#present mic x reader imagines

[his-lune]

☾ pro-hero masterlist ☽

☾. aizawa shouta

ᯓ★ masterlist

☾. yamada hizashi

ᯓ★ masterlist

[uwtloml]

can you do a text thingy of “Can you come over? *wink wink*” with aizawa, hawks, and other pro hero’s 🤭🤭

(also i love ur work ur so cool plz don’t die)

- 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘩𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳!

𝘧𝘵. 𝘬𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘸𝘢, 𝘩𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘺𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘢, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘺𝘢𝘨𝘪

[delaware-lemme-smash]

Hii! May i request some headcanons were mt. lady, sir night eye, present mic, eraser and all might react to their s/o wearing their clothes after sex? Like if they didn’t have any clothes with them what weren’t… dirty so they stole some! Sorry if this is boring but I thought it was kinda cute :)

Hope you enjoy these, lovely!

Characters: Takeyama Yuu/Mount Lady, Sasaki Mirai/Sir Nighteye, Yamada Hizashi/Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori/All Might

Contents: gn!reader, mild nsfw

Takeyama Yuu/Mount Lady

Perhaps it was an impromptu tryst, because you’re at Mount Lady’s apartment and your only clothes are dirty. Perhaps your stuff got torn up in a fight with a villain and now you’ve come back to hers to ‘celebrate’, you find yourself left with nothing but your underwear. Perhaps not even that. 

You could sleep naked, but it’s not the most comfortable situation to be in. So you wander over to Yuu’s wardrobe (really a walk-in closet). She might only be a debut hero, but she’s very popular and spends a lot of time in the limelight. This translates to making absolute bank, and she spends a lot of it on beautiful clothes. Obviously, you’re not going to wear a gala dress to bed, so you grab a t-shirt that looks pretty old, and maybe a pair of yoga pants. 

Depending on your size compared to her, they might be fine, or they might be a tight fit. When she comes back into the bedroom, her skin gleaming from her nightly skincare routine, she stops in the doorway and pouts at you.

“If you stretch those out, you’re going to have to replace them.”

“...says the woman who turns into a titan?” The irony is too much for you.

“Only my hero costume stretches with me, duh.” A pause. “Your butt does look good in those yoga pants, though.”

Sasaki Mirai/Sir Nighteye

It would seem that if you’re dating Sir Nighteye, you’ve at least got some sense of planning and responsibility. But you’re only human, and sometimes you’re going to find yourself caught short. Short on clothes, in this case. Even if your clothes are clean, you couldn’t fathom sleeping in your work clothes.

You wait until Sir Nighteye is in the bathroom, brushing his teeth, before sneaking open one of his drawers and grabbing something at random. You end up with…

A pair of boxers and a vintage All Might t-shirt.

It’s hardly the sexiest of nightwear, but you make it work. He leans back into the doorway to tell you to borrow some clothing, and you’re lounging on his bed, all “Paint me like one of your French girls”. 

“I’ve been waiting for you~” you purr.

He nearly spits out his mouthwash, and disappears back into the bathroom to gather himself. You distinctly hear him chuckle under his breath, then clear his throat.

“If you want to entice me, darling, don’t wear the face of my former boss on your torso.”

Yamada Hizashi/Present Mic

Hizashi’s always trying to get you to wear his clothes, anyway! He drapes his little moto jacket (the casual one, not the studded one he wears as part of his costume) over your shoulders a lot and tells you how great you look. 

Seeing his partner wear his clothes just gives him this little kick and makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. 

You’ve got a variety of options in Mic’s wardrobe. In the t-shirt section, you’ve got a lot of band t-shirts, weird, bright coloured ones covered in fruit or English slogans, a few rare Eraserhead merch t-shirts he got done to piss off Aizawa, and if you want to borrow some boxers, you’ll be hard pressed to find some that don’t have a loud, zany pattern on them. 

If you want to be (moderately) sexy, grab a vintage band t-shirt and a pair of his black boxer briefs. If you want to make him laugh, grab the stupidest t-shirt you can find and pair it with an eye watering set of boxer shorts, especially if they have bananas on them. 

Hizashi grins wide enough to split his face in half at the sight of you in his clothes. It doesn’t matter if you went for sexy or stupid, really, because he’ll just try to get you out of them again, if you know what I mean~

Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead

This is one of those things that Aizawa doesn’t know he likes until he sees it for the first time. He’s probably dragged himself out of your post-coital snooze to get you both some water or feed the stray cat on his balcony, leaving you to ponder your clothing situation. 

When you open Aizawa’s wardrobe, it’s 75% loose black shirts and pants, with a few non-black items crammed at one end, including those infamous pink sweatpants. 

It seems he’s not totally averse to colour, just not when he’s working. He has a few t-shirts (gifts from Hizashi) covered in cats (as opposed to just covered in cat hair, like the rest). 

If you’ve cuddled him at all, which you have, thoroughly, you know that all his clothes are surprisingly soft and comfortable. He tends to end up with raggedy cuffs on his sleeves, but even so, the shirt has that soft texture clothing gets when it’s been washed many times. You dig out some random black shorts he has, though you’ve never seen him expose his pasty legs in public, so they must be old.

Shouta shuffles back into the room to find you asleep, curled up in your borrowed finery. There’s something about the sight of you lying in his bed, wearing his clothes, looking so warm and comfortable. It’s like a little gut punch of domesticity. 

“You’re meant to ask, you brat,” he says fondly, flopping onto the bed next to you. 

Still, he reflects, as he pulls you closer, that shirt’s gonna smell like you now. Maybe he should make you wear it every time you sleep over.

Yagi Toshinori/All Might

All Might’s still pretty nervous about being in a relationship so he’s not 100% sure of the protocol, especially when you’re at his place and you don’t have any clean clothes to wear to bed. He gets flustered and goes to see if he can quickly wash your clothes, forgetting the entire wardrobe of clean clothes right there.

All Might or Small Might, his clothes are going to absolutely drown you no matter what size you are. Toshi’s a titan. Any t-shirt you try to borrow is basically a giant nightshirt. 

Toshinori splutters a little at the sight of you swimming in the fabric of one of his shirts. Once he’s done coughing into his elbow, he offers you a toothy grin, his eyes crinkled up.

“That…might be a little big on you,” he says, tugging playfully on all the excess fabric. “Are you sure it’s going to be comfortable?”

You tell him that you like the feeling of the soft, loose fabric, and the fact that it smells a little like his cologne, even after being washed. He’s chuckles at that, wrapping his large hands around your waist, the fabric cinching in against you.

“Well, never thought one of my old shirts could look so adorable.”

[voiths]

☾"Guess correctly and you'll get your treat"☽

!Content Warnings: 18+ Warning go away kids, Overstimulation, Edging, Praising, Orgasm Denial

Midnight x Present Mic x Eraserhead x Gender Neutral Reader

Dom Sweet Midnight | Switch Feral Eraserhead | Switch Gentle Present Mic | Sub Cockdrunk Reader

You didn't know why in the end you agreed to the request from your two husbands and while you might have regretted it in the middle, in the end you were finally satisfied

Auther's note: I wrote this in like an hour and it's my first time writing an explicit thing so long so i hope it's good and i may continue to make a series out of this oneshot :)

Hips raised, whimpering everytime you felt him press inside you. Eyes rolling into the back your head, vision becoming blurry but it wouldnt have mattered with the silk wrapped around your head covering your eyes.

"Come on, darling which one is it? Shouta or Hizashi? You'll get your reward if you're right so try and focus that cockdrunk little brain of yours."

You knew the one talking was Nemuri, not only because her voice was oh so sweet and teasing but because you could feel her hands stroking through your hair coaxing you through the edging and overstimulation that had been going on the past two hours. You realised a long time ago that you regretted agreeing to the night with the three pro heros and friends, realised as soon as the first orgasm of the night was stolen from you, taking out of your shaking grasp.

"Please, I don't know just let me cum, please i've been good please-"

With your sight being gone and your other senses heightened you could hear midnight chuckling and shaking her head above you. It took so much effort to get those words out with how painfully slow you were being filled up. What you couldn't see or hear was just how much the man behind you was struggling from keeping his noises down, and how midnight had her other hand, that wasn't busy petting through your hair, holding the mans cheek silently praising him for how well he was doing.

"Come on my pet you can do it just guess, guess correctly and you'll both finally be able to get your treat."

Deciding to block out everything except for the feeling of the form of whoever was slowly pistoning into you. They both felt so incredibly thick and long while inside of you. The difference was small but Shouta was slightly thicker and Hizashi a bit longer.

"Fuck i think- i- i dont know i think it's Shouta-"

You barely managed to whimper and whine out those words as those soft and sweet praises came out from the goddess holding you oh so close.

"You're right my pet. You're so good for me. Now my pretty boys give her her deserved reward."

You couldn't hold back the whine that came out of you as you felt the soft and comforting thighs under your arms and head leave.

"Shhh my little singer i'll be there for you. Let me fill up your mouth as our goddess is watching, you want that?"

Frantically nodding you felt hizashi's rough thighs moving beneath your head with your elbows propped up beneath you. It all moved so fast you were about to open your mouth for him, to welcome him when you felt a gentle but firm hand take a hold of your the hair and pulling you back, letting a whimper fall out from your lips. You knew it was nemuri from the sharp nails that scratched your scalp just right.

"I know you want to sweetheart but you have to give a verbal response. Come on tell our pretty blond boy just how much you want to make him cum in your mouth. How much you want to swallow his cum."

It was starting to get really difficult to think straight with the growing speed of shouta's thrusts into you. You should have known it was him, with the way his hands gripped, almost bruised your hips and the frustrated deep moaning, almost growling coming from behind you.

"Please- Hizashi please give me your cum, i need it i need it so bad please cum in my mouth."

At the start of this you remembered you were feeling confident, almost bratty with your pride intact convincing yourself you would be in control of yourself the entire time. What you wouldn't know was just how needy you were for Nemur- Your Goddess's Praise, Aizawas needy almost primal want for you and Hizashi's teasing hands all over you.

"Good pet. Come on you can get your sweet treat."

You felt your mouth hanging open in pants when your mouth slowly got lowered and filled with the hard, precum dripping cock in front of you. The hand holding your hair switched to another one with still gentle undertones but a lot more shakiness to it.

With two cocks filling you separately there was never a time you were left feeling empty. When Aizawa pulled you towards him and split you open on his thickness Hizashi got ready to pull you forwards onto his length. It was a constant and it was starting to get too much for you at a time. A coil was starting to form in your lower stomach slowly but surely.

They were noticing it too. Your more high pitched whines and moans coming from your mouth around hizashi's cock, the shakiness in your arms that held you up. Your hole fluttering around Aizawa making him growl into your ear.

"Does our toy need our goddess to help you cum?"

Frantically trying to nod without hurting hizashi you felt a weight on the bed moving but you only started making those sweet noises when you finally felt midnight's hand at your sex and oh it was so much all at once. You started to let out those sweet moans and they all knew you were close. Midnight's finger were getting faster, Aizawa thrusting so hard and fast you almost were seeing stars, Hizashi pulled you further down on his cock trying his best not to choke you but at this point you wouldn't care.

When the coil snapped, oh god did it snap. You started to shake, your hands gripping tightly around Hizashi's thighs as your arms were struggling to hold your weight. Your juices slowly started pour onto the bed bellow you. You felt Shouta's hot seed pour inside of you as he held your hips so close almost scared that you would go away. Hizashi followed not long after holding your head so far down your nose was nestled into the skin of his clean shaven abdomen. As his seed spilled down your throat you slowly felt yourself relaxing, the exhaustion of the last few hours slowly seeping into your bones, your arms slipping out from underneath you as the weight of your head fully dropped on Zashi's thigh. Whines from overstimulation left your mouth as you felt Shouta slowly pull out of you.

"Shhhh it's alright now my love you did so well. We'll draw you a nice bath you just relax you can drift off to sleep it's okay."

You couldn't even tell at this point who exactly said it you but the last thing you remembered before nodding off was slowly getting pulled up from the bed with your head falling against a chest that definitely wasn't one of your guys. The plush comfiness being evident but you weren't really one to complain.

[shigarakisdumbwhore]

Skirt - Shigaraki X Reader Smut

A/N: this is HEAVILY inspired by this post here. Highly recommend you read it. It was so short I just had to write more in my own vision

Summary: Shigaraki can't help but touch you while you're unconscious.

Words: 841

Warnings: HEAVY TRIGGER WARNING!!! if you can't handle anything non-con related, please scroll away. Shigaraki touches the reader while she sleeps

He laid you down on to the bed in your drunken state. You were barely conscious, body limp and almost numb. Almost...

He couldn't help but take you all in, the sight of you in your slutty club dress. So tight and short. He could see right up your skirt, but it was too dark to actually notice anything. Your nipples, hard and cold, poking through the fabric. How he so badly wanted to touch and fondle them, run his thumb with a soft touch over your nipple and pinch it. His boxers got tight at just the thought of it. Oh, the things he would do to you.

You moaned in your unconscious state as you shifted your body over. Shigaraki could feel his cock twitch at the sound of it. He wanted to hear more, wanted to hear you moan for him.

He crawled onto the bed, kneeling just before your legs. They were hitched up and spread slightly. His hands caressed the outer part of your thigh. So soft and smooth. He wanted to squeeze them and feel them fill up his hand. He couldn't control himself anymore. He lifted your dress up, revealing your tight thong. He could see the fabric clinging to your cunt, giving a beautiful view of your silhouette. There was a dark, wet spot right in the middle.

He hooked his fingers in it and slid it over to reveal your beautiful sex. So wet, glossy, and pretty. His body shivered at the simple graze of his finger touching you. He left your panties pushed to the side for a bit as he admired it, staring at it. Staring at it for what seemed like a strangely long time.

After, he decided to pull them down. His thumb wrapped around the thin string on each side and slid them down your thigh. Now he could see it all. His heart was pounding in his chest as his thoughts raced. Ugh, the things he would do to you. All the things he wanted to do to you.

With a hesitant and shaky hand, he reached for you. At first, his touch was just tickling you. Barely making contact. He was much too afraid of you waking up, angry at him for what he was doing. Eventually, the fear wore off once he saw you spread your legs more and moan at the contact. He couldn't help himself.

He pressed harder, really feeling your wet pussy now, and it felt amazing. His finger slid up between your lips, collecting your wetness and glistening in the low, warm light. He wanted to just play with the outside first and cherish this moment. As he went back down, his thumb parted you this time instead. Then, he took his index finger and middle finger to part your pussy.

He laid down on his stomach and crawled forward until he was face to face with it. He couldn't believe it. You smelled so sweet.

At first, he laid a gentle kiss on your clit. Your legs twitched as you moaned, giving Shigaraki the go-ahead. His lips wrapped around it, sucking with gentleness. You tasted just as sweet too. He let out a moan of his own once he indulged in you. His tongue swiped between your folds. Up and down, up and down, before stopping. There was more he wanted to see than just that.

He straddled you, placing his two hands on your breasts. So plump and round. Your nipples seemed to have gotten harder since the stimulation. He did exactly what he thought of before. His thumb rubbed over the little bump. He wanted more.

Shigaraki slowly pulled the top of your tube dress down. The fact you weren't wearing a bra made this so much better. Right in front of him were your completely bare breasts. His hands cupped and squeezed them. They perfectly filled his hands. His fingers pinched your nipple, rubbing it between his fingers.

He leaned down, taking your nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled in circles as he sucked. He didn't suck too hard to disturb you though, just enough to enjoy himself. His clothed dick was rubbing against your bare cunt.

Once he was done, he pulled away and went back down on you, slipping his finger between your folds and entering you. You were so tight and warm, he yearned to feel you around his member, clenching and massaging it within your walls. His fingers slipped in and out as he watched, then curling his fingers. He waited for a reaction. You moaned and arched your back, still barely unconscious though. With that, he continued curling his fingers, getting lost with the idea of you.

Eventually, he had enough. He had his way with you, but didn't want to take things too far. Shigaraki readjusted your dress back to the way it was, except your panties. The next morning you woke up confused, not remembering when they got taken off but remembering the pleasurable feeling Shigaraki gave you.

[dadzawa-vibes]

Present Mic: Aizawa's voicemails from The Training Camp sound like Civil War updates:

Aizawa: Hello. I'm in charge of taking Class 1-A down a creek in canoes. It's been pouring for days and our tents are soaking. Morale is low. I am so tired. Midoriya already broke three bones. Y/N set the lake in fire. We didn’t even give them fire.

[uracutieraka]

Aizawa x F!reader

warnings: age gap (reader is an adult), smut

“H-ah! S’big!” Your knees are folded up to your chest as your old teacher is now plowing into you. He’s 15 years older than you. Just the thought had you moaning.

“F-fuck! This is,” he hisses at the way you clench down on him. “highly inappropriate.”

You moan even louder at his words, he goes to cover your mouth but decides not to when his name tumbles through your lips. “Shota!”

He allows a guttural moan to scratch its way from his throat. He leans off you, allowing your legs to fall out of the air. You wince at the strain of your legs muscles but you quickly forget all about it as he wraps your legs around his waist and tightens his grip on your hips.

His pace is suddenly fast and he’s thrusting so hard you can feel the bruises already forming on the underside of your thighs where his hips are repeatedly prodding into you.

Jumbled words are all thats coming out of your mouth as he leans over to trap you in a kiss.

How did you two end up here anyways? He tries to remember but he’s so lost in the feeling of you he cant.

“S-so happy you c-came, oh fuck, to my, birthday!” You say between moans. Oh thats right, your birthday. Your 24th birthday actually.

He grunts pushing his head into the crook of your neck and nipping at the skin.

You’re sweaty and growing tired from how good he’s been making you feel, the adrenaline slowly wearing off.

You gently run your hands up his chest and over his shoulders, grabbing onto them for support.

His hair is falling out of the bun he put it in before he went down on you earlier.

You feel a knot forming tight in your lower abdomen and can’t help but beg for him to go harder.

“G’nna cum again?” He asks, voice strained from his rough and quick pace.

“Yes!” You babble over and over the closer you get.

He had never thought of you in any type of way other than about how you were such a good student. The way you were always quick to help him with the annoying tasks nobody else wanted to help with, or how you would sometimes even bring him baked goods you made yourself! As a sign of your appreciation for him being such a nice teacher!

A scoff leaves his mouth as you reach your nth climax of the night. You shiver from his breath running down the side of your neck.

“You had this planned all along didn’t you? So sneaky.”

You nod your head up and down viciously as he continues to bully your poor cervix. He moans a bit and his thrusts get sloppier and slower.

After a few more moments of you digging your nails into his shoulders, surely leaving marks, and moaning out for each other he finally unravels himself.

It had been a while since he had been with anyone, and he had never been with an ex-student. The idea was too taboo for him to even think about, but here he was, in your bed fucking you dumb.

Rolling off of you, you both stare at the ceiling breath hard. You begin laughing and he lets his head fall to the side so he can look at you.

"What?" He asks. Curious as to what was funny, though he has an idea.

You now roll onto your side to look at him and he takes in the way you look. The thin sheet perfectly falls over your body, outlining the curve of your hip bone, and the moonlight that's shining through your window lights up your eyes. Messy hair frames your face and your lips are red and plump.

He had never seen you in this way until tonight. Sure he wasn't unaware you were considered an attractive person, in fact it was the opposite. It was hard to ignore it when you in your hero costume were plastered all over tabloids and tv as japans 'hottest new up and coming hero!' Though he'd just roll his eyes and walk away, after all it was weird to see his former student like that.

"It's just funny, you were like the hot teacher who I always had a crush on and now you're in my bed."

[yuezodiaco]

Types of kisses

What would it be like to kiss with these BNH characters?

(Yamada, Aizawa, Toshinori, Keigo, Kugo)

Yamada Hizashi

Hizashi loves to give you kisses on your neck and ear, he loves it when you get nervous and blush. This kind of kiss he does in front of everyone to mark territory and even more so when another hero sees you with romantic interest.

- Another kiss Hizashi gives you is a temptation kiss, he kisses you right after and in certain places to shake you up this guy does it in the safety of his house to tempt you and have sex after a somewhat hectic day.

Aizawa Shota

- Aizawa is a quiet man and loves his personal intimacy, Aizawa gives you shy kisses when he knows they are on the street or at school, he poor he is embarrassed for others to see it, you personally love to see how his ears blush when he kisses you.

- Or, but at home he is more affectionate, he kisses you on the lips with more passion while hugging you around the waist to be closer to you, he loves to feel your body close to him.

Yagi Toshinori

- Toshinori loves to give you kisses on your forehead, it gives you to understand the love he feels for you, no matter where you are either on the street, at school or at home, he will always kiss your forehead when one of you has to leave.

- Toshinori feels sorry for you, but he gives you a kiss without tongue is something that both you and he feel the pation in this kind of kisses, personally you love when Yagi gives them to you at home and more when you go to sleep.

Keigo Takami

- Oh Keigo this man loves to give you wet kisses, he loves to take the reins when they kiss they are very passionate he likes to see you blushing and dizzy when he finishes kissing you.

- Another type of kiss that Haws loves is a movie type kiss, like in dramatic productions where the heads of both are tilted and so they kiss, Keigo feels the passion in this type of kiss and more so when the two are on patrol at night.

Kugo Sakamata

- Eskimo kiss our beloved Gang Orca loves this kind of kiss, he feels it so affectionate and intimate when you are in the quiet of his office after a rather heavy meeting.

- When the two of you are arguing over meaningless things Kugo will give you an aggressive kiss by kissing you, he will gently bite your lower lip and stare at you, while sucking on your upper lip to give him a sense of dominance.

[specialagentlokitty]

Present mic x reader - I love you, I love you

You were sitting on your couch, rubbing a hand up and down your sternum as you tried to easy the dull pain that you were feeling.

You were so focused on the TV that at first you didn’t notice your phone was ringing.

Brining a hand up to your mouth, you coughed slightly, and you looked at the petals in your hand, taking a shaky breath.

This time you saw your phone ringing and you answered, sticking it on speaker as you stared at the petals.

“Hey Hizashi.”

“Yo! Yo! What’re you doing right now?!”

You set the petals down on your coffee table.

“I’m just at home, how come?”

You could hear voices on the other end and the sound of music, he was definitely at least a little tipsy at this point.

“Come to the bar yo!

You sighed.

“Sorry Hizashi, I’m not feeling well right now but have fun.”

With that you hung up, and you noticed a few other messages coming through.

Midnight: are you not coming out this week?

Aizawa: I’ll tell him to stop calling you until he’s sober again. Do you need anything?

You reply back to both of them and turn your phone off, coughing up a few more petals.

You knew how this went, you knew how bad this was going to get if you didn’t do anything about it now, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything.

You felt ashamed about having this disease, you felt ashamed about what it meant that you had suddenly developed it.

You knew your options, everybody knew the options, you either die to the disease, you have it removed along with your feelings, or you confess and pray those feelings are returned.

You didn’t know what to do, and as the weeks went on it slowly started to get worse and worse to the point when you were sat in the teachers lounge at UA you had a white knuckle grip on your shirt to try and ease the pain in your chest.

You didn’t look up as the door was opened, but you did when you heard his voice.

“(Y/N)?”

You glance to Hizashi before glancing away from him.

“Hey…” he said quietly.

It wasn’t like him to be so soft, so gentle when talking, so you furrowed your brows a little bit.

You smile a little bit at him, and turn back to your work, and he sat in a chair next to your desk with a frown on his face.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Nothing, I’m alright ‘zashi.”

He narrowed his eyes a little bit, clearly not believing you.

“You’re not alright don’t lie to me.”

You sighed a little, setting your papers aside as you looked up to him, offering him a small smile.

“It’s complicated that’s all, but I’m really fine I swear.”

He leant forward a little narrowing his eyes at you.

“No.”

He sighed, leaning back in his chair as he crossed his arms.

“You’ve never hidden anything from me, why’re you hiding this?”

“Look ‘Zashi, I said I’m alright, really. Okay? You don’t have to worry I promise.”

You stood up, pulling your jacket in and walked over him, placing your hand on top of his head as you walked past him.

“Come on! I know somethings wrong and you know I’m not gonna stop until you tell me!” He called back.

“I know!”

You left, and made your way back to your apartment, finally able to let out the series of coughs that you had been holding back all day.

It was worse than you thought as you sat on your couch, staring at the petals that just seemed to keep falling, the pain in your lungs getting even worse.

After a while there was a knock on your apartment door, and you shoved the petals under the couch to open it.

“Oh, hey Aizawa, what’s up?”

The other pro hero narrowed his eyes a little at you and held a single petal up in his hand.

“I know you have it.”

You grabbed him back his capture scarf and pulled him inside and slammed the door shut.

“Don’t be showing it around dumbass!” You hissed.

Aizawa glared a little bit at you.

“You know how dangerous it is hiding this (Y/N)!” He hissed.

“I know!”

Aizawa crossed his arms as he stared at you with a slightly cold expression on his face.

“Confess to them.”

“No.”

“Then get the surgery.”

“No…”

“Well those are your only two options! Be lucky I haven’t told anybody else yet because right now Hizashi is going mental because he thinks he’s pissed you off!”

You went quiet for a moment feeling a little guilty you made your best friend feel that away.

“He does…?”

“Yes! So either you go tell him what’s going on and let him help you or I will.”

You panicked a little bit, grabbing your brother by his arm.

“You can’t!”

Aizawa narrowed his eyes a little at you, then they widened slightly in realisation.

“You love him, don’t you?”

You lowered your head a little bit as you nodded, staring at the ground while tears burned your eyes, and that painful feeling in your chest came back.

You tried to hold the coughing back, but you still coughed slightly, petals falling into your palm.

“I can’t tell him…”

Aizawa sighed, resting your head in his chest.

“(Y/N) you have too, please? Or get the surgery, because I’ll be dammed if I stand aside and watch you die because of this stupid disease.

You sniffled a little bit, gaze fixated on the flowers at your feet.

“Please just tell him okay?”

“I..I can’t…”

Aizawa walked over and sat you down on the couch, wiping a few of your tears away.

He left the room for a few moments before coming back with a glass of water, handing it to you and he sat on the table in front of you.

“Why can’t you tell Hizashi you love him?”

“Because I know he doesn’t love me back…” you whisper.

Aizawa sighed softly, placing his hand on top of your head.

“You won’t know that until you tell him how you feel…”

You shook your head and Aizawa sighed heavily, he knew how stubborn you were, and when you were scared of being hurt you would do anything to refuse to acknowledge what’s hurting you.

You had a heart of gold, and that was your downfall, it always had been.

“Just get some rest alright? We’ll figure this out I promise.”

You sniffled a little and laid down on the couch, letting him cover yoh up with a blanket and he began to clean the petals all over your floor.

As much as you didn’t want to rest, your body had other plans, because if you were asleep it didn’t have to respond to the intense pain in your chest.

You soon fell asleep, and when you did Aizawa pulled his phone out of his pocket and left the room.

You didn’t notice the opening or closing of your front door, or that you had been moved from the couch into bed to sleep.

When you woke up, your chest felt worse and you slowly sat up while trying to take deep breaths.

“Aizawa…?” You called.

You could hear footsteps coming down the hall, and the door was opened and Hizahsi stood there instead with a glass of water in his hand as he walked over to pass it to you.

“He left a few hours ago.”

His tone wasn’t loud or cheerful like usual, it was soft, and slightly sad.

You nodded, sipping at the water in the glass, trying to resist the urge to cough but you couldn’t, and you coughed a few petals and some blood into your palm.

You tried to hide it but Hizashi was quick, he took your hand in his, carefully removing the petals and wiping the blood with a tissue.

He stayed quiet as he took the glass of water from you and set it down on the nightstand.

He look at you, and carefully took your face between his hands, running his thumbs along your cheeks.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.” He whispered.

Your eyes widened a little, hand still covering your mouth to fight back some coughs, and he placed a hand over yours, the other still cradling your face.

“I’ll say it as many times as I have to. I love you.”

He kept whispering it over and over again, moving his forehead to rest on yours with his eyes closed, still whispering, and you closed your eyes as well.

After some agonisingly slow minutes, and him constantly repeating that he loved you, you felt the pain in your chest starting to ease up a little bit.

You slowly moved your hand from your mouth.

“I love you..” you whispered.

This made him give his signature grin, and he quickly leant down to catch you in a gentle but passionate kiss which lasted a few minutes before he pulled away.

He crawled over you, laying down at your side and rested your head on his chest.

“I love you so much… I’ll be right here…”

You nodded again falling back to sleep.

It would take a few days for the disease to get out of your system, but it wasn’t growing anymore, and as long as he stayed by you, you knew everything was going to be alright

[kirikiss]

Midoriya's Miscalculated Misfortune

🝮 In an attempt to connect with his class, Mr. Midoriya participates in a class training! Will he be able to handle it? 🝮 no warnings. continue reading under the cut. not proofread... I don't even know what this is.

As the class filed into the room, a palpable sense of anticipation filled the air. Izuku stood at the front, eager to share the news. “As some of you may know, today marks your first official training session! You will be paired into groups of three, based on the compatibility of your quirks. Each group will face off against a teacher in a simulated battle scenario. The objective is simple: each of you must secure one flag from your opponent within a ten-minute time limit,” he explained, his tone brimming with enthusiasm.

The room buzzed with murmurs of excitement, the students clearly thrilled at the prospect of training with pro heroes. One student raised her hand, her curiosity piqued. “Which teachers will we be up against?”

“Excellent question,” Izuku replied, smiling. “We have five teachers participating. To ensure fairness, the students who scored the highest on the entrance exam will go first, ensuring the teachers are at their peak performance when sparring with them. This allows everyone to get a fair shot. The teachers you'll be facing are Present Mic, Ectoplasm, Eraserhead, Cementoss, and finally, myself!”

A heavy silence fell over the room, replacing the earlier excitement. Izuku noticed the shift, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion. ‘Strange, I thought they’d be more excited…’

“Mr. Midoriya, are you sure this is the best idea? Ever since… you know,” a student asked hesitantly, concern lacing their voice.

“Yeah, it's like kicking a dog while it's down, isn’t it?” another added, their tone uncertain.

“Should we start drafting apology letters now or wait until after your lesson backfires?” someone muttered under their breath, eliciting a few nervous chuckles.

Izuku, however, remained unfazed. His smile widened as he addressed the class. “Even though I lost my quirk, I’ve never stopped training as if I still had it. I’ll give it my all! I’m ready for whatever challenges you bring!” he declared in his signature happy-go-lucky tone. Maybe his all wasn't enough.

The students made their way to the training grounds, eager to prove themselves to these heroes. First up were three students against Present Mic. Izuku stood in the corner, taking notes on each student's abilities and areas for improvement.

“WOAH HO HO, ARE YOU STUDENTS READY TO ROCK?” Present Mic's voice boomed across the arena. His signature blonde hair spiked as if he'd just held up an umbrella to lightning. He wore a confident grin, his hands on his hips as he surveyed the three students who would be his challengers.

“WoAh ho hO,” one student mocked. “Did Mr. Midoriya put us up against Santa?” another added to the banter. Present Mic saw through their game. “Psyching me out, huh? That’s not gonna work, little ones!”

The three students stood in a loose formation, trying to draw up a plan. One of them tried to offer encouragement. “Hey guys, we got this! Just… try not to let him yell too much.” Easier said than done.

As the battle reached its peak, the students were feeling pretty good about themselves. They had managed to snag two flags, and Present Mic was finally starting to look like he might be sweating—just a little. Sensing victory within reach, they regrouped for one last coordinated assault.

“Okay, this is it! We’re gonna take him down!” a student declared, a confident grin on his face.

Present Mic noticed their determined expressions and couldn’t help but chuckle. “YOU KIDS ARE GREAT, BUT LET’S TURN UP THE VOLUME A NOTCH!” The students braced themselves for another ear-shattering scream or some kind of pitch-based attack. What they did not expect was for him to spin around and amplify a colossal fart.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?” one student screamed.

“IT SMELLS LIKE LITERAL SHIT! DID YOU POOP YOURSELF?” another shouted in horror.

“WHAT DID YOU EVEN EAT? OH MY GOSH!” a third gagged, clutching their nose.

As Present Mic walked away, he let out a celebratory toot, and the students couldn’t help but notice his pants sagging suspiciously in the back. “THAT’S THE SWEET STENCH OF DEFEAT, KIDS! SMELL YA LATER!” he declared with a grin.

Izuku, watching from the sidelines, was definitely not expecting that. Trying to recover, he addressed the class. “Well, everyone! In hero work, you’ve got to learn to expect the unexpected. Good effort, Group A! I hope this scrimmage helped you understand how to better use your quirks in combat,” he said, giving his evaluations as he prepped for his turn.

A few more groups went before his. Ectoplasm managed to win the scrimmage with no flags being captured. Eraserheads weapon was used against him, allowing the students to capture all his flags. Next in the lineup was Izuku. The three students he faced were pretty strong.

The first female student had the quirk Memory Imprint. She was able to gain knowledge of the item or person she touched, but it only lasted for five minutes. Her plan involved touching Mr. Midoriya. She didn’t have to go for the flag, just attempt to graze him. From then on, she could use her quirk to gain the knowledge Mr. Midoriya was thinking—strategies that were impossible to evade. Using one of his thought-out strategies, she captured a flag without a hitch.

“Good job! You two still have to capture a flag, so don’t hold back!” Izuku encouraged. ‘Easy A,’ the next student thought to himself. His quirk was strength-based. He had an immense amount of power in his punch, and when he wound his arms up, the power amplified. As the other students were busy fighting, he wound up his arm fifty times.

By this time, Izuku was feeling a bit cocky. He had managed to dodge a few hits from the third student, who hadn’t resorted to using her quirk yet. “What’s wrong, Group D? Are you going to let the teacher without a quirk bea—” he was abruptly cut off by an uppercut to the stomach. The hit was so hard that the vibrations made one of his front teeth fall out. He also coughed up a bit of blood.

Ectoplasm, who was still observing the fight, called out in concern, “Hey Midoriya, do you want to call it?”

The fool called back, “No! This is a learning experience. I want to see how strong each of my students are, so let’s continue!” He offered a toothy—or now toothless—grin. ‘A punch like that should've knocked him out. Hell, if that was me, I’d fake faint,’ Ectoplasm thought, replaying the punch in his head.

The student took this as a challenge and decided to up the ante. With a flick of her wrist, she summoned a bed of snow that spread rapidly across the arena. Before Izuku could react, she made it rain. Drenched and now standing on an icy patch, Izuku slipped immediately onto his back, knocking all the air out of him. To be honest, the students were enjoying this a bit more than they wanted to admit. The weathering student went to retrieve her flag. Izuku tried to get up, but his attempts only resulted in failure. The strength-based student wound up his arm ten times and punched the ground with tremendous force. Izuku, in mid-fall, extended his arms to cushion himself but instead ended up breaking them on the icy surface. Battered, bruised, and toothless, Izuku was a sorry sight. It reminded him exactly of middle school. Izuku started tearing up in pain, waiting for the last student to take his flag so it could be over. He oddly craved the feeling of Recovery Girl’s dry lips over his cuts, making them feel all better. This daydream led to him passing out.

“Oh my gosh, Mr. Midoriya, I am SO SORRY, are you okay?” His hearing was so muffled he could barely hear his student walk in. At that point, he had already woken up, but his eyes were so puffy and bruised it made him look like they were closed.

“Man, I guess I really did a number on him. He told us not to hold back, but I only used 5% of my power.” The other two students who had sparred with him joined in.

“Yeah, same here! I only used a harmless ice sheet, but it took him out too.”

Embarrassed, Izuku took advantage of his puffy eyes and pretended to remain unconscious. He made a mental note for next time: do NOT participate in class training.

[imagineanime2022]

Heroes W/ S/O Like Queen B

Shota Aizawa X Fem!Reader, Taishiro Toyomitsu X Fem!Reader, Rumi Usagiyama X Fem!Reader, Hizashi Yamada X Fem!Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: I loved your villains with Queen B helluvaboss😁 may I please request queen B but with the pro heroes Aizawa, Fatgum, Mirko, Or even present Mic And they even like when she sings her song, “cotton candy” That would be pretty cool?

Shota Aizawa

🐛 You are not the type of person that anyone expects Aizawa to be with, you were the complete opposite colourful and sweet, most of the time. 🐛 You were popular amongst the younger kids and some of the teens, he was not surprised when he heard his class talking about you. 🐛 That extends to him hearing people singing your songs, he always thought that the song sounded best when you were singing it. 🐛 The best part of his day was when he’d come home to you humming or singing to yourself as you carried out everyday tasks.

Today had been taxing, 1A had been particularly testy and he had had to step in and stop a number of fights between the classmates and everyone else in the building. Not to mention all the other kids constantly goading the top class in hopes that they could get a rise from them. Honestly it was all childish behaviour and usually he would ignore it but today it so happened that it was his job to deal with it.

He walked into his room at the UA apartments and instantly relaxed when he heard you singing softly, he walked into the kitchen to see that you were frowning to yourself as you cooked. “What’s going on?” He asked as he walked up behind you gently wrapping his arms around your waist. “Nothing…” You answered as you changed the tune you were humming before shaking your head, crossing something out on a piece of paper a little bit away from you. “I’m trying to figure out the next few songs for the album.” “Mmm.” He hummed “I’m sure that you’ll make something amazing.” “You say that every time.” You narrowed your eyes as you let your head fall backwards to rest against his shoulder. “Have I been wrong?” He asked. “That is not the point.” You giggled as you squeezed his hands before continuing to make dinner. “How was your day?” You asked. “Hectic.” He answered “the kids are getting antsy.” “How so?” You asked. “1B is being particularly antagonistic.” Aizawa mumbled, pressing his face into your shoulder. “Well it’s not your problem anymore, let them fend for themselves for a little while.” You said softly, turning off the food and turning around in his grip. “Mmm, only if you show me those songs.” He said softly and you nodded. “Seems like a fair trade.” You finally nodded.

Taishiro Toyomitsu

🍡 You are the best thing that has ever happened to him period. 🍡 You have all the food that he needs, he’ll often come find you because according to him the best food he has had is the food that you have made for him. 🍡 Not to mention he’s always been a fun guy, he loves watching you perform any of your songs and even showed up if you filmed music videos, just for the support. 🍡 If he’s got paperwork to do or just odd jobs that require him to be able to hear everything going on around him, you can guarantee that your music is playing, through speaker or pair of earphones.

You are supposed to be meeting Tai for lunch, he had told you that he had been bogged down with paperwork. You knew that meant that he couldn’t leave the office but that didn’t mean that you couldn’t bring something to the office for him.

You walked into his agency and you could hear it before you even fully stepped into the lobby, a song from your newest album blaring from Tai’s office “has he been playing that all day?” You mumbled to yourself. “All week actually.” Kirishima corrected you, you glanced over at him and Tamaki sitting in the break area. “I’m so sorry.” Your face took on pity you couldn’t imagine dealing with someone playing the same album on repeat when it wasn’t your choice. “Ah it’s not so bad.” Kirishima waved you off but you didn’t believe him, instead you made a new promise. “I’m going to get him to stop playing that album.” You promised, you could hear Tamaki muttering something but you didn’t quite catch it as you made your way towards the office.

He didn’t even look up with you walked in confirming an earlier thought against knocking as he was unlikely to be able to hear you. You walked over to his desk gently knocking on the wood of his desk, he looked up at you and smiled pushing hush chair back and opening his arm. “There she is.” He cheered as you looked around the room trying to locate the control for the sound system. “You won’t find it.” “Where is it, you can’t keep subjecting everyone to this.” You stepped around the table reaching for the desk drawers, opening and closing each of them when you came up empty. “I’m not subjecting anyone to anything, I’m gifting them this.” Tai answered. “I’m not sure that everyone thinks that.” You continued searching still not finding anything, finally you turned to him, realising the many pockets on his hero suit. “Then they shouldn’t be working here.” Taishiro grabbed at your waist when you were close enough. “You shouldn’t joke like that.” You smacked his shoulder as you straddled his lap, hands moving to his pockets, he grabbed your wrist, the movement caused the control to peek out of his pocket, your tail shot out to grab it far to quickly for Taishiro to comprehend. The music cut off and you almost heard the collective sigh from everyone outside of the room. “You're no fun.” Tai pouted and you smirked and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’m plenty of fun but no one needs to hear my music that much.” You muttered as he opened his mouth to protest. “I don’t want to hear it, it’s lunch time, let's eat.”

Rumi Usagiyama

🐇 You and Mirko are the power couple of the century, the wolf and the rabbit, most villains were terrified if you two were the ones after them. 🐇 Mirko was never not promoting your music, she loved it and she honestly didn’t care what others thought. 🐇 You were never too bothered by hate that found its way to you through your music career but Mirko often took it as a personal offence and stood up for you in any way that she could, that often worried her PR team but like I said before she doesn’t care. 🐇 Mirko liked when you sang for her and only her, so she’d often ask for a performance at home, where it was just the two of you.

You’d been home for a while before Mirko came in, so long that you had showered changed and started dinner. You heard the door open and smiled when she peered around the kitchen door to look at you. “Good, your home.” She grinned as she walked towards you pressing a kiss to your temple “you’ve been working too hard lately.” “The same could be said for you.” You argued as you turned off the food walking “everything is ready, go wash up while I plate up everything.” “Fine.” She walked towards the bedroom and through to the bathroom while you continued with the food.

After eating you were both in the living room, the news playing softly in the background not that either of you were really paying attention, Mirko had pulled you onto her lap both of you talking in hushed tones about your day and the people that you had spoken to. “You know I missed you today.” Mirko changed the subject, she had been talking about some boring meeting that she’d had to attend, the only reprieve being that she was with Hawks, he made it a lot more bearable. “Missed me? You saw me this morning.” You pressed your finger to her nose and nipped at the air attempting to catch it as you pulled away. “I didn’t have time to listen to you today, usually I hear your voice throughout the day.” She explained. “Mmm.” You hummed. “Where is this going?” “I think after such a stressful day I’m entitled to a personal performance.” Adjusting you to sit facing her she knocked her nose against yours drawing your attention to her. “Personal performance?” You asked. “Whatever song you want.” The grin never left her face and her eyes never strayed from yours. “Right now?” You asked. “Is that a problem?” Mirko asked. “Just a bit sudden, I didn’t have a performance on my schedule today.” You shrugged and she leaned up lips next to your ear. “Come on for me?” And of course you did it.

Hizashi Yamada

🎙 This man has a radio show… I don’t think there is anyone who hasn’t heard whatever your newest song at the time is. 🎙 He will have his own renditions of your song whether that’s covers or remixes, literally dedicates a whole segment to you, man has no chill and also doesn’t know how to keep what he deems small insignificant secrets so that segment is usually dedicated to disproving rumours and telling little secrets. 🎙 No.1 fan, no one hears the end of him talking about you, Aizawa knows more than he should about you. 🎙 Your work colleagues are always calling you telling you that you need to listen to whatever your boyfriend is rambling about because it’s hilarious.

You groaned as you continued to listen to Hizashi continue to enthusiastically rant on about whatever it is that he’s talking about, you had stopped listening a little while ago but it had started with the newest villain arrest that you had made. You were heading to the studio considering Hizashi had gone well over what he had told you was the segmented time for his rant.

“There you are, I tried telling him a few times that he’s going over.” You nodded as you listened to the show runner who was leaning you towards Hizashi’s studio. He opened the door and you rolled your eyes at Hizashi sitting with his feet kicked up as he talked. “You need to end this show.” You said walking towards him but he just laughed. “There she is!” Hizashi cheered. “No, say goodbye to your listeners, time to go.” You ordered. “But I haven’t even played your new song yet.” He whined. “Who’s fault is that?” You pushed his chair away from the mic and leaned forward. “I’m so sorry guys, it looks like he’s gotten carried away again, you’ll have to tune in tomorrow to hear my new release.” You signalled to the other show operators on the other side of the glass and waited for the on-air light to go off before turning to Hizashi. “We’ve talked about this, do you remember what happened with Aizawa?” “I missed you.” He mumbled reaching for you, you rolled your eyes and lifted your hand lacing your fingers together. “That does not need to be everyone else’s problem.” You squeezed his hand prompting him to pull you forward, as he made a noise of disapproval wrapping an arm around you and resting his head on your stomach. “I’m finished now, so how about you pack up and we head home, spend the rest of the evening together.” “Really?” He asked. “Really.” You nodded, he stood from her chair before you had fully stepped back waving to everyone and announcing that he was leaving, while dragging you behind him. You rolled your eyes as you followed after him waving to everyone as you did, some of them mouthing a ‘thank you’.

Request Here!!

[simply-trash5]

BNHA Boys and Pro Heros as Types of Light Pt. 2

A lot of people seemed to enjoy the first round of this series that I did so I have decided to do another one! This second round was inspired by an anon who specifically asked for Iida...but I also included a few pro heros to round it out.

As always my inbox and ask box are open for requests of any type really--if you have any questions or just want to chat feel free to hit me up!

We will start under the cut with Iida <3

So when I think of Iida I think of Lamp light:

Iida is like late night reading in the comfort of a large, worn, leather chair. He makes you feel warm to your toes when you're in his presence as if you could fall asleep, but knowing he is near you makes you want to be motivated to do better; to be better for him. He feels expensive and classy, but he feels timeless. To quote Taylor Swift, Iida truly never goes out of style--.

Now Present Mic is Neon Lights:

He is loud and in your face. He is charged and full of energy at all times that sends a zing down your spine. I know this man smells like citrus and mint--am I projecting? Probably. Anyway, he is excitement. He is what it feels like to stay up past your bedtime; he is the head rush you never want to end.

Fatgum is Carnival Lights:

Fatgum feels like having cotton candy. He is sweet to the senses--all of them. The blonde hair, the blue eyes, the round rosy cheeks...He brings a smile to your face that cannot be stopped no matter how hard you try. He brings a sense of nostalgia to your soul when you're near him that feels like you're at a festival in your hometown and he has just won you a teddy bear...your heart might just explode.

Shouta Aizawa is the glow of a television:

Late at night, long after the movie is forgotten but the tv glows...that is what shouta feels like. It's quiet, it fills the room just enough to show the shadows of your lover's face to see the planes of his peaceful face as you hold him. It shows the way he runs his fingers along your arm slowly...the glow of that tv has seen so many secrets; much like Shouta. He is trustworthy, steady, quiet.

Hawks is the faraway lights of the city:

Hawks feels like when you drive just far enough out of the city to get away, but not far enough to know its not there. He feels like he isn't fully yours, but you will enjoy him while you have him. You will lean into him and kiss him while the blurred lights of the city shines behind you before he flies off to the other people you share him with. You'll remember what these lights look like forever and always hope that they will just be beautiful one day and not remind you that you share your hero with the world.

[axshoto]

Could u do texting UA teachers? Thank u ❤️

texting the UA teachers!

ft. eraserhead, midnight, present mic

warnings: nsfw-implied in midnight, drinking in present mic

a/n: THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!! had lots of fun with this one :)

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Any characters that come from the My Hero Academia manga and/or anime are credited to Kohei Horikoshi and Bones Studio, their rightful owners. Textfics are credited to ©axshoto on Tumblr.

[shigarakisdumbwhore]

I'm just realizing that fanfics about heros in My Hero Academia could be canon. People write fanfics about modern day celebrities all the time. You can't tell me hundreds of girls aren't writing smutty fanfics about Hawks canonly.

[indigosuvi]

Hizashi In A Relationship

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 435 | Read it on AO3 | Tag List

Hizashi loves to give you everything that he can. He doesn't have much free time working as a teacher, being a pro-hero, and working at a radio station. He feels bad that he doesn't have much time. However, he does all he can to keep you happy.

Rarely does he ever tell you no to anything. You want it? It's yours.

It isn't often that he gets home late, but if he does and you stay awake for him, he'll do the same to you. (Rip to both of your sleep schedules.)

He will try to politely tell you to go to bed. However, you don't budge on the subject. You just want to see him before you both have to work the next day. He makes sure to be home at a reasonable hour, if possible.

Dates might be at home, unless you want something else. He will make it happen and will do all that he can to make it great. He doesn't want to see you unhappy.

He loves seeing you in his clothes. It makes him the happiest for you to wear something of his. He doesn't have any objections to what you wear (anything is on the table). Except, please do not wear his hero costume. He kind of, sort of, needs that… Other than that, wear whatever. He does occasionally tease you about it or compliment you. He wouldn't go over the top with his teasing. However, he would get upset if you stopped wearing them, feeling as if he had made you stop wearing them.

He is very vocal about anything and everything. You know how he feels about anything. He is very open in communicating with you.

If you're a shy person, he will tease you when you become brave at times. He finds it cute when you become flustered and possibly stutter. He will absolutely stand up for you if someone makes you uncomfortable, if someone flirts with you, or if someone is being rude to you. It wasn’t his fault, but he feels bad for what happened and will do what he can to make you feel better.

He is very vocal during sex, complimenting you and telling you how good you make him feel.

It's great if you live alone or with him. Otherwise, your roommates are going to hear everything.

He loves to make you feel good, and in doing so, he also gets off as well. If you want to take charge and be on top for once, he has no issue with that whatsoever. However, he will tease you about it.

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Tag List: @eli-chris, @117s-girl @dahlias-love, @ssbptigers, @lazyboikat

[uracutieraka]

My kind of woman

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You're makin' me crazy

Really drivin' me mad

That's alright with me

It's really no fuss

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Monoma Neito x f!reader

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Synopsis; Monoma Neito absolutely hates class one a, with a burning passion. What happens when class a gets a new transfer student that matches his energy almost exactly?

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Joint training days always had Monoma giddy in anticipation. Mulling over the different insults he was going to use on them today in his head. He's already spewing off taunts as he walks up on to the platform. Teasing the other class about how they were surely going to lose today.

A few of the one a students begin engaging in his banter, egging him on. He begins to say one insult he's been holding on to since the last training day. His eyes dart out to the side and he's glad to see Kendo is across the platform talking to Momo.

But before he can go to say anything he feels a flick to the side of his forehead.

"I might be new but you can't talk to my class that way asshole."

For a moment he thinks he might be hearing wrong. A new student?

His eyes dart over to you, a witty reply already loaded on his tongue, ready to shoot off when he sees whoever is to blame for interrupting him but the words seem to fall short when his eyes lock on you.

You are the most beautiful thing he thinks he's ever seen. Then your words register.

His eyebrow raises as he grists his teeth in frustration. Class one a just stays getting ahead don't they? Stealing all the spotlight and now this? Getting a hottie transfer student in the middle of the year? Yeah, to say he was pissed off would be an understatement.

"Oh? And who are you?" He now throws a sleazy grin your way.

You scoff and roll your eyes, crossing your arms.

"Y/n L/n. Don't forget it." A smirk tugs across your mouth, that he notices is shiny and gloss covered, he wonders what flavor it might be. Would it taste like cherries? Strawberries? Or maybe it didn't taste like anything in particular.

For the first time in his like, Monoma Neito has nothing to say. Well almost nothing.

"How could I forget a name a pretty as that?" He mentally pats himself on the back when he sees you blush and your body freeze, it wasn't long, within half a second you had the same smug look.

But it was long enough for him to feel himself buzzing inside, the kind of buzz he gets when he's successfully wound someone up.

He wants to keep this high going, but words keep seeming to fail him.

"Y/n!" You both look to your left to see who's calling you name and you're greeted with with warm sight of Mina waving you over, wanting you to join their group. He frowns slightly as you nod back and turn to him.

"Well, Monoma, I guess I'll just have to talk to you later." A sly wink and you saunter off towards your friends. How did you know his name?

"Wow, Neito, I think that's the first time I've ever seen you that quiet."

The voice sends a cold chill down his spine. Breaking his train of thought.

"Oh. Kendo, when did you get over here?" An awkward smile crosses his face but she just chortles and walks away. His eyes trail back over to you, curiosity filling them.

You chatter with your friends, happily laughing among yourselves. The same since of jealousy washes over him and he turns around to his classmates.

"Oh we so have to beat them today."

They lost, and Monoma made sure that everyone knew it was only because you played unfair. In his defense you did.

By some stroke of luck his group was paired conveniently with yours. He could feel his heartbeat quicken at the idea of talking to you again.

He might have been known to have a sharp tongue but you were an unknown to most, and it seemed he had finally met his match.

He was fast, but you were faster. Dodging his attack, while making quips at his constant failure to catch you.

"I heard that I was supposed to watch out for you, but I'm honestly starting to think my classmates were just pulling my leg."

oh? You had just made his blood pressure spike. His eye is twitching at this point.

"Your quirk would be amazing to see in action," You stand a few feet in front of him, hand on your hip as the other taps at your chin. "If only you could actually catch me." Now you shoot him a smirk, and another wink.

He tries to run towards you but he's so wrapped up in watching you and trying to find the right words to say back to you, and you're too quick. Hurling insults and attacks at him left and right.

He finally think he has a one up on you, he had used Mina's power to try and slide around behind you, you're even faster to turn around and press a kiss to his cheek before jumping away.

He didn't have enough time to register or activate his quirk as your group swiftly took him down, rendering him immobile and securing your win.

You watch him get dragged away by his red-haired friend, and you wonder if maybe she was more than just his friend. It's a silly thought but it's nagging at the back of your head for the rest of the day.

You're quick to exit your classroom, rushing off down the hall to the other one. You just have to know if the cute boy from class one b has a girlfriend.

You spot him walking and you go to say something to him but the girl from earlier walks out of the classroom and smiles at him before they start talking and walking away.

I guess that answers your question.

The next week goes by and you can't help but stare every time you see him, specifically at lunch, when he's sat at the table directly across from you and your friends.

"Y/n?" Kirishima says.

"Oh!," You snap your eyes back over to your table. "Sorry, kind of zoned out..."

Mina snaps up a knowing eyebrow before talking.

"Yeah on Monoma from the other class." The other students at the table now look at you expectantly, waiting for your rebuttal.

You roll your eyes and scoot before picking your tray up with a 'definitely not' walking away to dump your tray, unaware of the way blue eyes are watching your every move, and have been for the past week.

Finally after two weeks pass and you come to the end of your first full month at UA, your friends have had enough of watching you longingly stare at the annoying boy from their sister class.

Mina told Kirishima who then told Bakugo, but he didn't care and told him to stop wasting his time, so then Kirishima told Denki who told Sero and then Sero told Jirou, who told Yaoyorozu, who finally relayed the news to Kendo.

See the thing about Momo that you didn't know, was she was a freak for romance. She literally squealed when she found out you had a crush on the boy from the other class.

Thus, Momo set her grand plan into action.

It was your fifth week at your new school when Ochaco comes up you, Denki following her.

"Why is he with you?," Your face contorts in disgust and confusion and Denki gives you a confused and hurt scowl at your sudden animosity towards him but you only giggle and turn back to your brunette friend. "So what's up?"

She laughs before inviting you to study with her and a few other friends, but you’re quick to notice the way her and Kaminari exchange a quick look at each other.

“What are you two planning?” They stumble over their words but Sero saves them by swinging his arms around their shoulders and giving you a reassuring smile.

“These idiots are just embarrassed because they realized nobodies invited you to a group study session yet, right guys?”

“Right!” They both say.

You sigh and continue doodling in your notebook before looking back up to them, palm lazily supporting your head.

“Fine.” You’re still unsure of what they were up to but you knew it was something devious.

Monoma has the same reaction as you did. Sending TetsuTestsu a weary glance as Kendo tells him its important to study and keep his grades good. He sighs, deciding this battle is not one he wants to fight, especially with her.

“Whatever, but I swear if you guys are up to something…”

“We’re not!” She reassures her friend.

He knows shes lying, but he plays dumb. Curious as to what they were planning.

Mina and the other girls in your class are sitting in your dorm. Tsu is digging through a few boxes that you have left to unpack out of curiosity.

“Wear something cute!” Ochaco says.

“Why? We’re just going to study at the cafe in the school?” You ask.

Mina rolls her eyes at you. “Uhm because what if we run into cute boys or something?”

Your eyes dart around the room.

“Then why are you guys dressed normally?”

Jirou then scoffs and waves her hand around.

“Uhm, because we’ve already seen the guys at UA, so obviously you gotta make a good first impression.”

You give her a blank stare.

“That makes zero sense.”

She pouts and you turn around, still digging through your closet for something cute to wear.

“What about a summer dress? It is getting hot outside.” Tsu says.

You hum and pull out a few you have hung in the back corner of your closet.

“Good idea, but now the real test, which one?”

20 minutes and trying on each dress at least three times later you land on one. It’s simple and light pink. Perfect. Casual and cute!

Mina does your makeup for you because you said you felt too lazy to do it, and riding on that you convince Ochaco to help do your hair.

After 2 hours you are finally done getting ready. Looking over at your clock the time read 12:16 p.m.

“Shoot! We’re late!” Tsu says.

“Late?”

“Yeah we’re meeting up with some of the guys remember?”

You hum, but you’re still unsure of what the true motives are behind this random study session.

The girls walk with you to the school, and right on past the cafeteria.

“Uhm guys? Arent we supposed to meet them in there?” You say, fighting the girls who are pulling on your arms to keep you moving.

“Code red!” Mina yells and all of the sudden Ochaco has you floating in the air while Tsu has you wrapped up with her tongue. You fight desperately to break from there hold, to no avail. Eventually you give up and allow them to do whatever, accepting your fate.

Eventually you reach a study room that you didnt know existed. Tsu flings you in and Ochaco releases her hold.

You fall to the floor and groan in pain.

“Sorry!” She says and closes the door.

You run and try to turn the handle, sighing and allowing your head to rest on the door.

“They got you too?”

You jump and turn around at the sudden voice.

“Monoma! Oh god you scared me,” you chuckle a bit before looking back up at him. “Do you know whats going on?”

He sighs and shakes his head no.

“I wish I did.”

You frown and go to call Mina, who seems to be the ring leader of this whole plan.

You dig around in your bag and groan loudly when you realize that you either left it, or one of them snatched it.

You sit at a table and put your hand in your arms in defeat.

Monoma sits across from you and puffs his cheeks out while tapping on the table awkwardly.

After a moment you look up at him and let a huff of air blow a loose strand of hair from your face, head falling into the palm of your hand.

"So, uhm, why do you think they trapped us in here?"

He hums and shrugs.

"No clue."

You roll your eyes and get up, looking for another way out of the room. He watches as you move around the room, noticing the way you're dressed up, then starts thinking about his friends forced him to look nice even though they had only planned on studying. He thought it was weird when Tetsutetsu was shoving jeans and a nice sweater in his face.

Its as if something clicked in him at the idea of both yours and his friends randomly doing all of this. Heat creeps up his neck and he clears his throat in an attempt to stop it but fails when you turn around to look at him instead.

"What?" Annoyance laces your tone and he slightly shy away for a moment before feeling irritated at you.

"I was just clearing my throat, damn." He spews back, scoffing slightly and filing his arms over his chest.

You roll your eyes and put your hands on your hips, sneering at him.

"Okay, well are you going to help me figure you how to get out of here or what?"

"There's no other exits. We'll just have to wait until someone lets us out."

Your hands cover your face as a frustrated groan sounds from you. Dropping your hands you look at him for a moment. His blond hair looks surprisingly maintained for a teenage boy. You think for a moment before sitting down across from him.

"So, uhm, where's your girlfriend?" Your voice is slightly shaky and he notices. You watch as his face contorts into confusion at the question.

"Girlfriend?"

"Yeah the one with the ponytail." You say, confusion also all over your face.

He laughs for a moment and then looks back at you.

"Kendo is not my girlfriend."

Your face flushes in embarrassment.

"Oh." You say back quietly.

He chuckles before shaking his head and leaning back in his chair.

"Though I'm sure she wishes she was, who wouldn't?"

"Well, do you like her? You guys always seem awfully close."

He raises an eyebrow at you and a smirk sits on his lips.

"Why do you care so much? Ya' like me or something?" Though he comes across as cocky, his heart is nearly beating out of his chest at the idea.

You now feel heat completely envelope your face at his question, you roll your eyes and look away.

"You wish." Though your words are confident he doesn't miss the way your voice falters at the end.

"What if I do?"

You now quickly look back at him, eyes wide at the statement. Was he being for real or just teasing you?

"Whatever you're just saying that to get a reaction out of me." You cross your arms and watch his movements closely. His brows slightly furrow together at your words and for a moment you feel bad.

"What if I'm not though?"

"You don't even know me."

"I want to."

You hum in thought, wondering if he was being for real or just being a teenage boy.

“Well, what do you want to know? We got time to kill.”

You can see a smile cross his face but it’s quickly replaced with the same smug grin he always seems to have.

“Anything you want to tell me.”

You scoff playfully and rest your chin in your hand.

“You gotta be more specific.”

He sits back and strokes his chin in thought, humming loudly, only slightly glancing your way when a small giggle leaves your lips at his dramatics. Finally he looks back to you, eyes narrowed and the same shit eating grin on his face.

"So, you think I'm cute?"

You can feel the pang of annoyance in your eyebrow. Is this guys serious? You grit your teeth before scoffing, though you can feel the butterflies swarm your stomach at the current situation you're in.

"What if I do?" You quip back. This time you watch as his face grows red. Your eyes carefully scan over his every movement, watching as his adam's apple bobs down and back up slowly.

You slightly relish in the fact he's so nervous at a few simple words, but it's short lived as his cocky smile comes back.

"Well, I guess I'd have to say I think the same about you." He might have a cocky look, but you don't miss the way his face is flushed and his voice slightly shakes.

You both stare at each other for a moment, but you allow another shit-eating smirk to sit on your face.

"Well, Monoma, then I'll tell you the truth," You lean backwards until your back hits the chair, hands gripping the edge of the table. "I do think you're cute, yeah."

He shoots backwards and stand up quickly, you slightly jump at his reaction.

He laughs, and it reminds you of those corny villains out of hero movies.

"Finally! I have a one up on class one a!" He continues rambling on about how he 'won' and he's totally bagging the hottie ew girl before any of the other guys. You roll your eyes but the giggle that escapes your lips gives away you're true feelings.

He stops what he's doing to look back down at you. His eyes are wide when he looks back down at you.

"Wait do you think our friends planned this on purpose?" You hum back at his question, signifying you think they did.

He drops back into his seat and you nearly get whiplash at his change in emotions.

"Man, they suck, but also, I'm grateful they do."

You dryly chuckle at him, going to respond, but before you do the door swings open. Aizawa and All Might stand in the doorway.

"What are you two doing in here?" All Might asks.

You shrug and look back over to the blond boy.

"Ask your other students.," You grab your bag and start walking out, before you do you turn around to look at Monoma. "You coming?"

He jumps out of his seat and grabs his bag as well, hurrying over to you.

"Obviously!"

You just roll your eyes and walk through the doorway, turning to thank the teachers for letting you out. Monoma does the same and walks over to where you're standing in the hall waiting for him.

"So, wanna go get some Soba?" He nods quickly at you and slightly nudges you with his shoulder.

You beam up at him and nudge him back.

"Oh, by the way, you're totally paying." You skip off a head of him and he stares at you, jaw slack. He finally checks back in and chases after you, saying it's not fair to invite someone to lunch then make them pay. You just laugh as you keep running off, laugh echoing through the nearly empty hallways.

"That's an odd pairing, don't you think Aizawa?" All Might asks the long haired teacher next to him.

"No, definitely not." He replies, shouting the door and walking back towards the teachers lounge, the faintest of smiles on his lips.

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