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tobegiggledat · 2 years ago

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To the One I Greatly Cherish

18+ CONTENT AHEAD MDNI

✦pairings: Nemuri Kayama (Midnight) x afab!reader, Emi Fukukado (Ms. Joke) x afab!reader

✦word count: 4.7k (this part only), 9.4k (total)

✦summary: A series of anonymous love letters fill your inbox days before the world's most notable romantic holiday, but who could possibly be your secret admirer? Will you be able to find out their identity in time for Valentine's Day?

✦warnings: slight angst, guilt, kissing, massages, mutual fingering, oral sex, clit-leashing, vaginal sex, dildos, praise, begging, pet names (angel)

✦a/n: A special fic for the folks that only got love from fictional characters this year (me)

This fic has different endings depending on who you think wrote the letters (you’ll have to choose a link at the bottom), but I’d recommend reading both for the full context.

To the one I greatly cherish,

If you’re captivating eyes manage to stumble upon this message, then you must know how often you cross my mind.

And how there isn't a breath I take that isn't fueled by my desire to be with you one day.

Even from a distance, your presence will continue to consume me, although I'm afraid you won't understand.

Longing for you always,

Your Secret Admirer

It’s only been a day since you’ve discovered that someone wants to pursue you from afar.

The first message from this unknown sender was delivered with an eye-catching header to your school email address, one which you clicked with an urgency, zipping across the romantic lines before your cursor could keep up with you. The thought of it still sends a fresh rush of warm fervor through your system at the possibility of who it may be.

When was the last time someone yearned for you, let alone expressed it in such a heartfelt way?

A blaring bell chimes to interrupt your reminiscence. It's a signal for another day's work at U.A. High School, and as the Heroics Department’s Journalism teacher you mustn’t spend your time idly.

Dozens of students flock to their seats, some bright-eyed and eager to learn, while others give distant, dull gazes you’re certain wouldn’t falter even if the sky were to somehow collapse into your very classroom.

No matter, you’ll teach the subject with utmost enthusiasm as it’s one you’ve been passionate about since youth. Many of your teenage years were spent gathering first hand sources on heroic symbolism, the faults/benefits of quirk regulation, and more. You managed to garner a following for yourself on all socials—though whether you’re a good journalist or not has always been…up for debate.

Today’s lesson goes by swiftly, with you discussing privacy rights and the importance of examining a source’s background and potential interests. It's a lesson you could've used many years ago, nonetheless, you believe you'll shape your students into promising reporters even as you grow from your past mishaps.

The next period gives you an opportunity to collect your thoughts; an empty classroom makes for an empty mind, although your fingers itch to finally text your best friend about the whole “secret admirer” ordeal.

You: Gained a potential love interest today👀

Emi: Right, and it's not that one loser from the bar again is it?

You: Hmm, maybe. They're a secret admirer after all

Emi: So, secretly the loser from the bar?

You: I’d hope not, but the secret part does make that sound a bit more alluring.

You: Let's grab coffee later so I can tell you more.

Your phone slides from your hands and onto the desk in exchange for the stack of papers you were meant to grade. Your pointy, red pen taps against your bottom lip as you scan over the neat arrangement of letters at the top of the stack, checking and ticking along the margins then repeating this for the next page or until class ends.

The lunch bell inevitably releases you from your dreary task, and you're quick to align the correct stacks in their designated corners before gathering your lunch box and taking off toward your usual secluded spot.

Students line the walls in minimally chaotic rows, something you've come to appreciate as order is always upheld in U.A. despite how small.

You turn the corner into an empty hall, but your heart plunges into your ass upon looking to the very end of it to discover the long, violet strands and crimson lenses of Nemuri Kayama.

In an instant, you think to escape before she makes out your presence, but just when you turn on your heels to do so she gives you a condescending smirk while raising a palm to give a curt wave.

The controversy of your past always seems to linger.

“Afternoon, Kayama”, you keep your introduction brief upon clashing with her stark center amidst the path.

“Professor Kayama”, she corrects snobbishly. “Remember, this is a school environment, not one of your trashy articles.” Her shapely brows frown as she grits her teeth.

You give her a faux grin to appease her ridiculous standards of professionalism. “Trashy or blunt truths you chose to avoid?”

Her eyes nearly roll back into their sockets. “If you're the source of truth, then maybe the world is too incapable to seek it themselves.” Kayama whips her hair away with a pale hand, the click-clack of her heels echoing against the tile as she storms off.

You're just glad the whole thing is over with.

You stumble upon your destination; a quiet gated area outside the back of the school. The trees around it are ample of life, leaving shadowy freckles of shade across your skin as you sit beneath its thick heads of leaves.

Your head turns to and fro while you attempt to spot the signature dark wardrobe of your occasional accompanier, but it seems he hasn't arrived today.

Besides you and Aizawa, no one else has noticed this area's unusual privacy, but it makes things all the more peaceful.

You chow down on leftovers from yesterday's dinner then depart to begin teaching the last two classes; stringing together repetitions from the lesson earlier except with more exaggeration on the privacy aspect.

You head out to meet Emi minutes before the final bell rings, giving your class an early dismissal as long as they agree to go about it quietly.

You've known Emi since high school, although you ultimately decided to teach at U.A. for more newsgathering opportunities. Emi never lets you hear the end of it as she jokingly calls you the traitor of Ketsubutsu whenever you'd mention your experiences there.

While you weren't in the heroics program back when you were a student, you made notable achievements as an intern for a national website by investigating scandals of corrupt heroes and crafting opinion pieces on the ethics of hero society.

You met Emi at the beginning of your first-year orientation, with the two of you sitting beside each other at the assembly hall, playing off of each other's jokes in whispers and concealed giggles to keep yourselves entertained.

You could never bring yourself to admit that she's the funniest of the two of you, but you've always spoken of how you admire her approach to heroism as she brings smiles to civilian's faces even without the use of her quirk.

Sweet aromas of vanilla and herbs waft through the coffee shop air, with dim lights illuminating the rustic interior and dark wooden tables placed in all corners.

Emi’s seated near the end of the cafe and has already ordered you and her drinks. You make your way to her table, teeth gleaming and eyes bright while meeting her own eager, chartreuse ones.

“Hey, what’s the news?”Emi chirps, sliding a cup to your end of the table.

You hold the drink firmly before releasing a small sigh. “Not much to tell. I still don’t have the slightest clue as to who they might be.”

“I’m excited!” Her smile grows wider as she twists side to side with glee. “What’ll you do once you find out?”

“Probably marry them or something. I mean, no one has ever gone through this much effort for me”, you jape despite the depressing reality of your words, then take a sip of your drink, savoring the familiar flavors with each gulp.

She puckers her lips to give a playful pout. “Does this mean you’ll replace me?” She asks with fake weariness. “Does what we have mean so little to you?”

You reassure her teasingly, “Don’t worry, I’ll marry you next if things don’t work out this time.”

She taps her lips with her straw as if considering. “With such a good offer, I’m not sure if I want to help you with this anymore.”

“Oh, come on, Emi. You know I’ll always love you.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll help you”, she relents. “Maybe you should try picking a person close to you and observing them.”

“Hmm…funnily enough, I’m not that close to any of my coworkers. It’s weird I received a love letter through my school email at all.” You reach down to take another hefty sip.

“But there’s gotta be someone you know at least a little more than the others.”

You take a moment to ponder. “Sometimes, I sit with Aizawa during lunch, although we don’t talk often so we just enjoy each other’s silences.”

Emi’s brows raise noticeably. “Yikes…if anything I’d think he’s your least likely candidate.”

“I know, but there aren’t many options to choose from. Kayama hates me, I hardly get a chance to speak to Mic or Vlad outside of meetings, and All Might is…All Might.”

“Well, if Aizawa is your best bet there shouldn’t be harm in looking into him anyways, right?”

“Yeah, I guess so...”

You and Emi’s talk concludes with exchanged hugs before you take your train home, contemplating Emi’s suggestion and how to go about your approach.

When you arrive, you hastily discard your work clothes before putting on something more comfortable and lounging on your bed to reread the email you received.

Is this really something Aizawa would write, you hesitantly contemplate to yourself, scanning over the flowery words and recoiling at the idea of him putting them together—you ultimately decide it’s tomorrow's problem.

✦✦✦ ✦✦✦

To the one I greatly cherish,

I hope you’re pleased reading my messages as much as I am while writing them.

As the time passes, I find my days to be progressively trivial without you.

My most profitable successes are worthless as they’re void of your companionship. My biggest fear overlaps with my inability to have you.

Will we ever be united? It’s up to fate to decide.

Continuing to be blessed by you,

Your Secret Admirer

Today’s letter creates new waves of violent jitters along your spine, coupling with the preexisting dread that’s already palpitating through your system at the thought of approaching Aizawa about it.

You’re unsure how you’d feel if you found out he truly had feelings for you, and while you told Emi you’d probably reciprocate them, you can’t say that for certain.

You've grown to respect Aizawa to some degree after investigating his days as the underground hero, Eraserhead, but nothing more as of yet.

Only time will tell, for now you’d just like to get to the bottom of who’s been plotting to romance you, once and for all.

The lunch bell eventually stirs to life, and with your steeled resolve, you hurriedly pace along the halls, toward the back of the school.

The dark blue doors feel heavy against your palms as you press on them to finally arrive at the shaded area. Its lulling atmosphere is as undisturbed as you expected, you spot Aizawa’s rugged form on a bench, faced away and gazing at the limited scenery of the campus.

“Hey, is it okay if I sit here?” You ask upon approaching him while awkwardly hovering outside his range of sight.

He nods slightly but makes no effort to turn your direction.

You take a seat beside him, picking at the prints of your fingers to occupy yourself and the silence. “It’s beautiful weather for February, isn’t it? I honestly expected a little more snow”, you finally attempt to break the tension.

He hums softly in agreement but nothing more.

“Valentine’s day is right around the corner, but I’m not one to usually celebrate it”, you pause, clenching your peeling fingers into a snug fist. “What about you—”

“You’re awfully chatty today”, Aizawa interrupts, his voice gruff with irritation as his hands hook along the sides of his scarf.

Your words are nearly caught on your tongue. “I’m sorry?”

“If this is for one of your news columns or something, I have no interest in gossiping.”

You sneer, turning fully to face him, but only his stoic, disinterested profile can be seen. “That’s not my field of work and you know it. Haven’t you read any of my reports?”

“Possibly, but it’s not like I’d remember those kinds of things.”

Ouch.

“Whatever, it’s nothing. Sorry to have bothered you.” You defeatedly rise from your seat, throat and eyes stinging from the heat that grows with each step you take toward the door.

This isn’t the first time your work has been reduced to pandering nonsense, but for some reason it hurts way more than usual.

“Fuck”, you mutter quietly, sniffling away in the nearest bathroom stall as you try to collect yourself.

Has it really been that long since you’ve written something that deconstructed the masses view on heroics? You must’ve grown too complacent at this school—in fact, this is where it all went wrong.

Choosing to become a teacher instead of risking your comfort to uncover hidden truths wasn’t what you initially planned.

But is it so wrong to change paths even when your prior choice was deemed more impactful?

Is it so wrong to write proposals about a hopeful, nonexistent future than to expose more darkness of a knowingly ineffective society? You’ve long realized the corruption runs deeper than you ever could’ve hoped to shed light on. You journal about the new era of quirks, searching for an ability that’ll make the old way of things seem outdated.

Is that too foolish to look forward to?

Your phone vibrates along your clothes’ seams, and you swiftly remove it from your pocket as you swipe away the last of your tears.

Emi: Soo, is Aizawa dying to be with you or what???

A small smile creeps up your cheeks at her overwhelming interest.

You: Nope. It was a complete shut down.

Emi: It’s okay. I’ve been there too, Aizawa’s tough.❤️

A hefty exhale escapes you before you finally make yourself presentable enough to return to your classroom and finish teaching for the rest of the day.

Once classes end, Mic summons all of the heroics teachers into the teacher’s lounge to invite everyone out for drinks in celebration of his podcast’s growing success.

You: I was invited to go to a club with my coworkers tomorrow night, should I go?

Emi: Yes!! How else will you find your true love?!

You: Yeah, but with Aizawa and Kayama it'll be awkward :(

Emi: Aizawa doesn't go out on school days so you should be down at least one problem

You: Fair enough, I’ll just try to avoid Kayama the whole night🥲

Now, the only thing left to do is prepare yourself for another long day of hardships…

✦✦✦ ✦✦✦

To the one I greatly cherish,

Come find me on Valentine’s Day so that I'll be rightfully yours. Let your heart guide you to the correct choice if you feel the same as I.

Thinking of you fondly,

Your Secret Admirer

Unlike the emails from before, today's love letter arrives a half hour after school ends rather than before it starts, and is much briefer in length.

You’re expected to somehow discover the identity of your admirer within a few days and without much to go off of.

It’s almost like they never wanted to be discovered in the first place.

Sharp pin-pricks zip through palms and into your twitching fingertips as the nervous chill that’s pervaded your body attempts to find an outlet through your skin.

If only they knew their longing is being reciprocated…

You aid your shudders with disordered breaths, mentally counting each dry pant before drafting a text to update Emi on the state of your situation.

To pass the time before meeting with your coworkers and to get your mind off the whole letter ordeal, you spend the rest of the evening formulating your lesson plans for the next week.

It’s tedious but necessary work as you ultimately decide on journalism ethics and informed opinions for the topics.

Emi still hasn’t responded to your texts since before classes ended, although you know she’ll want you to persist with going out anyways.

Nighttime arrives and you promptly put together a casual yet tasteful look then exit your home with the weight of the world seemingly trapped in your chest. The ride there is even more disorienting with clammy passengers cramming all corners of the train and bracing themselves for each turn with the lack of space.

Luckily, the trip is short as you find yourself standing before the glowing green lights of the club’s name etched in neon, with purple hues also trailing the rim of it and leading down to the snowy glass doors.

You tug at the elongated handles, breath caught in your throat as you take your first steps toward the source of your unease.

Ambient music sweeps through your ears, its vibrations jolting enough to stir the hairs on your skin and rattle the depths of your bones. Your eyes drift across the arrangement of floundering civilians to spot the bright yellow of Mic’s hair as he’s seated on a stool closest to the front of the bar.

His hands flail outwardly to make exuberant gestures while he speaks to a hooded man beside him. Kayama also sits near Mic, slender fingers cupped around a glass with a salted rim and lemon. Her glossy lips meet the edge of it as her gaze passes between Mic and the unfamiliar man as they speak.

How long will you continue to watch from a distance?

Your hands cup the sides of your arms for comfort—but suddenly, as if Kayama could feel the force of your stare, her intense blue irises spot you in her periphery before promptly shifting away.

Your body moves backward mechanically to leave until you feel your phone chime against you.

Call me, the message from Emi reads, and you take off toward a dark, empty hallway at the end of the club to do just that.

Thankfully, the area is quiet and private enough for you to make the call.

“Hey, have you reached the bar yet?” Emi cheerfully answers after the first ring.

You press the phone tightly to your ear. “Yeah, but I’m not sure if I can do this anymore. I feel so out of place here”, your voice drifts as you speak, tone shaky and uncertain.

“I get what you mean. It must be exhausting to perform in front of people you’re not really familiar with.”

“Right. I just never expected having a secret admirer to be so…stressful.” Your head falls back against the wall as you shut your eyes gently. “How will I ever find out who they are if they never plan to reveal themselves?”

“I’m not sure, but if you really want to find out this may be your only chance.”

“Yeah, then I should probably get back to it... Thanks, Emi.” You take a last sigh of relief before reluctantly hanging up to go back to the rest of the group.

As you turn the corner to retreat, a dizzying force crashes into you and sends your heels tumbling backward, scrambling for a tidbit of balance.

Before an apology could form on your tongue, you recognize the passerby as no one other than Kayama and begin to pull yourself away.

“ ‘m sorry, just came to check up on you”, Kayama’s words are slightly slurred as she speaks. She clumsily swipes her purple wisps from her deeply stained cheeks. Her eyes are glassy, pupils blown as they examine you with an intrigue you’ve never witnessed from her.

“Are you drunk?” You ask hesitantly, but she only blinks at you slowly.

“Just tipsy, but come on.” Her hand locks around your wrist as she pulls you along the halls to lead you back to the bar, and for some reason you don’t pull away. You opt to be dictated by her impulse despite the conflict that’s always existed between you.

Mic and the stranger have gone off somewhere by the time you both return. Kayama pulls herself to the counter and orders another round of shots after awkwardly pointing along the lengthy menu provided to her.

Three clear glasses are slid in front of you with a smirk passing over Kayama’s lips.

You question if her actions are a drunken whim or a genuine attempt to mend your strained dynamic, but you don’t think it matters much.

This’ll make things easier, right?

Fuck it. You gulp down all three shots consecutively, jaw tightening as the burning liquid courses down your throat and through your chest. Heat seeps into your nerves while the alcohol begins to conquer your judgment.

Kayama’s smile grows wider, a giddy hum passing through her lips. “Let’s have some fun!” She redirects you once more, except to the dance floor as the next song begins to play.

Her body begins to sway delicately to the thrums of each beat, a series of synchronized yet hypnotic movements possessing her limbs as her piercing eyes remain on yours.

She shuffles a little closer then places a soft palm on your shoulder, trailing down along your sleeves then grasping your hand again tightly. She twirls away on the tips of her feet, free hand extended outward, before pulling into you and pressing her back firmly against your chest, while her hips curve into your own.

As quickly as she spins into you, she turns back to face you with her features no more than a breath away from yours. She stills for a moment, quietly taking in each ridge across your cheeks and the delicate shape of your lips.

“You’re really hot, y’know that?” She speaks tenderly against you, although there’s an underlying sadness as she utters it, one her facial expression seems to mimic as well.

“Buut…I still haven’t forgiven you”, she winks without any trace of her earlier gloom present. The heat of her closeness disappears to leave you cold and aching as she turns away to leave the club without another word.

Her words still echo across your synapses while the clarity of her silhouette slowly fades until gone completely.

You've wronged her but have yet to atone even though the guilt of your actions continue to fester and swell in your chest to engrave rotten, pus-filled holes in the walls of your heart. It oozes and drips into your veins as it spoils you, body and mind.

Would she ever accept your pleas of forgiveness if you were to give them to her? Does she too believe that the tight-walk around the conversation has gone on for too long?

You anxiously text Emi on the way home.

You: I think I may have found my secret admirer

Maybe the letters were a ruse to finally address things once and for all…

✦✦✦ ✦✦✦

The very next morning Emi sends a message to your school email.

Hey

No service right now but email me back if you need anything :)

Emi

A wave of relief washes over you now that you’ve been given the reasoning for Emi’s lack of responses.

You’re eager to give her more juicy details on your valentine, but you’d rather discuss with her in person once classes end.

Today is a typical Friday, with students excitedly whispering discussions of their weekend plans, and teachers assigning the appropriate amount of coursework for the next two days off.

Despite the upcoming weekend, you won’t be at ease as Valentine’s Day will be on the approaching Monday and you’re still dissatisfied with your “investigation”.

You’ve yet to see Midnight, even after intentionally passing her classroom, but other than that classes go by swimmingly.

Emi receives your email begging her to let you come over to her apartment so that the two of you can chat and she obliges.

Still dressed in your work attire, you give a few taps on the beige door to Emi’s apartment, which opens the moment your knuckles retreat from its smooth wood.

"Hey, come on in”, Emi greets, swiftly turning so that you'd follow her into her lavish living room, adorned with patterned wallpaper and two lime-green suede sofas at the center.

She sits on the farthest end of one of the couches and you join right beside her. The small coffee table before you is already decorated with snacks and drinks, you smile at the thought of having another movie night or sleepover with her.

“So tell me about it already”, Emi says, eyes wide and fingers clasped together as if she’s pleading.

“Emi, you're not going to believe me when I tell you who it is”, you begin as you reach passively for a bottle of water to occupy your hands.

She gasps. “No way, is it Kayama?”

You nod with a smug grin. “I think so, but I'm not one-hundred percent sure yet.”

“What makes you think it's her? She totally hates you.”

“That's what I thought too, until she started dancing with me at the club the other night.”

Emi claps her palms over her mouth as you continue, her emerald brows nearly touching the soft hairs of her hairline.

“We were both a bit drunk but I still think it was odd she tried to initiate anything with me at all.”

“Did you get a chance to talk with Mic or the others?” Emi asks with undeviating attention.

“No, not once. I doubt they had anything to do with this otherwise they would've made an attempt to reach out to me.” You focus on the feeling of the cool condensation on your fingers as you speak, rolling the thin plastic bottle between each hand.

Emi hums in agreement. “Good point. And going by the emails, this person must really-really like you. They're not just someone who passed you by and thought you were cute.”

“Yeah, putting it that way means Midnight is the only one I’ve had a history with, even though we’ve…drifted apart.” You let out a deep sigh before finally taking a few gulps of water. “Emi, things would’ve been so much easier if you were the one behind this.” Your pouty eyes meet hers, and for a second her expression is unreadable.

“What if I actually was?” She asks softly, but her features are stern as she awaits your reply. Her body unconsciously shifts closer to you while yours goes rigid.

“You mean, you’re my secret admirer?”

“Mhmm.” Her stare slowly trails to your lips and lingers there for what feels like an eternity.

You swear your cheeks are searing to the touch as warmth spreads beneath your skin from the intensity of her look.

“I’m just kidding!” Emi suddenly beams then playfully taps your shoulder. “You should’ve seen the look on your face.”

“Don’t joke like that Emi. My heart was racing.” You can’t bring yourself to look her in the eyes.

“Good, that means you’ve fallen for me.”

Shortly after talking with Emi, she puts on a romcom that she's been wanting to see for ages, but you can hardly pay any attention to it.

Are you overthinking what she said earlier?

It feels like you’ve known Emi forever, but it’s still hard to tell when she’s being serious at times.

Maybe you shouldn’t brush off the possibility of there being some truth to what she suggested, after all, she could’ve easily sent you those emails at any moment.

You decide not to sleepover at Emi’s house that night due to the unusual nervousness that accompanies you at the thought of sharing a bed with her.

Under the comfort of your duvet, you look into the pitch-black darkness of your room, silently meditating on what you’ve gathered while looking into your admirer's identity.

You vividly recall Kayama’s fleeting interest in spending time with you and how it correlates with the sudden letters. Do her feelings for you remain despite all that’s happened?

You also begin to ruminate the feel of Emi’s harsh stare as she spoke with you earlier. When she entertained your misled thoughts about the emails, was it merely façade?

After deliberating, only one conclusion seems most sensical to you. The orchestrator of it all has to be

Emi ✦ Kayama

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trashland-llamas · 2 years ago

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Opposites Attract

—Eraserhead—

Pays attention

Listens, offers questions here and there, genuinely likes her stories

Can cook a certain array of food

Gets them into trouble with the media

Laughs then asks if she’s okay

At most, pays for the gas. At worst, critiques the hell out of Emi’s driving

Reads 10 books a month

The moon to Ms. Joke’s stars & Mic’s sky

Purposely puts her favorite mug on the highest shelf

‘DID NOT!’

Loves his personal space

Minimalist; really sticking with the bachelor pad if it weren’t for Ms. Joke

Takes the longest amount of time to get ready

‘Your mom’

—Ms. Joke—

Pretends to pay attention

Can talk about anything and everything

Loves to eat, burns everything she tries to cook

Somehow makes it even worse

Immediately asks if he’s okay, bringing out the first aid kit even if it’s unnecessary

Happily drives Aizawa everywhere, him being her passenger prince

19, Jared, never learned how to read

The stars to Aizawa’s moon & Mic’s sky

Climbs the counter to get it

‘MIC! HE LAUGHED!’ ‘DID TOO!’

Also loves Aizawa’s personal space

Maximalist; trinkets everywhere but not as much as she’d like

Asks if they’re ready to go every 5 seconds

‘Your dad’

—Present Mic—

Tries to pay attention but eventually zones out

Equally talks and listens, tries to get Aizawa’s opinion/input on a lot of thing

Is the one that gets his hand smacked cause he got caught trying to sneak a bite

Gets them out of trouble, usually involves a lot of ass-kissing

Tells Emi not to be such a worrywart while also scolding Aizawa for not letting her take care of him

Forever stuck in the backseat, giving directions or looking up needed intel

Has to reread the same page a million times to understand anything

The Earth to Aizawa’s moon & Emi’s constellations

Picks Emi up whenever she wants to be taller or ‘have the high ground’ in her words on Aizawa

‘NO FUCKING WAY!’ Runs to whatever room they’re in

Also loves Aizawa’s personal space

In-between, is the one that got Aizawa & Emi to comprise

Helps Aizawa with his daily makeup routine, his beauty routine being just as long

‘Shut up, both of you.’ They’d go for hours if he didn’t say anything

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #eraserjokemic #erasermicjoke #not x reader #anime #eraserhead #ms joke #hizashi yamada #aizawa shouta #emi fukukado #present mic

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theoriginalkaminari · 5 months ago

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Epic fight!

Ftm reader x Shota Aizawa!

Warnings!: frenemys, swearing, reader goes by He/him, ms joke crosses a line and shit, ending is kinda shit, sorry guys.

"Eraserhead? Is that you?" A familiar irritating and hyper voice calls out. Aizawa freezes in his tracks.

No.

Anyone but her. He feels his heart stop in fear, his blood going cold.

You recognize this voice.

Ms Joke, also known as Emi Fukukado, waves to you and Aizawa enthusiastically as she walks up to you, Aizawa and his class, her own class of students trailing behind her.

"Oh, Y/N! You're here too." She forces a smile, looking you up and down.

You force a laugh and fold your arms. "Why wouldn't I be? I am Shota's husband, after all." You say through a fake as hell smile. You grab Shota's waist, pulling him closer to you as you and Emi glare daggers at each other.

"Whats going on?" Ochako whispers to Izuku as the whole class of 1-A watches you and Ms Joke pretend to be friends.

Izuku surprisingly knows whats happening. "Oh! Well, theres a bit of drama going on between the three." He says, beginning his explanation.

"You see, Ms Joke and [Your Hero Name] have been rivals for a while. Mostly because [Your Hero Name] is married to Mr. Aizawa, and also is a very jealous man." Izuku says, doing his best to keep his voice low enough so the three adults don't hear him. "One time, Ms Joke called [Your Hero Name] by his dead name, and he almost killed her." He whispers.

Ochako's eyes widen. "What?!" She exclaims. Mina giggles. "Oh, this is so juicy!" She smiles brightly.

Aizawa begins to feel a bit nervous. You're always absolutely fucking terrifying when you're angry or jealous, and you're making him stand hip to hip with you as you bitch smile at Ms Joke.

"Why doesn't he step in and stop them?" Momo asks out loud to the class. Kaminari snickers. "He probably doesn't wanna sleep on the couch." He says. The class continues to watch you with laser focus.

"Its been so long since we've seen each other!" Ms Joke says with an annoyed smile. "You look..." she gives you a disgusted expression as she looks you up and down.

You laugh, forced and annoyed. "Better than you ever had." You finish for her. "At least I don't look like I just stepped out of the circus." You retort, causing her to glare at you as she forces a smile.

"Haha, your so funny!" She gives you a fake as hell grin. "No, I was going to say you look very feminine today!" She says.

You glare dagger as her as you lean closer, giving her the fakest smile. "Haha! Fuck you." You say through grit teeth.

Aizawa places his hand on your chest, pulling you back towards him. "Thats enough. Lets go, Y/N." He says, dragging you away.

Ms Joke smirks as you walk away. "See ya around, [Dead name]!"

You freeze.

The class freezes.

Aizawa sigh, knowing whats going to happen.

You immediately turn to Ms Joke, a look a fury on your face. Your blood boils. You run towards her, ready to fuck her up.

But sadly, before you can tear her vocal cords out, Aizawa uses his quirk to defuse yours, and holds you back with his scarf.

"Thats enough. His name is Y/N. Please don't make that mistake again." Aizawa says sternly, glaring at Ms Joke as he reels you in, pulling you close. "Excuse us." He says in a deadpanned tone as he walks away with you.

Aizawa drags you into a private place, then lets you punch a wall.

You absolutely fucking destroy that wall.

Afterwards, Aizawa places a hand on his your shoulder and pulls you into a hug. He caresses your hug as you grip his scarf tightly, burrying your face in his shoulder and letting out muffled screams of frustration.

"Listen, don't let her get to you." He says quietly. "Only you can say who you really are." He whispers, kissing your temple. "But to me, you're my husband. My beautiful boy, my prince." Aizawa rubs your back.

"The most perfect boy in the world."

#bnha #mha #shota aizawa x male reader #shota aizawa x reader #shota aizawa x y/n #x male reader #transgender

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bingewatchintilldawn · 2 years ago

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HOLD MA' PEOPLE

are you telling me that....ONLY 6% OF PEOPLE HAVE VOTED FOR EMI???

IM SORRY, THIS GURL HAS PROLLY HAD A SIDE-GIG AS A CLOWN FOR BIRTHDAY PARTIES AND NO ONE IS VOTING FOR HER???

Outrageous

#This cant be #i-#EMI STANS #WE MUST RISE #RISE LIKE THE TMNT #(hopefully someone gets the joke..)#Mha #bnha #emi fukukado #fukukado emi #emi fukukado x reader #emi x reader #Eraserjoke #eraserjoke #anime #manga #tmnt #rottmnt

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yandere-x-reader · 11 months ago

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➼ Dividers done by @/cafekitsune

Color Code: Romantic, Platonic, Either

MHA / BNHA ♡

Mezo Shoji, Koji Koda, Rikido Sato, Tenya Ida, Hanta Sero, Shoto Todoroki, Momo Yaoyorozu, Katsuki Bakugo, Eijiro Kirishima, Mashirao Ojiro, Yuga Aoyama, Denki Kaminari, Izuku Midoriya, Mina Ashido, Fumikage Tokoyami, Ochaco Uraraka, Kyoka Jiro, Toru Hagakure, Tsuyu Asui, Hitoshi Shinso, Mirio Togata, Nejire Hado, Tamaki Amajiki, Hizashi Yamada, Present Mic, Shota Aizawa/Eraserhead, Enji Todoroki/Endeavor, Keigo Takami/Hawks, Rumi Usagiyama/Mirko, Yu Takeyama/Mt. Lady, Toshinori Yagi/All Might, Kugo Sakamata/Gang Orca, Taishiro Toyomitsu/Fat Gum, Emi Fukukado/Miss Joke, Nemuri Kayama/Midnight, Sekijiro Kan/Vlad King, Nezu, Eri Aizawa

FNAF:SB ♡

Sun, Moon, Roxy, Monty, Glamrock Freddy, Glamrock Chica, DJMM, Vannesa/Vanny, Gregory, Map Bot

Encanto

Luisa, Mirable, Isabella, Delores,Camilo, Alma, Pepa, Bruno, Julieta, Felix, Agustin, Antonio

Gravity Falls ♡

Bill Chipher, Stanley, Stanford, Mable, Dipper.

OCs ♡

To be added

Anonymous asks

I am perfectly fine with anyone using anonymous asks, I personally use them a lot. However if you use anonymous asks, please put a emoji(s) or a letter(s) as your signature. Just put it at the bottom of your ask and I'll add it to the list

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I will write

Different AU's: I can do all diffrent types! Pirate, mafia, hybrid, fantasy, royalty, mermaid, soulmates, mall workers, vampires, ghosts, ect. Or if you have your own AU and would like me to do somthing with it I can tolltally do that to.

Omegaverse: I know not everyone likes this trope but i'm a absaloute sucker for it. I can do Alpha, Beta, or Omega for charecters or Reader. I do write heats but not in a sexual way, i personally write them kinda like a human period but replace the blood with increased body tempetures.

Any Gender: I am personally genderfluid and AFAB so those are the two that I would have the most experience with. However if you want me to do somthing like a trans reader or AMAB reader than I can try my best. Don't be afraid to make it specific to you, everone is diffrent and I understand trying to look for something that fits you more than the stereotypes.

Crossovers: I don't see a lot of creators in any fandom doing crossovers a lot. I see like *Insert charecter* x reader with *insert other character* personality but not really crossovers. So feel free to request a crossover with a diffrent show.

Any skin color: I love having variety in my writing so I will do any skin colors. I can do basic skin colors, from pale peach to dark brown. I can also do exstream versions like skin that is nearly paper white from how pale it is or skin that us nearly space black from how dark it is. I can also do unnatural skin colors, like Mina!

Alterhuman Reader: Ok so I see absaloutly no alterhuman reader fanfics out there so i'm here to change that. I'm not personally a alterhuman but I do have a few freinds that are. If you want me to do a specific one instead of basic I can also do that. Like instead of a dragon kin I can do a dragon kin with space wing and starts eyes with claws that glow in the dark ect.

Body Marks: I personally have stretch marks, moles, freckles, and odd placed birthmarks so I can do any of these or others if you would like. If you are specifically extra self-conscious of your body marks than I can add extra levels of love to specific part if you would like :)

Feel free to requests anything as long as it's not in my will not write list!

I will not write

Abuse: I will not do the character inflicting pain on the reader or the reader inflicting pain on the charecter. I can do mentions of past abuse, such as a charecter or reader flinching at touch or loud noise.

Cheating: character doing it to reader or reader doing it to character is just a big no. I never understood cheating, if you don't love somone just break up with them. If you can't do it for safety reson than find a support system to protect you in dangerous situations.

Misscarage: I have lost three sibling to this and I still cry at night thinking of them, please don't ask me to do anything to do with this subject. If you do I will give you 1 warning and then I'm blocking you.

Abortion: I don't really have a side here but I don't like the though of writing it as it makes me uncomfortable.

Rape/SA: I don't feel comfortable doing this subject. I can not do mentions of it as I have not personally experienced it and don't want to miss somthing or do something wrong.

NSFW: I may be a yandere blog but I do not wish to do anything sexual on this blog, only romantic and platonic here.

Note

Don't worry about being cringe with me! As long as your not hurting anyone than why should I stop you from having fun? Fell free to be your authentic self and request somthing super specific if you want.

#request #request rules

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florrray · 9 months ago

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guys do anyone remember that one wattpad (...) story abt a tamaki x reader and the reader is overhauls daughter and she never knew until she fought him. She was also a "bully" to tamaki until she started to change her actions cuz her mom died. She also got adopted by fukukado. GUYS PLS, it was such a good story and i jst remembered it awhile ago but i havent been able to find it cuz i wanna re read it .

#mha #my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #tamaki #amajiki #tamaki amajiki #tamaki x reader #mha x reader #wattpad

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riveramorylunar · 10 months ago

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2023:

My Valentine - Nora Bloodgood x Human Reader

2024:

Love Without Sight - Nemuri Kayama x Blind Reader

Struck By Cupid - Emi Fukukado x Quirkless Reader

Aphrodite's Touch - Aphrodite Yayoi Kusakabe x Human Reader

War & Love - Zeus's Daughter Yelena Belova x Aphrodite's Daughter Reader

Prophecy Of Love - Hades Daughter Wanda Maximoff x Aphrodite's Daughter Reader

Join My Taglist

#river talks🌊#Headmistress Bloodgood #Nora Bloodgood #Headless Headmistress Bloodgood #Nemuri Kayama #Midnight #nemmie my beloved midnight💜☄️#Emi Fukukado #Ms. Joke #Yayoi Kusakabe #Yayoi Kusakabe my Beautiful Killer 🩷💋#Yelena Belova #Yelena my baby 🤍��#Wanda Maximoff #Wanda Bear My Precious Witch ❤️🌹

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insanesanitysparks · 1 year ago

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Thankfully Together MHA Ships/Writing Sparks for Nov.

I usually write character x reader plots, but I wanted to do some short posts for character x character pairings (that I ship). I'm going to attempt to do a different ship every day for the entire month of November (30 ships at the least though I may do more if I finish early). I'm currently short 3 ships.

I'd also be really interested in hearing what MxF character ships you guys would like to see, especially since I'm short 3 ships. If I get the time, or maybe for December, I'll focus on other people's ships.

If you want to use my list, by all means go ahead! Just send me the link(s) to whatever you write because I definitely want to read what you do with it! ^^

And without further adieu, my ships...adding links to this as I finish the one-shots, so this will be a sort of masterlist. Male x Female Ship Ship Name Prompt Idea

Izuku Midoriya (Deku) x Ochaco Uraraka (Uravity) Izuco - I think this sounds adorable Super sweet vanilla, first time shenanigans, cuteness overload.

Eijiro Kirishima (Red Riot) x Mina Ashido (Pinky) Eishido or Eijido - kind of sounds like a martial arts name Feigning bravery, energetic, positive, partner oriented.

Mashirao Ojiro (Tailman) x Toru Hagakure (Invisible Girl) Mashiru or Toro Kind of shy but definitely curious.

Denki Kaminari (Chargebolt) x Kyoka Jiro (Earphone Jack) Deka or Kyoki They strive to please each other but also battle for dominance.

Shoto Todoroki (Shoto) x Momo Yaoyorozu (Creati) Shomo - sho mo of those cute ships lol Traditional courtship to formal proposal and marriage.

Hanta Sero (Cellophane) x Mina Ashido (Pinky) Hanna or Mita Party kids, kind of chaotic and wild without breaking rules.

Yuga Aoyama (Can't Stop Twinkling) x Toru Hagakure (Invisible GIrl) Yuru or To...ga - Yu ru the world Toga! xD Self doubt and insecurities. I want a blindfold.

Tenya Iida (Ingenium) x Mei Hatsume Tenei or Meiya Partners in profession and life.

Neito Monoma (Phantom Thief) x Itsuka Kendo (Battle Fist) Neika or Itsuto She fell in love while keeping him in line.

Fumikage Tokoyami (Tsukuyomi) x Ibara Shiozaki (Vine) Fumira or Ibakage - personally like Fumira Mutual corruption. She saves, he curses.

Katsuki Bakugo (Dynamight) x Setsuna Tokage (Lizardy) Katsuna or Setsuki Two powerful people get horny basically.

Mezo Shoji (Tentacole) x Pony Tsunotori (Rocketti) Meny or Pozo - Meny reasons to love this ship Size difference and cute cuddles.

Koji Koda (Anima) x Kinoko Komori (Shemage) Koko Animals eat mushrooms and Kinoko likes being appreciated.

Rikido Sato (Sugarman) x Reiko Yanagi (Emily) Rikiko Baking together, more than just bread. ;P

Enji Todoroki (Endeavor) x Rei Todoroki Enei - enabling...? Enji gives Rei control for a night.

Keigo Takami (Hawks) x Fuyumi Todoroki Keimi He was spying on Endeavor, she was silently rebelling.

Natsuo Todoroki x Melissa Shield Natssa - kind of makes me think of Natasha Romanov He's a programmer who foes to work with a machine specialist.

Kosei Tsuburaba (Tsuburaba) x Tsuyu Asui (Froppy) Koyu or Tsusei - Tsu sei call her Tsu x'D He's not sure how to feel about that tongue.

Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi x Shino Sosaki (Mandalay) Naono Two leaders who relax with each other.

Shota Aizawa (Eraser Head) x Ryuko Tsuchikawa (Pixie-Bob) Shoko or Ryuta Her clock is ticking and he likes desperate women...and cats.

Shinji Nishiya (Kamui Woods) x Yu Takeyama (Mountain Lady) Shiyu or Yuji She gets on his nerves but he loves her. They support each other.

Masaru Bakugo x Mitsuki Bakugo Maki or Mitsuru - I like them both Twist on traditional male/female household.

Hizashi Nishiya (Present Mic) x Emi Fukukado (Ms. Joke) Hizami or Emishi Similar chaotic energies. No wall is thick enough for these two.

Yagi Toshinori (All Might) x Inko Midoriya Yako or Ingi He's like a father figure to Izuku and she loves that.

Sekijiro Kan (Vlad King) x Nemuri Kayama (Midnight) Sekimuri or Nejiro Kinky pair, blood and whips...they get it on.

Mirai Sasaki (Sir Nighteye) x Kaoruko Awata (Bubble Girl) Miruko or Kaorai Behind closed doors she's serious and he's hilarious.

Danjiro Tobita (Gentle Criminal) x Manami Aiba (La Brava) Danami or Manajiro Little bit of an age gap, they found love in a hopeless place.

All for One (Original Shigaraki) x Inko Midoriya Shigariya He uses her for an experiment, plays 'god' with their child.

Ken Takagi (Rock Lock) x Mrs. Takagi No couple name, 'cause I can't find her name A devoted working father and his loving stay-at-home wife that he can't live without.

#bnha #mha #romance #eventual smut #Izuku Midoriya x Ochaco Uraraka #Eijiro Kirishima x Mina Ashido #Mashirao Ojiro x Toru Hagakure #Denki Kaminari x Kyoka Jiro #Shoto Todoroki x Momo Yaoyorozu #Hanta Sero x Mina Ashido #Yuga Aoyama x Toru Hagakure #Tenya Iida x Mei Hatsume #Neito Monoma x Itsuka Kendo #Fumikage Tokoyami x Ibara Shiozaki #Katsuki Bakugo x Setsuna Tokage #Mezo Shoji x Pony Tsunotori #Koji Koda x Kinoko Komori #Rikido Sato x Reiko Yanagi #Enji Todoroki x Rei Todoroki #Keigo Takami x Fuyumi Todoroki #Natsuo Todoroki x Melissa Shield #Kosei Tsuburaba x Tsuyu Asui #Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi x Shino Sosaki #Shota Aizawa x Ryuko Tsuchikawa #Shinji Nishiya x Yu Takeyama #Masaru Bakugo x Mitsuki Bakugo #Hizashi Yamada x Emi Fukukado #Yagi Toshinori x Inko Midoriya #Sekijiro Kan x Nemuri Kayama #Mirai Sasaki x Kaoruko Awata

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6rookie-writer0110 · 5 months ago

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Hi, if you do MHA could you write Nemuri Kayama (Midnight) x G!p Emi Fukukado (Ms Joke) x G!p reader (Red Hood esc suit) The reader is Midoriya's older sister, a new underground hero and Ms Joke's former student. Nearing the end of a patrol alongside Ms Joke, she and the reader are hit with a strong aphrodisiac qurik and while readers helmet filters is out, Ms Joke gets hit fully. Reader helps an increasingly horny Ms Joke get home where Midnight is waiting and informs her of the aphrodisiac quirk. When she goes to leave Midnight stops her and strips her before tying the reader up, including a gag and chastity, for an increasingly feral Ms Joke. The entire time Ms Joke is pounding into her former student, Midnight is degrading reader, playing with different bondage tools and teasing her about becoming her former teachers cum dump. The next morning, the reader wakes up to a strapon wearing Midnight pegging her whilst shes told to help Ms Joke with her morning wood, after that Midnight playfully informs that she and Ms Joke are the only one's with keys to her chastity cage and the reader belongs to them now whenever they need her for "stress relief" before sending her home.

#requested

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fiercewiings · 2 years ago

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♡ Introduction and Rules ♡

Hi there! My name is Topaz, I’m 22 years old, and I go by she/they pronouns! I’m an illustration student who also enjoys writing, hence why this writing blog was born haha (▰˘◡˘▰)

I enjoy writing just about anything, but especially hurt/comfort, fluff, and angst ! I also love to write headcanons, ships, platonic stuffs, and even some nsfw on occasion ;) all of my work is going to be gender neutral unless stated otherwise !

♡ Requests are officially open! ♡

To start off, here are some of the main fandoms I am in and who I will write for in said fandoms, everyone listed can be written for NSFW requests unless otherwise stated:

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Mo Dao Zu Shi (The Untamed/TGMoDC) *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Seniors:

Lan Zhan

Wei Wuxian

Lan Xichen

Jiang Cheng

Jiang Yanli

Jin Guangyao

Nie Huaisang

Wen Ning

Wen Qing

Juniors (ABSOLUTELY NO NSFW):

Jin Ling

Lan Sizhui

Lan Jingyi

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Tian Guan Ci Fu (Heaven Official’s Blessing) *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Hua Cheng

Xie Lian

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Faraway Wanderers (TYK/Word of Honor) *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Seniors:

Zhou Zishu

Wen Kexing

Ye Baiyi

Juniors (ABSOLUTELY NO NSFW):

Gu Xiang

Cao Weining

Zhang Chengling

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Chainsaw Man *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Devil Hunters:

Aki Hayakawa

Kobeni Higashiyama

Kishibe

Quanxi

Angel

Devils/Fiends (ABSOLUTELY NO NSFW):

Beam

Denji

Power

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Spy x Family *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Loid Forger (Twilight)

Yor Forger (Thorn Princess)

Franky Franklin

Sylvia Sherwood

Fiona Frost (Nightfall)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* My Hero Academia *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Students (ABSOLUTELY NO NSFW):

Izuku Midoriya (Deku)

Katsuki Bakugou

Ochako Uraraka

Shouto Todoroki

Tenya Iida

Eijirou Kirishima

Hanta Sero

Mashirao Ojirou

Denki Kaminari

Mina Ashido

Momo Yaoyorozu

Fumikage Tokoyami

Tsuyu Asui

Kyouka Jiro

Hitoshi Shinsou

Villains:

Kai Chisaki (Overhaul)

Himiko Toga (NO NSFW)

Tomura Shigaraki

Mr. Compress

Twice

Dabi

Pro Heroes:

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Rumi Usagiyama (Mirko)

Shinji Nishiya (Kamui Woods)

Shouta Aizawa (Eraserhead)

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum)

Toshinori Yagi (All Might)

Nemuri Kayama (Midnight)

Emi Fukukado (Ms. Joke)

Mirio Togata

Tamaki Amajiki

Nejire Hado

Nana Shimura

Sir Nighteye

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Jujutsu Kaisen *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Students (ABSOLUTELY NO NSFW):

Yuuji Itadori

Megumi Fushiguro

Nobara Kugisaki

Maki Zenin

Toge Inumaki

Kasumi Miwa

Professional Sorcerers:

Gojou Satoru

Nanami Kento

Ieri Shoko

Special Grades/Vengeful Spirits:

Sukuna

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Demon Slayer *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Demon Slayers (ABSOLUTELY NO NSFW):

Tanjiro Kamado

Inosuke Hashibira

Zenitsu Agatsuma

Nezuko Kamado

Kanao Tsuyuri

Hashira (NSFW OK):

Giyuu Tomioka (Water)

Kyojuro Rengoku (Fire)

Mitsuri Kanroji (Love)

Obanai Iguro (Serpent)

Shinobu Kocho (Insect)

Demons:

Tamayo

Yushiro

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

General Characters (ABSOLUTELY NO NSFW):

Josuke Higashikata

Okuyasu Nijimura

Koichi Hirose

Reimi Sugimoto

Mikitaka Hazekura

Yukako Yamagishi

Giorno Giovanna (Haruno Shiobana)

Narancia Ghirga

Pannacotta Fugo

Trish Una

General Characters (NSFW OK):

Jonathan Joestar

Erina Pendleton

Joseph Joestar

Caesar A. Zeppeli

Lisa Lisa

Suzi Q

Jotaro Kujo (after Part 3 ONLY)

Muhammad Avdol

Noriaki Kakyoin (after Part 3 ONLY/AUs)

Jean Pierre Polnareff

Holy Kujo

Rohan Kishibe

Tomoko Higashikata

Shinobu Kawajiri

Bruno Bucciarati

Leone Abbachio

Guido Mista

Jolyne Cujoh

Ermes Costello

Foo Fighters

Narciso Anasui

Antagonists:

DIO (all parts)

Hol Horse

Yoshikage Kira

Diavolo

Risotto Nero

Melone

Ghiaccio

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

General Characters (ABSOLUTELY NO NSFW):

Hanako-kun

Nene Yashiro

Minamoto Kou

Mitsuba Sousuke

Akane Aoi

Nanamine Sakura

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* The Arcana: Visual Novel *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

The Main Six:

Asra Alnazar

Julian (Ilya) Devorak

Nadia Satrinava

Portia (Pasha) Devorak

Count Lucio

Muriel

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* THE RULES ! *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

What I will write:

Headcanons

Scenarios

Imagines

Reactions

Alphabets

Song fics

Plus size readers/characters

Body insecurities

Mental health (anxiety/panic disorders mostly but I will put warnings!!)

LGBTQ+ readers/characters (including poly and ace!! I am queer myself ^-^)

TW// What I will NOT write:

Any kind of p*dophilia (aka romantic relationships between adults/minors/teachers/students)

Illegal drug use (weed/marijuana is ok)

R*pe or inc*st

Don’t be shy to pop in my inbox and request something or just to talk ! :> Anyways, I hope you will enjoy your stay and remember, you’re loved!!

♡ Requests are officially open! ♡

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hinatastinygiant · 1 year ago

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5 | Looking Through the Glass

Pairing: Aizawa x Fem!Reader

A Game of Charades Masterlist

It has now been a month since the charade began, and tonight is a special occasion- the gala celebrating the success of your two agencies. At his house, you prepare for the event, doing your best to make sure you look nice. Then, as you walk out of the bedroom wearing a stunning outfit, Aizawa's eyes fill with a mix of admiration and affection.

"Wow... you look gorgeous," he compliments.

You respond with a playful smile, "Thanks, you clean up pretty good yourself."

He smiles softly and thanks you before asking if you're ready to go. You nod and reach for his hand. As you walk outside, he reminds you that it's the first time your hero friends will see you as a couple, so you need to make sure you act convincingly.

Grinning playfully, you reply, "In that case, we need to show them that we're the best couple they've ever seen," to which he nods rather seriously.

You arrive at the large venue, and the moment your car pulls up to the front, the paparazzi swarm around like flies. Aizawa can see your anxiety, and he offers a comforting whisper. "Hey, it's alright, Y/N. Let's show 'em a real couple."

Confidently, he then offers you his arm for the display, while giving you a small reassuring smile that has your stomach in knots. You can tell he's really trying to make you feel better. Together, you step out of the car, and camera flashes illuminate the night. One paparazzi gets up close to Aizawa, bombarding him with questions about the wedding.

Aizawa sighs, expertly handling the situation, "There isn't a set date yet, though we are anxious to have it done as soon as possible." As he subtly squeezes your arm, reminding you of your role, you play your part with a bright smile. "Yep, can't wait for the honeymoon!" you chime in.

But when you steal a glance at Aizawa, you notice he's not amused. However, with a hint of amusement in his voice, he responds, "Yep, although I'm not sure if you're ready for that yet, love."

The paparazzi flash even more pictures as they watch the two of you interact. One interviewer, catching on to the playful banter, asks, "What were you referring to specifically when you mentioned your honeymoon?"

"Oh, well I just meant that-" you begin, but before you can finish, Aizawa smoothly pushes his way between you and the interviewer, creating a protective barrier with his presence. Without missing a beat, he firmly but politely addresses the paparazzi, "Sorry, but we need to head inside for the event. No more questions for now."

With that, he takes your hand and walks you confidently into the gala, leaving the paparazzi to disperse. Inside, you both charm the crowd with your chemistry and play the part of a picture-perfect couple. Your interactions are seamless, and it's hard to believe that your relationship is a mere charade.

As the evening progresses, Emi Fukukado, with her unmistakable seafoam green hair, approaches the two of you. She expresses her surprise at the idea of Aizawa getting married, given his usual demeanor of being above such matters. Emi then turns to you with a warm smile, introducing herself, "Hi, Y/N. I'm Emi. Nice to meet you."

You respond back politely, despite her slight dig at your date, "Hi, Emi. Nice to meet you too."

Aizawa, who had almost instantly regained his usual seriousness upon seeing Emi, quickly switches back to his professional and kind demeanor. "Emi, nice to see you again. This is my fiancé, Y/N," he introduces you.

Curiously, you then ask Emi if she has a partner at the event tonight, wanting to make conversation.

Emi smiles, "No, I'm here solo tonight. Just mingling and enjoying the evening."

As you engage in friendly conversation with Emi, you can't help but notice how at ease Aizawa seems in her presence. It's evident that they share a long-standing friendship, one that you find both intriguing and slightly intimidating.

You then decide it's best to ditch the conversation with Emi, knowing that staying in her presence might lead to unwanted questions. With a soft smile, you turn to Aizawa and suggest, "Shota, should we go say hi to some of your old students?"

Thankfully, Aizawa picks up on your attempt to escape the conversation and plays along, nodding at Emi before leading you away. "Do you have a preference what student we see first?"

Rolling your eyes playfully, you reply, "Don't be like that. I just thought if we'd stay there any longer, she'd definitely get suspicious if she hasn't already." You then gulp, hoping he doesn't see right through your lie. Honestly, you thought that if you stayed there any longer, there'd be a possibility that Aizawa would be going home with Emi instead.

Aizawa chuckles, noticing your eye roll at his teasing. "Fair point," he concedes, "A couple of my old students are over there. Let's make our way in that direction," he nods a little ways off.

The two students look pleasantly surprised to see Aizawa and you together. Aizawa greets them with his usual calm demeanor, though he can't quite hide a hint of nervousness and you're not sure why. He then introduces you to them, and they politely shake your hand.

The one on the right, Kaminari, suddenly exclaims, "Damn, how'd you bag such a hottie!" Kirishima, on the left, playfully nudges his friend in the shoulder, reprimanding him for his blunt remark.

You smile up at Aizawa softly, not sure how to respond to the sudden awkward comment. Aizawa, slightly annoyed, shakes his head and corrects Kaminari, "She's not a "hottie"; she's my fiance. Show a bit of respect, will you?"

Aizawa then looks back at you and raises an eyebrow, causing your chest to feel hot. However, when Kirishima asks about your ring, you instinctively hide your hands behind your back, feeling slightly flustered by the question. "Oh, um... I didn't want to wear it tonight, you know, to avoid attracting too much attention."

Aizawa smiles softly at your nervous laughter and replies, "You're always so careful, my darling. That's one of the things I love about you." His charismatic tone and affectionate words put you at ease, and you feel a sense of comfort in his presence.

"I think I need a drink," you then say, trying to shake off the tension from earlier.

Aizawa nods at his students, bidding them a good night, and then leads you toward the bar. As you sit down, you can't help but still feel a bit flustered about the ring incident. "I can't believe I left the ring at home. I'm such an idiot," you mutter.

Aizawa places a reassuring hand on yours and says, "It's alright, Y/N. Trust me, I couldn't have come up with a better excuse myself."

Just then, the bartender approaches. "I'll have a whiskey on the rocks," Aizawa tells him before turning towards you. "What drink can I get you, dear?"

"I'll take an apple martini please," you grin softly over at him. He then turns back to the bartender and orders your drink.

After the drinks arrive, Aizawa takes a light sip of his whiskey, then leans back in his seat. "Cheers," you smile before following along.

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tobegiggledat · 2 years ago

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18+ CONTENT AHEAD MDNI

✦pairing: Emi Fukukado (Ms. Joke) x afab!reader

✦word count: 2.3k

✦warnings: angst, mutual pining, kissing, massages, mutual fingering, begging

Original Post ✦ Midnight Ending

Why is it only now that your thoughts of Emi have become more reoccurring and invading?

Ever since that night, most of your time is spent looking over past photos you have with her, but your heart now flutters erratically as if you weren’t the one to take them. You stalk her socials through the lense of a first-time spectator, looking over her pictures in awe at the face you're still pleased to see almost daily.

What if her jests from yesterday were nothing more than just that, jests?

It’d be her cruelest joke yet, to plant fresh seeds of romance into your chest that continue to blossom and root deeper from the nutrients of her enchanting smiles and the water of her riveting words.

The night before Valentine’s Day seems to be eternal as you occupy your imagination by putting a face to the letters you’ve accumulated, you allow yourself to be enamored by vivid but immaterial depictions of Emi drafting the very messages you long to receive.

Maybe you’ll write her a letter yourself to send to her tomorrow morning.

✦✦✦ ✦✦✦

My one and only Emi,

It is through this letter that I make a confession, a conclusion that took me many years to reach, but am delighted to make nonetheless.

I love you, and in many ways more than a friend should. I love so dearly I even ache without you in my dreams.

Do you feel the same as I?

Yearning for you every moment,

Your Dearest Companion

The email evaporates into cyberspace with a click of your fingers, but your doubts still persist long past the moment it’s sent.

Emi hasn’t messaged a word since yesterday. Your limbs are numb and prickling with each anxiety-ridden exhale that escapes you yet you must continue teaching as if that isn't so.

To maintain an impeccable composure for the rest of the school day despite this will be a testament to your resolve, and potentially a glimpse into the future of your friendship with Emi.

After all, if your feelings aren’t reciprocated, you’ll have to hone this mask to utmost perfection so that things will remain the same.

Class ends with an eerie hum of the school’s bell, and when your room has emptied, all your emotions are left unrestrained.

A day’s worth of nausea and bile finally bubbles up to the surface to manifest itself on your tongue in thick strings of drool, your throat gulps heavily to sink the chunky liquid back into your stomach until you gather yourself enough to leave your classroom.

Don’t let it slip.

You try to piece together your wavering façade on the train ride home, morphing and pulling your skin with your fingertips until your fallen brows settle back into place and your lips are no longer twitching and downturned.

Don’t let it slip.

Your awkward fumbling past your apartment lobby increases in pace, you avoid direct stares with the friendly elderly couple that accompanies in the elevator, even as they chatter to you gleefully and incessantly.

Don’t let it slip.

Your keys are jammed into your door with a jerk of your arms against it.

The familiar scent and scenery of your home trigger the stinging drops in your eyes to stream down your cheeks in hot streaks. Your knees nearly buckle beneath you before you find purchase on the nearest chair in your living room to let the sobs take hold of you completely.

You’ve ruined everything.

Your body jolts with each cough and splutter you muffle into your crimson, overworked palms, now slick with viscous snot and drool—you dejectedly eye the expensive assortment of cookies you bought yesterday to satisfy Emi’s sweet tooth.

A distant knock at your door briefly pulls you out of your melancholic haze, yet your whimpering form remains unmoving as you don’t want anyone to see you in such a decrepit state.

You let the persistent banging fade into the background until your phone buzzes to life for the first time it has all day.

Emi: Aren’t you going to open the door for your secret admirer?

You hastily dash for the kitchen sink to run cold water over your caked features and ineptly pat them dry, once finished, you twist at the door knob to meet Emi standing proudly with an elated look, a leather handbag hooked on her shoulder.

“Emi, I—”, you sputter before you're swiftly interrupted.

“Have you been crying? Your eyes are all puffy.” Emi's smile diminishes to a crooked frown, her slightly calloused palms extend to cup your cheeks so that her thumb can stroke it gently.

“I haven't heard from you all day”, your rigid neck thaws into her touch as relief settles through your muscles. “I thought I might've upset you with the email I sent.”

“No-No, never. I'm sorry, I just wanted to surprise you”, her soft voice floats through the air like cotton; it nests itself in your ear canal, tickling your senses and burrowing its dizzying wisps in the folds of your brain. “I love you, and I meant every word in those letters I wrote—”

Your damp lips crash against her plump ones to capture the rest of her confession between your teeth, imprinting her words into your mouth then swallowing them whole. Her hands are tender as they still envelope the sides of your head and attempt to bridge a nonexistent gap—pressing you closer and closer until your atoms seemingly align.

When did Emi first know she was in love with you?

You wish to ask her so that you could revisit your past conversations while over analyzing each word until it seems as though you were a fool for never noticing.

But you also wish to treasure her sentences more intimately—to dedicate a region of your brain to the ridiculous rambles she'd spew just to get a laugh out of you, and another folder of your memory to the moments your eyes couldn't part away from hers.

Lost in the throes of her passion, it takes a while for your mind to catch up to the scenery change as you're draped across your mattress, your choked pants filling the air from the bruising attacks her mouth makes against your collar.

The dull flickers of pain from her teeth turn sharp, her pointed canines searing your flesh and leaving vermilion indents but not pressing harsh enough to pierce the skin. Your pelvis bucks into her hips from the sudden pleasant zaps across your sternum, but when her tongue lathes over the tender spots afterward your writhe in her hold.

Each time her tongue pulls away between slurps she seems reluctant, as if breathing were trivial compared to relishing the divine taste of your skin. You readily comply with her cravings, presenting your delicate neck to ravenous jaws while providing her all the more surface to revere.

Her suckles and nibbles along your skin drift downward as she strips you bare, followed by her doing the same for herself with her goddess-like form presented to your overly-enthralled eyes.

“Let me take care of you”, she says quietly as she pulls away to fish around for something in the bag she brought. A small, clear bottle and a metallic red box rest firmly against her palms, she places them on the bed beside you before gently guiding you to lay on your stomach.

She mounts your lower half, shifting her weight slightly against you as she lathers her hands with the substance in the bottle, permeating the room with a rich aroma of jasmine, chamomile and other exotic scents you can’t quite place.

Her oily hands scoop along your shoulders, pressing deeply into the taut skin then swirling and flexing against it until your muscles become more supple under her touch. She repeats these motions along your back and the sides of your waist by sinking her lithe fingers into your flesh and scooping and prying at the restlessness that’s seemingly settled beneath your skin in the form of sediment—calcified worry that’s seeped into your veins to stay.

A cataclysmic burst of lust gathers at the apex of your thighs despite the innocence of the act, you’re overcome with a libidinous desire to feel more of her, to feel more of her touch in the throbbing areas that have formed across your body.

She guides you onto your back so that she could begin repeating her ministrations to your chest, her lower thigh resting close to your core but not touching it. For a moment, she peels away to fiddle with the red box from earlier, but when she returns she softly presses something against your lips.

Her eyes are lidded, lips parted in a gentle awe as she watches you take the piece into your mouth, swirling the rich chocolate flavor around your tongue until the remaining creaminess glides down your throat smoothly.

As her hands travel downward to caress your thighs, she parts them before eyeing the thin string of arousal that’s webbed over your lips and grins at it salaciously. She avoids touching your folds and instead fondles the meat around it, making slow rotations as you twitch and coil beneath her.

Another piece of chocolate is placed on your lips, but Emi captures your mouth before the sweet can dissolve, slipping her tongue between your teeth to gather some of the taste for herself then leaving you panting with drool covered lips while her leg steadily starts to rub against you.

The sensation of her nude thighs grinding into your sex makes dribbles of slick seep from your arousal, lubricating your desperate movements as you chase the euphoric tingles surging through your clit.

Dew drops of sweat coat your face in a thin luster while the combined heat from your bodies create a thick atmosphere around you, one which steadily grows into a fog from the friction of your continued frenzied glides. Your high never quite approaches as it swiftly tapers off at the cusp of your peak from lack of pinpoint strikes onto your pulsating nub.

Your understimulated sex aches for more of her fleeting but precise contact, as pure, undiluted desire swells in your neglected walls until suspended on the verge of erupting as a collapsing pressure takes its place. You need more.

“Emi, please”, you beg, futilely meeting her unfulfilling collisions with your sex in hopes your orgasm would return.

The pleasurable breaching of her agile fingers at your entrance dismantles your chance for any more intelligible pleas with your thighs snapping around her palm as your body unconsciously curls to the side. She follows your curvature, planking beside you so that you could see the delighted smirk that adorns her mouth while her hands are unremittingly sliding within you.

Her other hand guides your thumb between her legs, you place it against her peeking clit before smoothing deep circles on it so that it matches the pace she's set in your opening.

“Mhmm, like that”, she says it breathily and it sends another sublime rush of heat to your stirring gut. “I wanna see your pretty faces as I cum too.”

A harmonious symphony of sighs fill the air as you move in tandem with one another, but as Emi brushes over certain ridges your focus on her clit falters with your eyes batting before fluttering back from her calculated strokes in your hole. Her fervent kisses she stamps into your cheeks are the only way you're kept grounded, temporarily brought back to shore before once again swept away by tumultuous waves of arousal.

Your fingers tangle themselves at the roots of her soft, sea-green strands, tugging slightly to mesh your lips against hers, absorbing her wanton sounds and shivering as the vibrations flare into your bones. A balmy pool of spit gathers where your eagerly sloppy mouths meet then oozes from the sides to coat your chin in clear, sticky sap.

“Feel so good around my fingers, it’s like your swallowing me—fuck”, Emi unevenly pants before dropping her head onto your shoulder, her glassy eyes mimicking your dreamy, lidded gaze as that all too familiar coiling begins to unravel.

A series of scattered thoughts pop into your lust-drunk befuddled brain only to swiftly fizzle away with each of her ministrations, bubbling through your synapses until releasing through the air of your moans to leave you stale and breathless.

“Wanna cum with you”, she finally voices your desire but you can only murmur her name in disjointed fragments.

Your thumb is slippery and overworked—the soppy pad of your finger dull and reddened—yet the clenching of Emi’s warm thighs spur you on with the pace of your unsteady, but enthusiastic rotations quickening until you’re both whining and humping for climax.

“L-Love you, Emi”, you choke, your walls clamping wildly around the digits inside you as your orgasm breaches and gashes your overwhelmed walls for release. Strained gasps escape from Emi’s overly-parted lips while she’s also hastily strung above the peak of climax only to be dropped at the bewitching sight of your blissed-out features—her lips encapture yours the moment it torments her limbs so that she’d give you a shaky, but searing kiss.

You stare dazedly into your lover’s eyes, insides still twitching and raw from pleasure, but mesmerized by the swirling jade pools of her irises.

“Write an article about me?” Emi proposes in jest while beaming from ear to ear.

“Maybe”, you reply just as teasingly. “You did give me great material to work with.”

A tickle of laughter emits from Emi’s glossy lips as she shuffles closer until both of your noses touch. “I love you.”

You give her a gentle peck then smile cheesily. “I love you too, and I’ll forever be grateful for all the letters you’ve sent me.”

Her eyes crinkle tightly at the corners, dripping tiny droplets as her mouth curls up slightly. “Had you not sent me your own letter, I would've gone back to pretending my feelings never existed.”

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