it. you could tell by his actions. how he would pick torami up, and turn her upside down mumbling something about ‘time to brush’. or how he would usually take night shifts, but now somehow ‘his schedule didn’t benefit him anymore’.

you never brought it up though. katsuki loved in his own way, and you loved it.

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a/n: a little extra to brighten your day :)

torami sat in her college dorm room on her newly decorated bed that she'd be sleeping in for the next year. it was a hard concept to grasp, being this far from home even though she begged you both to go here. there was an unfamiliar twisting in her stomach that she couldn't quite place.

her eyes glanced to the open window that had been decorated with white curtains. the sun had already set, even though she felt like she had been sitting here for only a couple of minutes. you and katsuki had left early that afternoon. he insisted that you all woke up early to get a head start before the rest of those "extras". the one trait that he most definitely didn't pass onto your daughter was being an early bird. so even though she complained through half of the process, she was happy to know that she wouldn't have to stress setting up with a sea of people wandering through the halls.

deciding that it was time to stop wallowing on her butt, torami got to her feet to get herself ready for bed.

right before she could go into her bathroom, she heard soft vibrations from her phone. leaning over, she noticed your face flash across the screen. torami answered it as she headed into the bathroom.

“hi mom. i’m alright if that’s what you called for”

you shuffled on the other end of the line before showing your full face “hi baby! don’t rush me off the phone so quick! i just wanted to see you settling in and say goodnight. you’re not out partying are you? is that a boy?”

“better not fuckin’ be!” katsuki yelled across the room and quickly made his way over into the camera “where the hell is he?”

“mom was messing with you”

you had bent over in laughter, but the other two bakugou’s didn’t think it was that funny “oh boo! y’all are no fun!” you and katsuki bickered all the way into your shared bathroom, but all was forgiven when he sent a slap to your ass and whispered something in your ear.

torami groaned loudly on the other line “guysss! if you’re going do be nasty at least don’t do it while i’m on the phone please”

you set the phone down on the counter, propped up against the wall “no! we’re sorry, tora” your eyes glanced over to the cup on the side, yours and katsuki’s toothbrushes sitting next to each other. with a smile you grabbed it putting it in the camera “wanna brush our teeth?”

torami gave you a look through the phone, but quickly caught herself “i’m a little old for that don’t you think?”

you shrugged grabbing katsuki’s brush and handing it to him “not to us, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to”

torami thought for a moment before smiling “let me get my toothbrush”

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My favourite type of fanfiction at the moment has been 'y/n is reincarnated into fandom to save the characters from canon!'. (currently mainly reading for JJK and MHA as that's what I'm obsessed with.) There's something so pure about the plot and how the author has fun with it. With scenes where yn is lowkey simping or the actual character of the fandom being dorky.

I think the appeal (besides the amazing writing and passion given into each chapter of these fanfic, rec list below) of this is how straightforward it can be. You already know the characters, you know the canon. All you learn when first reading is what ability you get and how you fit within the world. Which is usually attending the school or growing up with the character.

But mostly, what I love is seeing the butterfly effect and the new dynamics it can create. But lately, I can't help but wonder about a fanfic that has the vibe of 'careful what you wish for'. And seeing what ripples that could make. (I write mostly of JKK and MHA but these ideas could be apply to AOT or Demon Slayer or any other fandom.)

I find it hilarious if instead, the y/n is older than the main group. Imagine being the milf/dilf of MHA. Being the same age as All Might or old enough to adopt characters like Shigaraki.

Or being the in-between age of Deku and the teachers. Where your options are; hanging out with the League of Villains, working hard asf to be a top hero to be around Hawks/the plot. Or becoming a teacher/assistant to watch over class 1A to change canon. I mean, what else are you meant to do in your early twenties? You literally have to force yourself into the plot lol

Oh, you have a favourite character, like Nanami, Gojo or Choso you want to meet? Here you go, a new life as their child! (probably be a sibling for Choso lol) Oh you met you wanted to rizz them up and treat them right? Nope, sorry, you're forced to tag along and face any challenges that would come as being a child to a; Jujutsu sorcerer/ the strongest/ a half-curse spirit.

Oh, this time you specified the thought of being dating/married to Aizawa/Geto/Toji as you died? Kinda weird but here you go! Your new life as their spouse! But only, you don't gain memories from this new life, as you only remember about the canon. Don't mind the grief and odd looks the character is giving you, their amnesia darling. It's not like you can't remember the wedding you two shared. (for maximum angst, they have the kids and you're just clueless about being a parent and saving the canon. yikes)

Okay, but what if you get super lucky? You get to be with the main character and do real help! Everything is fine in JJK but Sukuna is dead set on killing you. Every chance he gets, he uses until he kills you. But it's only after he brought you back that you learn it's because he actually loves you. After all, you're the reincarnated of his reincarnated dead wife. (not confusion at all, lol) He was just pissed that you dead centuries ago and couldn't have the life you two planned. It was his way of getting even. Definitely not annoying when trying to save characters.

Okay, for real now. Everything is perfectly fine...But what's this? Yuji and Izuku are actually yandere for you? Oh, that wouldn't change canon that much, right?

Anyway, here are my favourites fanfics;

Otherworldy attraction by Kilkyo851 JJK | on AOE | multiple pairings

When I catch you Gege by Quinnyundertow JJK | on AOE | multiple pairings

Daybreak by sexy-captain-rexy (smolkatsudon) Star wars | poly Obi-Wan, Anakin Skywalker and reader pairing| on AOE

Promise: Thorin x Fíli x reader Hobbit | love angle with true pairing haven't been shown | on AOE (this one is interesting as reader has more visions than knowledge from media.)

Changing History [MHA! Various F!Reader] by summerblack | MHA | on Qoutev

The Future's Keeper [MHA!Various x F!Reader] by summerblack | MHA | on Quotev

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⍣ ೋ fool(s) in love

˚ · . bakugou katsuki x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ no real warnings, just bakugou daydreaming abt y/n, slight possessiveness on baku's part, mentions of sexual activity, a bit angsty ?, based off "fools in love" by inara george, mentions of pregnancy and marriage

everything you do, everywhere you go now, everything you touch, everything you feel, everything you see, everything you know now, everything you do, you do it for your baby love

fools in love. are there any different kind of lovers?

fools in love, bringing all sorts of feelings, bringing such joy—yet a devasting amount of pain for no reason.

bakugou thinks this as he scrolls mindlessly on his phone, his fingers pressing on your icons and pages.

his red eyes stare at your most recent pictures and stories, checking if you've sent any new messages to him, but there are no new ones because it's 4AM and you're dead asleep and he's here out patrolling. he stalks your page like a stranger, looking at all your highlights and comment sections of your posts, wanting to see for any recent activity. he goes through your followers, not even caring to check your following because you don't even follow people back like that. he scoffs at the new followers, men.

he exits out of the app, instead opening up his phone gallery. he does this without thinking, he's been doing this for awhile. to be specifc, for a couple of years, maybe around the time you and him got serious as a couple.

his mind subconsciously wanders to the memories he has of you, replaying those precious yet idiotic moments over and over. he lets out a sudden chuckle when he thinks of the time you slipped cartoonishly on a banana peel—the banana peel he purposely placed on the floor because he didn't actually think you were dumb enough to slip on it.

but you did—you slipped on it. and then you cried. cried like a baby, and the memory just has bakugou trying to hold back his laughter in order to not seem like a crazy person. looking around, he resumes his daydreaming.

how unusual it is for him to daydream. yeah—he has dreams and aspirations—ones that revolve around him as the world's #1 hero and being beating that dork deku. but what he's dreaming of now has him thinking long and hard.

the corners of his lips twitch up into a soft smile, his red eyes gleaming at the thought of you. the thought of maybe the relationship he has with you going on for longer than what is now. the relationship, growing and growing—just like you and him, reaching important milestones. milestones so important, like having your legal first sip of alcohol with him, buying a house together—or even something way more serious and commiting than that, like marriage.

like seeing you grin and cry tears of happiness when he pops the big question. or a year later, seeing you in a big white poofy dress, similar to a princess dress—because you certainly act like one. and seeing you walk down the aisle to him, all blushed and nervous like how you easily are. his tongue peeks out to lick his lips when he imagines him kissing you as his bride, finally making you his wife.

then there are the years of marriage. the first year, the repeated honeymoon stage, where you'll be sticking to him like glue, waiting in the living room from his return from a long day at work and practically pouncing on him because you missed him so much. the stage where neither of you will be able to keep your hands off each other, kisses and touches fervent and desperate for the other.

then the second year, when you'll be kicking him out of bed and throwing the TV remote at his head when he refuses to order you food at 12AM. maybe this year, or the next, with last year's effort, you'll end up pregnant with your first child, his child. preferably a girl, one that has your cute face but certainly not your bratty tendencies.

then the next years will pass in a blur, maybe you'll bear him another brat or two, giving him the family he secretly wants. you'll be the mother of his children, the matching pepper shaker to his salt shaker. you'll grow old with him, becoming more cranky and argumentative with him about which show to watch. he'll call you a grandma, a old hag, then he'll begin reading signs and posters for you when your eyesight is so shitty after your constant years of nights of being on your phone at full brightness in the dark.

then he'll finally retire and buy the two of you a nice home, preferably near a beach as you'd love. the two of you will spend the rest of your life there, still arguing about what to have for dinner and then go to sleep with your nails caressing the skin of his spine.

when it's that time, before he's too old to make sensible decisions, he'll write out instructions to whoever will take care of you when he leaves. he'll be the one to die first, he doesn't like the idea of living without you. he'll make sure to write in bold letters that you don't like tomatoes or onions, and that you need to be reminded to drink at least two cups of water a day because you're forgetful like that.

he'll buy the two of you shared graves, matching caskets. of course he leaves your side of the grave blank, you'll live on to live without him for many more years despite your horrible diet consisting mainly of soda and candy.

you'll pass away in your sleep, painless and unaware, warm and tucked in the bed you used to share with him. then, you'll join him in the afterlife, slapping and hitting him for leaving you "so early".

bakugou's eyes reopen to his supervisor bidding him farewell, telling him his shift is open and go home and rest. he makes his way home, cussing out the train station workers when his train is delayed by 5 minutes.

when he gets finally gets home, he sets down the teddy bear he bought you on your side of the bed, careful to not awake you. he strips himself of his hero suit, debating whether or not to sleep and then take a shower later, or to take a shower now and then sleep.

you answer for him, sitting up from the bed to sleepily wrap your arms around the small of his waist, the same waist you were cussing him out over due to jealousy. you pull him onto the bed, mumbling little "i miss you"s while also damning him to hell for working so late.

you ignore the fact he smells like shit, that he's dirty and needs to take a shower. instead, you glide your pedicured nails that he paid for over the exposed skin of his shoulders, making their way up his nape then to his hair. he practically purrs at the goosebumps that rise on his skin, his eyes fluttering shut with the way you're lulling him to sleep against his will like you always do.

as he gives in to the heavy weight of sleep, his mind comes back to that wonderful dream he had. though, it goes away once he does fall asleep. he doesn't mind, after all, you're both still young and barely 20. you two have many years ahead, and hopefully, you'll be spending those years with him.

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