#sleepy Izuku my beloved

[sorrel-the-kabbage]

I will never get over them

@blackholeca Breaking my tumblr silence with fictional character birthday art as god intended

[ssplague]

Benighted Beloved

Chapter two

Masterlist

Warnings: Some Katsuki-esque violence this chapter, that’s all.

Honorable mentions 💌

@lalachanya  @mrsmelaninhood 

@whatdidshesayyy @faemagic88

@viridianhero  @alishii @rv19 

@maggiecc 

✨ 🌙 ✨

“There sat a Crescent Moon on her forehead”

“Here you go, it’s rosehip tea, make sure you drink it while it’s hot, that way you won’t end up with a cold” the man you now know as Midoryia Izuku hands over a steaming mug.

“Thank you so much for your help, I’m new around here…I…well I wasn’t sure where to go…I hope I’m not causing you too much trouble” your voice is quiet compared to the storm beating against the walls outside. The change of clothes he’d given you were soft on your skin, the well worn fabric held a fading lilac scent, as did the quilt set beside you. The hot tea goes down easily, a soothing warmth spreads from your fingers to the tips of your toes. “You aren’t causing me any trouble at all I promise, I had planned on returning to the capital city for the celebration, but I’m sure it was postponed due to this sudden change of weather” the green haired man replied as he adds a couple more logs to the fire burning in the grate.

“Celebration?” You ask, intrigued despite the sleepiness washing over you. Izuku nods as he prods the newly added logs with a poker, “One of my most treasured friends has finally found the one he wants to share his life with, to be honest with you a majority of people never thought he’d marry someone because of his harsh personality but…the few of us that know him well knew that was a lie” he’s smiling again as firelight danced in reflection of his emerald eyes. You had set your now empty cup off to the side, silently stretching out across the couch and snuggling up beneath the warm blanket. Content to sit in silence as your host got caught up in cherished memories, you were sleeping soundly in minutes. Eventually when Midoryia did resurface from memory lane, his face burned red with embarrassment as he realized he’d forgotten you were here with him! “I’m sorry y/n! I spaced out, how rude of me! I was going to tell you that you could rest in the bedroom if you like, I’m fine with the couch-“ Izuku abruptly shuts up when he notices you were asleep.

“She must have been exhausted…poor thing”

Quietly, he tip toes over to grab your empty mug, deciding to fill it with water incase you woke up thirsty. While kneeling down to pick it up, the firelight sparkles across something that draws his eye immediately. 

A crescent moon.

A golden crescent moon, on your forehead…a shaky finger briefly runs across it, that was real, no make up to smudge away.

With wide eyes, the now startled man bolts from his den and into the kitchen.

You! But how?!

Why?!

Oh goddess!

How could you have found your way here?! Weren’t you supposed to be with Kaachan?! Oh no what if you had run away?!

Scarred hands tangled themselves in green curls as he tired to wrap his now frazzled mind around this discovery; Kaachan’s runaway bride being found here in that damn Deku’s study!

I’m a dead man walking!

“It’s gotta be a mistake, it can’t really be her…yeah of course it isn’t her…she’s miles away from here, back in the capital where she’s supposed to be” a chuckle escapes  between his manic muttering as the deflating man lowers himself to the floor. Izuku’s shoulders sag with relief after convincing himself it was a simple case of mistaken identity. Leaning back against the cabinets, his eyes momentarily close and a relieved sigh blows across his chapped lips. Only for them to fly open once more as a loud knock suddenly echoed from the front door of the cabin, making the alchemist yelp in response.

Getting to his now shaking legs, he peeks down the hall and listens for any sign you had woken up.

Silence follows, only to be disturbed by the now continuous knocking.

Forcing one foot infront of the other until he stands at the door, the terrified man forces himself to open it. The happy face of Kirishima greets him, “Hey there Midoryia! Sorry to just drop in on ya like this, thank goodness you weren’t back at the capital already”.

“Are you gonna let us in? It’s fucking pouring out here dammit!”

Bakugou’s snarling voice puts the fear of god into Izuku as he jumps aside to let the two soaked men in.

“Oh uh hey there Kaachan, Kirishima…what brings you two out here? Thought you’d be back at the castle, you know…to celebrate-“

“Ain’t nothing to fucking celebrate”

Yep, he’s most definitely a dead man.

Katsuki wrings out his cape on the doorstep before slamming the door shut, just as he does so, Izuku returns with a couple towels he’d grabbed from the linen closet.

“Thanks man” says Ejiro, flashing fangs with a smile “That storm hit outta nowhere as we were flying back, his majesty over here insisted we keep flying through it, until he almost got his wing zapped that is”.

The aforementioned male didn’t reply to the jab taken at him as he dried his hair off. The other two men looked at each other, the green haired male looking at the red head with evident confusion on his face. “He’s pretty upset”mouthed Kirishima and Midoryia gulps silently before nodding.

“I wanna hang my cape up in front of the fire” the blonde mumbles, noticing the lack there of in the front room’s grate.

“Sure! Let me just grab some of the wood I have in my den!” Izuku exclaims a little too excitedly as he spins on his heel.

“Nah man you don’t gotta do all that, we can just use the one you have going already, right Bakugou?”.

“Oh no it’s okay, I don’t m-“

Deku’s panicked response is drowned out by a gruff “Sure, what the fuck ever, I just want to warm up”. 

The angry Royal starts moving towards the short hallway, and immediately finds his way blocked by the much smaller man, “Really Kaachan, it’s no trouble! We can make a much bigger fire out here, the one in the den can only be small because of all my flammable materials-“.

“Oh shut it would you!” Growls the already frustrated monarch, “Otherwise there will be a far greater threat to your stupid materials than a goddamn fireplace”. After the threat had been made, Katsuki makes to move past the annoying bastard blocking his path. Only for said bastard to side step, effectively blocking his way again. Izuku internally cringes at the sudden ire that lights up in the hellfire eyes glaring daggers at him. Even Kirishima fights off the urge to shudder as the energy inside the cabin shifts drastically.

“Get.out.of.my.way.Deku” the bigger man’s intimidating voice starts off quietly.

“Listen Kaachan-“ the smaller man at least tries to reason with the other, but is cut off.

“You’re acting real fucking brazen nerd, too bad that today really was the wrong day for you to grow a pair” taking a step closer Bakugou puffs out his chest as he sneers down at Deku.

“Look it was an accident really, I didn’t know! I-“ a startled cry escapes the green haired man as a sparking fist takes hold of his shirt collar.

“What the fuck are you talking about? You don’t know shit! Oh I get it…You think its funny don’t you? Funny that she ran away afraid of me?! Go ahead and laugh! GO AHEAD AND LAUGH I FUCKING DARE YOU!” Snarls shifted into screams as the dragon shifter lifts his prey off it’s feet. The tight fisted grip singed the fabric of the shirt it held. Just as Kirishima springs into action to separate his friends, fast footsteps come racing from down the hall. They were immediately followed by a frightened, but still demanding, feminine sounding shriek, “STOP!!!”.  

All three men froze, each set of their respective eyes moving to locate the source of the shout. It didn’t take long for them to all locate you, half your body still hidden in shadow of the dark hallway.

A/N: I know this was short, but I still have two full chapters already finished (& much longer) and one partially completed 🥰 All the praise I received over the story this far is incredible & always deeply appreciated ❤️‍🔥

[ghost-b0i]

Izuku Midoriya × F!reader

Warnings: masturbation, pet names (puppy, baby), over the phone sex.

★★Masterlist★★

It's been 2 weeks since you last saw him, and even though there was a 7 hours difference between you it didn't stop him from calling you every morning and every evening. You've been trying to distract yourself from not having him right by your side every night for a while now. Working,meeting friends, watching TV, reading and working on the house, yet he was on your mind 24/7.

But you had his pictures and audio recordings to help with the pain of missing him, yet you had nothing that could help your lust like he could. After all, going from fucking him almost every day to non at all, is a drastic change.

You took your glass of wine and sat on the couch, doing the usual evening routine of watching TV until you fall asleep on the couch.

You scrolled through the channels, until you reached the news channel.

'I wonder if Izu is on there' you thought as you took a sip from your drink and watched.

The reporter was talking about an event involving your beloved Izuku. A video of him saving people from some villain was shown on the screen.

You noticed a new cut on his arm, knowing he'll come home with another scar.

Soon enough you were drowning in your own thoughts, thinking how you would greet him with the new set you bought today. Your thoughts were cut when you heard his voice, you blinked and looked around until you saw him in a post battle interview.

You looked at his face, his emerald green eyes seem to be looking directly at from the screen as he spoke, reassuring the citizens that everything is going to be okay.

You took another sip from your glass as you remembered every time he praised you, reassuring you you can take him.

"Fuck- that's it baby~ you're doing so well taking me inside you" You remembered the sound of his shivering moan.

"Mhm~ you're so tight puppy~ I bearly have space in this pretty pussy of yours"

Your hand moved between your thighs, starting to tease yourself while looking at the him smiling on the screen.

You decide your memory isn't enough and quickly lift your phone from the table to call him. You quickly notice he sent you a voice message.

Your hand moved to touch yourself under the fabric as you played the recording next to your ear while trying to imagine it's his large scared digits that are touching your clothes and not yours.

"Hey puppy" The message started with his cheerful voice "I had a chance to go shopping today, bought something I can't wait to see on you~" His voice sounded a bit dark and he chuckled "I bet you're blushing at that don't you? Imagining all the dirty things I'll do to you?~" You blushed slightly "you do, don't you? My naughty puppy~" You smirk as you feel the blush covering your cheeks. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of that pretty pussy when I get back~ gotta' go now, love ya"

The voice message ended and you moaned as you felt a knot forming in your stomach. You stop touching yourself, not wanting to cum yet.

You dile his number and put the phone to your ear.

It rings twice before he picks up.

"Hey puppy" You can hear he is sleepy "what are you doing"

You moan as you start touching yourself again "fuck I wish you were here so fucking bad~" You moan and you can hear moving on the other side.

"Oh? ~" His voice still low, but you can tell he's awake now "is my pretty Puppy can't control herself?~"

"Saw you on TV" You said feeling ou of breathe "couldn't stop myself"

You groaned before getting up at taking off your pants and underwear off than sat back down and continued.

You bite your lip muffelling your moans

"I wanna hear you Baby~" He demanded "I wanna hear that pretty voice of yours and fuck myself to it"

You blushed even harder now as you continued to touch yourself, moaning into the phone "f-fuck~" You moaned out while starting to finger yourself.

"That's it gorgeous" He moans "you're doing so good for me" He praises. Izuku knows you as he knows your voice. He knows what you sound like when something is fucking your tight cunt. "Fuck I was wish that was me inside of you right now"

You moan loudly, feeling the knot starting to form again.

Izuku is breathing heavily in your ear, panting your name between heavy breaths. You can hear the clapping of skin on skin as he is fucking his fist.

"Fuck~" You moan "so good~" The words are spilling out of your mouth along with heavy panting and shaky breath.

"That's it baby! Cum for me!" He moans as you start heading over the edge, feeling your Orgazam getting closer with every move of your fingers.

"I need you" You moan, looking down under heavy lushes and imagining him eating you out as you start playing with your clit again. Rubbing fast against it as your eyes roll to the back of your head. "Oh god!" You moan before starting to scream his hero name while reaching your Orgazam.

You shake as you cum hard, hearing him goraning and moaning on the other side you fuck yourself with your fingers through your Orgazam.

You can hear a shaky moan escaping him as the clapping becomes sloppy.

You both breath heavily, claiming down from your high.

"If I knew you were this desperate for me I would have told you I'm coming home tomorrow instead of keeping it as a surprise" He laughed

"Can't wait" You chuckled.

[tokito-dulya20]

THAT'S WHAT SIBLINGS ARE FOR

Midoriya siblings fanfic (Oc and canon fic)

Characters: Izuku Midoriya and Pixychu Midoriya (my BNHA OC)

[this was the only midoriya siblings art i had

(￣ω￣;) ]

{Pixychu is Deku’s adopted sister. They hang out and she comes out to Deku as bisexual and lesbian. And she didn’t expect what his reaction was} 

They may not look like the average siblings, but they are… sort of. Since Pixychu is Izuku's adopted sister, they nearly look like twins with curly hair. The difference is that Deku has green hair, regular skin color and freckles meanwhile Pixychu has purple hair, snow white skin, turquoise diamonds on her cheeks, a horn, ears, and she wears a choker. Which makes sense why they look the same but they don't at the same time.

Izuku Midoriya had always had the best sibling bond with his beloved adoptive sister, Pixychu, ever since they were brought together by fate. Since they are siblings, they became an inseparable duo, supporting each other through thick and thin.

They always protect each other no matter what situation they are in. It was amidst these extraordinary circumstances that Pixychu found herself if she wanted to reveal her surprise, her sexuality.

One warm summer evening, as the sky transformed into a tapestry of hues, they went to hang out for fun because why not, they’re brother and sister. Pixychu gathered her courage and decided it was time to confide in Izuku. 

Pixychu: Hey Izuku

Pixychu whispered, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation. 

Pixychu: I have something important to tell you. And it’s a surprise.

Intrigued, Izuku turned towards his sister, his eyes brimming with unwavering trust. 

Deku: What's the matter, Pixychu?

Taking a deep breath, Pixychu mustered the strength to express her truth. 

Pixychu: I don’t know what your reaction will be when I tell you this… umm.. I’m bisexual… and lesbian.

The revelation hung in the air, teetering on the precipice of uncertainty. However, rather than falter, Izuku's face lit up with a warm smile. 

Deku: Pixychu, I accept you for who you are, no matter what. You're my sister, and I'll always support you.

Relief and joy washed over Pixychu, accompanied by a sense of empowerment. He hugged his sister. Inspired by Izuku's unwavering acceptance, she confided further. 

Pixychu: You know, Izu, I've been seeing someone. She's now my girlfriend.

Izuku's eyes widened with surprise, his heart brimming with curiosity. 

Deku: You have a girlfriend? That's amazing, Pixychu! Tell me more about her!!

As sunlight danced through the gaps of the trees, Pixychu said in a teasing tone.

Pixychu: You know what’s funny about it? I used to have a crush on Ochako, but I forgot you are dating her so… umm… you know Yukihara Fujiko?

Deku: You mean the sleepy girl in our class?

Pixychu: Yeah, that’s my girlfriend, and I love her.

As Pixychu ranted about how cute her sleepy girlfriend Yuki was, Izuku listened intently, captivated by the tale of love and discovery, the world around them fading into a beautiful blur.

Pixychu: There's something else, Izu..

 Pixychu admitted, her voice laced with a hint of apprehension. 

Pixychu: Mom knows about me and my girlfriend. She's been nothing but supportive, just like you. I told her before I told you.

Izuku touched Pixychu's hand, his eyes filled with gratitude. 

Deku: Pixychu, our family is built on love and acceptance. Hearing that Mom understands and embraces you warms my heart. We are siblings, and nothing can change that.

He hugs her again, this time tighter and he has tears of joy in his eyes, knowing his sister now has a love interest.

Pixychu: Izuku.. You’re the BEST brother I ever had. 

Deku: Well, Pixychu… that’s what siblings are for.

Pixychu told Izuku that she was planning to have Yuki meet their mom since Pixychu rants about her cute girlfriend. Deku became the most supportive brother she ever had. But from then on, their bond as siblings NEVER EVER broke. 

TAGGING THOSE WITH BNHA OCS CUZ WHY NOT: @theyslaydemons @theyluvsmilo @unofficialmuilover @cloudymistedskies

[empressofthesunwriter]

Kill La Hero: 04

In the lottery of Quirk’s Michi got on really special and annoying one. A living, sarcastic ribbon named Ares, who puts her into superpowered revealing outfits. But this won't stop the girl from fulfilling her dream of being a hero! Just watch her!

(But not too closely please!)

MHA MEETS KILL LA KILL!

Chapter 4: The Origin Story

They reached Tatooin-Station where a giant man was standing.

Automatically they stop.

"Ahh…!", gasped Izuku. "That’s a huge villain!"

"And ugly.", added Michi and Ares.

Izuku wanted to take a closer look at the heroes and the villain and made his way into the crowd, Michi hanging off his hand sleepy.

She liked heroes well enough, but when she was this tired only her beloved Seraphina or Mirko would get her attention.

So she silently observed while Izuku asked who was fighting, only to respond himself.

“It’s Kamui Woods! The young and talented rising star!”

“You were the one asking, but you gave a perfect commentary, kid.”, says a man with shuriken in his head to him. “You’re a fanboy, aren’t you?”

Izuku giggles sheepishly, while Ares laughs and then deadpan at the sleeping Michi.

How his host could fall asleep, standing up and with all the sounds surprised him always.

Michi only woke up after this new female superhero took care of the villain and many men with cameras taking pictures of her, shouting: “Here it is, here it is, here it is, here it is.”

“W-What?”, Michi asked confused.

“You REALLY need to be aware of your surroundings!”, chest her Ares.

The salmon-haired girl pulls him a bit, as they watch how this new superhero named Mt. Lady introduces herself and her ass-sets.

Michi nods in understanding.

No wonder the men and a few women were drolling.

Of course, it's all sexist, unfortunately, she was bi as fuck and can't resist pretty ladies either.

Mt. Lady takes the glory for the defeated villain and takes him away under the watchful eyes of the police and cheering crowds and camera crews. 

Ares and Michi even see Kamui Woods sulking on one of the rooftops.

But Michi found Mt. Lady more interesting.

She will definitely become popular, but...

“She’s nothing against Seraphina or Mirko,” stated Michi, crossing her arms.

“You and your angel hero and bunny hero.”, signs Ares. “This new one seems promising.”

“You only say that, because you stared at her ass, didn't you?”

The ribbon just coughs embarrassed.

Meanwhile, Izuku has unpacked one of his hero notebooks theorising in it and writing it down.

Most find this annoying, however, Michi finds it cute when he's like that and doesn't bother him. 

If he wants her opinion, he'll ask her.

“Hey, wait, you’re taking notes? You wanna be a hero?”, the bald man with the shurikens says to him. “That’s great! You can do it!”

“Yes! I’ll do my best!”, promises Izuku with a beaming smile.

For a moment the glass-wearing girl can't help but twist her mouth and look up at Ares.

Their eyes meet.

They don’t need words to communicate.

If there's anyone who was made to be a hero, it's Izuku, but unfortunately, there is a huge obstacle in his way.

The only thing Ares and Michi can do is to support him and protect him as best as they can.

They had decided this long ago.

***

After all the chaos with Mt. Lady and Co., they make it to Aldera Junior High just in time.

“When it's a Lunch Break, you come to my classroom and we'll eat there today,” reminds him Michi, as they finish putting on their indoor shoes. “And if Bakugo harasses you-“

“-I’m calling you and Ares for help, I know Michi-Kun,” he replies, almost ashamed.

She knows that he doesn't want her to fight his fights for him, yet sadly at the moment he isn't able to fight for himself and Bakugo with his quirk is dangerous and also stupid concerning Izuku.

The asshole should just try to hurt Izuku in front of Michi, she will slam him straight into the ground!

It wouldn’t be the first time!

Michi pats Izuku on the shoulder, which makes him blush. 

Since he is a head and a half shorter than her, he has to look up and she down so that they can look into each other's eyes.

“For me, you are already a hero, MY hero, don’t forget that. No matter what others say,” she reminds him.

The girl gives him her best smile.

It has the same effect as always.

Small tears run down his beautiful green eyes and he gives her a heart-warming smile.

Before he can say thank you, Michi can't help herself but cuddle him.

“M-Michi-K-Kun!”, he shouts in shock and she can feel him heating up.

“Izu-Chan, you are sooooo cute!”, Michi coos.

“M-Michi-K-Kun our c-c-classmates are s-s-staring at us!”

“Let them!”

“B-But…!”

“Shh! Let me cuddle you, you cutie pie!”

Izuku would probably have fainted here if the school bell hadn't saved him.

So Michi let him go and ruffled his curls.

“See you later Izu-Chan.”

“Don’t forget to breathe, boy!”, advises him Ares as Michi walks briskly towards her classroom while Izuku imitates a statue.

After three gruelling school hours, a nice Lunch Break with Izuku and a math test that the girl was sure she failed, the school day is over.

Michi set off to pick up Izuku from his classroom. 

When she was around, Bakugo wasn't so terrible to him because the blonde knew that she could finish him off.

Thanks to Ares and because she also does martial arts.

What Michi sees when she enters Izuku's classroom makes her blood pressure rise to 180.

The asshole, Baguko,  was holding her poor Izu-Chan by the shoulder and the smoke rising from the spot shows that he has activated his Quirk.

To put the blond assholes in his place, Michi doesn’t need Ares, however, he unfurls, ready for anything.

Bakugo almost doubles over in pain as Michi grabs his wrist and pulls him away from Izuku.

“Didn’t I tell you to leave Izuku alone, Bakugo?!”, Michi hisses at him.

“He is under our protection!”, adds the ribbon.

Like an annoying fly, Michi flinks the blond to his followers. 

The two cardboard figures look at the girl in fear as she stands protectively before Izuku, Ares's “arms” flap around like whip lashes, while Bakugo rubs his wrist.

“Massaro!”, he growls with his teeth clenched.

“H-Hey come on m-man l-let’s go. The foreigner and her ribbon are not someone you mess with, you know that,”, cardboard figure one whine, as cardboard figure two nods in agreement.

Michi wants to take a step towards the three, however Izuku grabs her by the sleeve of her school uniform.

“Michi-Kun, don’t,” he begs.

They know it's forbidden to use your Quirks and/or start fights and Michi has already done one of them, so she stands next to him and gives Bakugo a poisonous look.

“Tzz,” Bakugo clicks his tongue and stops rubbing his wrist. Next time she will break it! “Massaro won't always be there to save you, Deku. In this shitty school, she's probably the only one who's my equal and you're dragging her down because you need to be saved. If she was smart she would dump you.”

Michi could feel how Izuku behind her became unsure.

“And if you were smart, you would shut up and mind your own business,” Michi fired back.

Bakugo just shrugs his shoulders.

He and his entourage turn to leave, which visibly pleases the two cardboard figures. 

Scaredy-cats!

“I'm just telling him the truth Massaro. You’re not helping him if you support him in his impossible goals,”. he throws over his shoulders. “Without Quirk, Deku can never become a hero, let alone get into U.A."

“Just fuck off, stronzo!”

Finally, he and his lackeys do so.

Michi takes a deep breath, Ares shrinks back, as they turn to Izuku. 

They are the only ones left in the classroom.

The green-haired boy looks at the ground defeated.

“Izuku…your shoulder?”

Michi would rather tell him to not give a rat's ass what Bakugo says, however, she notices that he doesn't want to talk right now.

No, he takes a deep breath without looking up.

She almost thinks he won't say anything until he whimpers softly: “...hurts. Probably burned.”

“Okay,” Michi simply said and led him to the Nurse's Office.

The nice Nurse, Ai-San, knows them well and without questions cures Izuku’s wound.

After they thanked her and left, Izuku was ready to tell Michi what happened between him and his bully.

As it turns out, Bakugo has once again surpassed his level of being an asshole. 

They are forced to fish out one of Izuku's notebooks, now half burned, from the tank where their school keeps fish.

The blonde just threw it out the window!

Fucking asshole!

Sidenote, Michi has the theory that the principal and teachers keep these fishes here to later make sushi, even if Izuku says that can't be true.

Irritatingly, Izuku is more upset about his burned and wet notebook than about the physical wounds from Bakugo.

Sometimes Michi wonders about his priorities, and then she remembers that Izuku practically lives from his superhero worshipping/studying and she understands it.

The salmon-haired girl understands it, but she can't really approve of it. 

Like this masochist clinging to Bakugo or as he calls him Kacchan.

The blonde has gone from a childhood friend to a first-class bully!

Why can't Izuku let him go?

...Should Michi take him to a therapist? 

This seems too high even for her as his best and only friend. Ares is not counted.

“That’s not fish food, stupid.”, Izuku grumbles to the koi fish and tries to shoo them away from the notebook. “That’s my notebook…”

“They don’t care,” Michi points out dryly.

An idea comes to her and she digs out some leftover salami bread from her satchel. Her mom finally found a shop here that sells Italian food.

Michi knows there are bento boxes in Japan, but sometimes you just need some home here.

She removes the salami and throws bread crumbs to the fish.

“Eat this, my fishy friends.”

It works as planned.

The fish leaves the notebook alone and accepts her gift.

...But they won't become piranhas now because there was definitely salami flavour on the bread, right?

Right?!

Izuku lets out an exasperated sigh and tries to shake the water away from the saved notebook.

“Thank you, Michi-Kun…”

“Sure, Izu-Chan, no problem.” 

Izuku isn’t even looking her in the eyes.

Okay, she doesn’t like that.

Time to say something.

“Bakugo has no idea, especially not about our friendship. You are so important to me Izuku, don't listen to the rubbish he says. We decided to become heroes together, which is why we applied together for the U.A. You will be a great hero even without Quirk, we just have to find the right way!”

Carefully Michi takes one of his hands and strokes the back of it with his thumb.

At least he lowers the notebook and blinks away his tears.

“…You’re important to me too, Michi,” he then says.

She hugs him carefully and he buries his head in the hollow of her shoulder. 

Michi leans her head against his and rocks them both back and forth.

“I love you Izuku, don’t forget that.”

And one day, I will tell you how I want to be forever on your side.

She can literally feel that his face is burning like fire and how he is clinging to her tighter, but somehow... there is something sad in the air...

Ares signs and wraps his “arms” around the kids.

“You kids will send me to an early grave.”, he mumbles.

***

Today Michi hates it like the plague that she has to go to her martial arts course. 

She just knows that Izuku needs her, but Michi didn’t go last week and her sensei doesn't like when you miss hours. 

If you miss a certain amount of hours, you are out of the course.

And ashe can’t risk this.

The salmon-haired girl needs it to be prepared her heroic career.

For Izuku and her.

Ares can only make Michi strong, he doesn’t give her the knowledge of how to fight.

Izuku also almost forced Michi to go to her course and promised that they would talk on the phone this evening.

He was already feeling better. She didn't have to worry.

Sure and she was All Might.

...Nah, better not. She doesn't want to imagine what kind of over-the-top reaction Izuku would have if he ever met his idol.

She couldn’t promise, she wouldn’t laugh.

Yes, hypocrite with Seraphina and Mirko you would go crazy too.

Anyway, after their hug and a few goodbyes, Izuku heads home and she heads to her course.

As soon as Sensei lets them go home, Michi decides to visit Izuku.

She texted him and Inko, his mom, and wrote to her parents that she wanted to spend a little more time with her best friend.

Michi gets approval from her parents and Inko, however, Izuku doesn't answer her. 

Mmm, he's probably trying to save the notes in his burnt notebook.

...Should she call Stefano later, maybe he or one of her other cousins has a good idea for a prank on the blonde asshole Bakugo?

So she thinks nothing of it as she makes her way to Izuku's apartment.

Not even when she sees him talking to a blonde man who looks like he's suffering from anorexia.

Surely Izuku, the good soul, helped the poor sick man with something.

Michi only starts to notice something is going on that she doesn’t know about when she sees Izuku throw himself on the ground when the blonde man tells him that he can be a hero.

Normally she would immediately run to Izuku...yet something inside her tells her that she needs to hear what's going on.

Also, Ares formally whisper-shouts to stay put because he wants to know what’s going on.

Michi can shorten the following conversation into three words:

What.

The.

Fuck?!

The anorexia guy is All Might?! 

Izuku has put himself in danger and shown his courage and will receive his Quirk from All Might?!

Yes received!

All Might was also quirkless and got his Quirk One for All, which is its name, from another person.

And, and the Quirk gets stronger with each person receiving it!

WHAT?!

They were separated for mostly two and a half hours and Izuku not only met All Might, why does he seem so sick anyway, but All Might chose him to be the next bearer of One for All?!

This is really….wow!

Speechless, Michi was just speechless!

Even Ares was in shock.

He was becoming all stiff.

Michi only finds the words again when she hears Izuku, of course, what else, accept to become the next wielder of the Quirk.

Maybe Michi should tell these two geniuses that it wasn’t smart to have a secret conversation in the MIDDLE OF THE STREET!

“That’s all well and good and I’m happy for Izuku, really,” she calls out.

This causes All Might to freeze on the spot with wide eyes and Izuku spins towards her, still sitting on the ground.

“M-Michi-Kun?!”

“Young Midoriya?”

She ignores them both and puts her hands on her hips.

“You really shouldn’t have such a conversation about such a huge secret in the open air, be glad it’s only me and Ares here. So now it seems like we all are now on the same team. How can we help Izuku?”

[mysterymissteary]

Snapshots of Twin Stars AU | BKDK | married!bkdk | domestic fluff

Chapter Three: Lazy Day

Married couple Izuku and Katsuki spend a day at home on their day off.

For the first time in what seems like forever, the Wonder Duo have a day off together. And Izuku for one, plans to not do anything.

Usually Kacchan would be up by 5, get a morning jog in, make breakfast and bentos for both of them, wake Izuku up, usually gently but if Izuku doesn't wake up after a few tries, a kick in the ass works, listen to Izuku's sleepy mumbles about whatever dream he has, shower together, then head to work.

Sometimes Kacchan or Izuku would have a team up with some other hero, usually one of their friends, but usually they'd work together. They are the Wonder Duo. They're always a matching pair.

But today, they have off. And today, Izuku is not letting Kacchan get out of bed until at least noon. He's wrapped his powerful legs around Kacchan like a clingy octopus, holding onto him as much as his much smaller body allows. Kacchan isn't moving today.

Kacchan's beautiful face scrunches up as he starts to wake.

Katsuki goes to stretch his arms and he finds that something is restraining him. He opens his eyes to see Izuku, wrapped around him, looking at him with a sleepy smile. He should have known.

"Hi, Kacchan." How is the nerd so chipper?

"Hi." Katsuki's voice is deep and scratchy. He watches Izuku's cheeks turn red. Oh he likes that huh? "Let go'a me, 'Zu."

"Till death, Kacchan." The nerd wraps tighter around him, and he swears he sees Black Whip in the corner of his eye sneaking around his legs.

"That doesn't apply to wakin' up, dip shit. You want food or not?"

The nerd is quiet, as if he's thinking. Food would be nice. But... they hardly have time for cuddles lately. Katsuki knows damn well that's what he's thinking.

"Do you think I can use Black Whip to cook from here?"

"Deku get your freckled ass outta bed!" Katsuki pushes Izuku's face away from his. Izuku laughs and releases his beloved Kacchan. Reluctantly.

"Rude, my love. Very rude." Katsuki shakes his head in disbelief. He sits up and rubs his hand through his wild, pale hair.

"You knew that when you accepted my name."

Izuku sighs dreamily. He flops over on his back, spreading his arms out with a dopey smile. "Izuku Bakugou. I feel so blessed to have Kacchan's name."

The golden morning sun is gleaming off of his beautiful tan skin, accentuating every little star on his cheeks and shoulders. His smile.... Katsuki would kill a man without a second thought to protect that damn smile. Katsuki can't help the small sleepy smirk that comes to his face.

"Whatever, dweeb. We'll warm up some rice and miso. Get back over here."

Izuku might as well have super speed with how he launches himself at his much larger husband. Immediately Izuku's nuzzling into Katsuki's neck, pressing sweet little kisses there.

Katsuki's arms envelop him and bring him close, inhaling the scent of the shampoo he used the night before. Something strawberry.

Izuku lets out a soft hum, resting his head on Katsuki's chest. He places a kiss to the scar there. Katsuki knows Izuku will never stop praising his scars. Especially those from the war.

Something he and the nerd has in common. They both have scars from protecting each other. Scars neither regret. But they hold bittersweet feelings. Feelings of "I can't lose you" and "thank you for loving me" all at once.

A while back, Katsuki watched Izuku's face fall and guilt fill his emerald eyes every time he looked at Katsuki shirtless. Large starbursts dotted across his chest and ribs. And the angry pink explosion in the center of his chest. But even with that sad look on his face, the nerd always went out of his way to call Katsuki handsome. Katsuki hated that look.

Somewhere in their second year, Katsuki stares to realize that a lot of Izuku's scars were because of him. Crooked fingers from fighting him without giving up, thick lines on his palms from trying to rescue him way back then, and the one that fucking gutted Katsuki when he realized what it was. A smaller burn scar on his shoulder. Just big enough to fit teenage fingers. And Katsuki starts to understand the look in the nerds eyes.

Over the years, Izuku's eyes showed less and less guilt and sadness. He looks at Katsuki's scars with love and gratitude. Because they're proof that Katsuki loves him. And Katsuki kisses each one of Izuku's scars every time he gets the chance.

Katsuki's hands rub up and down his husband's bare back, holding him like someone might take him away. He's thinking of staying like this all day. Fuck breakfast.

"I love you, Kacchan. Endlessly." The nerds voice is so soft and so full of admiration.

Katsuki answers with a deep "Mhn." And Izuku knows what he means. He loves this reckless little dweeb so fucking much. He doesn't need to say it.

Izuku giggles. "Such a way with words, Kacchan." He teases. "But you don't have to say it. I know."

"You don't gotta sound so smug about it, ya little shit." Katsuki chuckles, squeezing Izuku's sides, making Izuku gasp and try to escape his hands by wiggling away.

"Kacchan! No tickles this early."

"It's ten."

"Early for normal people. Maybe not cranky old men." Oh the nerd is in for it. Katsuki goes in for the attack, assaulting Izuku's exposed ribs. Izuku squeals and desperately tries to push Katsuki's hands away.

"K-kacchan! D-dont! Stop it!" He laughs. That beautiful bell like laughter Katsuki loves for. So Katsuki doesn't stop. He continues as Izuku tries to squirm and roll out of his grasp. But no one can ever escape the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight's ruthless grasp. Not even his adorable husband.

"Who's the cranky old man, hah?!"

"I-Im sorry I'm sorry! K-kacchan please!"

Finally, Katsuki decides the nerd has been punished enough. He lets Izuku catch his breath as his giggles die down.

"Kacchan's so mean." He turns his body to face Katsuki. But his smile doesn't match his words.

"Yeah? Mean must be your type then." He smirks, leaning his head on his propped up arm.

"I think my type is just Kacchan." Izuku leans his head up to give Katsuki a kiss. Soft and sweet. "It's only ever been Kacchan." A hand reaches up to rest on Katsuki's cheek. And Katsuki's shrived up, cold ass heart fills with love. His smirk softens.

"You're such a loser." He says fondly, taking a moment to admire how gorgeous Izuku looks when he's content like this. He can't fucking believe that he gets to wake up to this every day. Kiss this man when he comes home from a bad day. Comfort this man when he has a bad day of his own. He doesn't deserve this kind, amazing man.

But he'd also rather die than see Izuku with anyone else. Fuck that.

When he's done admiring his personal little treasure, Katsuki turns his head to kiss the nerds palm resting on his cheek. He yanks the blankets off of himself and pushes his body to sit up. He hears Izuku whine.

"Shut it, dweeb. We can't lay in bed and make out all day."

"Yes we can. We totally can. You're just depriving me of affection. Meanie."

Katsuki rolls his eyes, standing and stretching. He doesn't have to look at Izuku to know he's staring at Katsuki's broad, muscular back.

'Keep your eyes on me, nerd. Never take your eyes off me.' Katsuki smirks to himself. He relishes in Izuku's obsession with his body and his quirk. He's loves it. And he's equally as obsessed with the nerd. He won't deny that.

But he's starting to get hungry. And he knows if he doesn't feed the nerd now, Izuku will forget to eat. Katsuki finds a pair of pants and heads out of the bedroom.

He takes a plastic leftovers container of miso from last night's dinner from the fridge. He also takes out some leftover rice and a carton of eggs. He'll warm up the leftovers and make some tamagoyaki. That should tide them over.

He'll make a bigger lunch for them. Maybe order something nice for dinner. Or maybe go eat out. But that would run the risk of being recognized as the top two heroes.

As he's cracking eggs into a long rectangular pan for the tamagoyaki, he feels a pair of warm, muscular arms hug his torso, his husband's cheek resting on his shoulder blades.

So the nerd has finally gotten out of bed. Katsuki probably would have served him his breakfast in bed if he didn't. Saves him the trouble. "Really couldn't be away from me for 10 minutes?"

Izuku hums. "You know I can't, Kacchan."

"Loser." Katsuki laughs. His golden wedding band clinks against the ceramic bowl he uses to warm up the rice. "What do you want in your rice, baby?"

"Furikake."

"Obviously. What kind?" Katsuki's gonna put a fuck load of chili oil and garlic in his.

"Salmon and nori, please." Katsuki opens their seasoning cabinet, one of Katsuki's most prized collections, and reaches for their many furikake flavors. Then he spots something is off. He grabs the offending object. It's a small bottle of seasoning with a blue cartoon character on it. Katsuki definitely didn't buy this. "Izuku, why the fuck do we have Doraemon furikake?"

He can feel the nerd tense up and curl a bit into Katsuki's back. "Because it's cute, Kacchan." He pouts.

"When did you even get this, you little shit?" He doesn't remember a time when Izuku went to the store by himself. They usually go together or have groceries delivered.

Which means Izuku must have picked it up on his way home one day. He feels soft lips kiss his back.

"Are you mad at me, Kacchan?"

Katsuki sighs, sprinkling the seasoning on Izuku's rice.

"No, baby. Not mad at all. You want things, buy things. But you don't gotta hide them." He uses a pair of chopsticks to roll the egg into tamagoyaki, pouring more egg to make the roll larger and lets it cook. "Never hide from me."

"I'll tell you next time, Kacchan. Promise."

"Good. Now go wash your hands, nerd. Breakfast is almost done."

"Okay, my love." As Izuku passes him to head to the sink, Katsuki makes sure to give him a smack right on that round ass. How could he not? It's right there in his face.

Izuku scrunches his nose at him, but continues what he's doing. That's when Katsuki notices that Izuku had put on one of his shirts. It's far too big for him and falls off one of his shoulders. It's a black t-shirt with the words "Fuck around and find out" and a skeleton hand holding up a middle finger. One of his favorites. That little shit. He looks damn fine in it though.

The nerd seems to catch a whiff of the food. "Kacchan, you're making tamagoyaki? Smells so good!" He dries his hands and goes to the cabinets to get their dishes. As he reaches up, Katsuki has the pleasure of seeing just a peak of Izuku's All Might briefs. And his gods given thighs that can crush a man. Katsuki has to focus in order to not burn the eggs.

Smaller dishes for the sides and their rice bowls. Chopsticks of course. And shiruwan, or soup bowls for the miso. Izuku dutifully and lovingly helps him plate the meal, humming as he does so.

Katsuki snorts. He wonders if Izuku must have been a wife in his past life. He better damn well as been his husband though.

He can imagine himself as a shogun. The best of course. A strong military leader with a powerful army. And Izuku as his equally as powerful wife. He probably was offered tons of concubines, but he wouldn't give half of a shit about them. Only Izuku.

Any universe, any era, only Izuku.

The last of the food is prepared, and Katsuki cuts the tamagoyaki into equal size rectangles and sets them on a tray. Izuku helps him set the table with the food and they sit to eat.

Izuku folds his hands in a prayer. "Thank you for the food." He smiles brightly. Katsuki rolls his eyes and picks up his chopsticks.

"Just eat, dork."

The meal is pretty good by Katsuki's standards. Mixing the rice with seasoning and nori really made it come together. After breakfast, they gather the plates to clean.

"I'll do the dishes, Kacchan. Since you cooked. You should shower first so it's nice and hot."

"Hah?! You're saying I stink?"

"No, Kacchan. But considering what we spent a lot of last night doing, we should both shower." He can see Izuku's cheeks turn pink from where he is. Even the back of his neck.

"Why shower now, if we're just gonna do it again?"

"Kacchan!" Izuku turns to face him, puffing his cheeks in embarrassment.

"Just thinking ahead." Katsuki snorts. "I'll shower. But I'll wait for you to get done." Izuku's face softens.

"Okay, Kacchan." The nerd turns toward the sink again to finish the dishes. Katsuki better get the towels in the warmer.

While the nerd does his thing, Katsuki heads to the bathroom. He lights some scented candles. Just because. Not at all because he wants to smooze his husband. It's not like he needs to. The nerd has a hard time keeping his hands off him.

Katsuki gets their shower ready, starting the water so it can get warm.

"Love? Oh! The candles are such a nice touch, Kacchan." Izuku looks around with a soft smile. "Are you trying to seduce me, Kacchan?"

Katsuki puts their matching monogrammed fluffy robes on the hooks so he can embrace his husband. "I can't just do somethin' nice for my nerd?"

"You do lots of nice things for me, Kacchan. That's not what I meant." Izuku lifts himself to his tiptoes to kiss Katsuki's cheek. "The candles are lovely, sweetheart. Thank you."

"Waters ready."

"You spoil me, Kacchan. You really do." Izuku gives him a real kiss this time before starting to undress. Katsuki leans on the wall as he watches Izuku lift Katsuki's favorite shirt off of his battle hardened body. His scars a vibrant pale against his tanned, freckled skin.

His hips and stomach hold a bit of softness, but his thighs were carved by the ancient Greeks. His arms not quite as muscular, since most of his fighting is done with his legs. But all of him is gorgeous.

Izuku had always been pretty. Katsuki was a fool and a bastard for not seeing it sooner.

Izuku gives him a look over his shoulder as he stands nude before Katsuki. "Are you going to stare all day, Kacchan?" His tone is light and teasing.

Katsuki pushes himself off of the wall. "What? I can't look at my own husband?" Izuku approaches him, placing his scarred hands on the waistband of Katsuki's sweatpants. His thumbs hook under the elastic and start to pull downward slowly.

"It wouldn't be fair if you were the only one that gets to look, my dear Kacchan." The nerds eyes peer seductively up at him through thick, dark lashes. Katsuki feels his husband's warm hands on his hips, then the loss of his pants as they fall to the floor. He feels hands squeeze his ass.

"You little fucker." Katsuki smirks, swiping the nerds hands away to hold them captive above Izuku's head. "Am I just a piece of meat to you, hah?!"

Izuku giggles. They've played this game before. "No, Kacchan. Promise."

"Think you can do whatever you want, huh?" Katsuki moves him backward inch by inch, into the shower. Izuku squeaks as water starts to hit his shoulders and hair.

"Kacchan's body is just so perfect! Can't help but touch!" He laughs still as Katsuki grins.

"Then I get to do whatever I want too, huh.. I-zu-ku?" He accentuates each syllable slowly. He knows exactly what it does to the nerd.

Izuku's eyes widen, then he bites his lip as he flushes. "Kacchan..."

"Ya know what I wanna do, Izuku?"

"What, my love?" Izuku's voice was soft and heavy at the same time. Heavy with want. But soft with love and trust.

"I want you to bathe, stinky." Katsuki holds Izuku under the stream of water. Izuku yells, then laughs.

"So mean, Kacchan!" Katsuki works on wetting Izuku's thick, green curls, massaging his fingers through them.

"Stay still, dweeb." Izuku obeys, looking up at Katsuki with big, loving eyes. His arms hug Katsuki's waist as he allows his husband to clean him.

"I'm so blessed."

"You say that 50 times a day, nerd."

"I mean it every time." Katsuki lathers Izuku's hair with curl balanced hydrating shampoo. Izuku needed to use a specific kind of shampoo or his hair would be dry and unmanageable.

Lucky for the nerd, he has a damn good husband willing to do the dirty work in order to keep his ass in gear.

"Yeah? You really feel blessed?"

"Of course. I'm married to Kacchan. Who takes such good care of me." Katsuki's hands pause.

It wasn't always like that. And the guilt still creeps up on him some times. He owes it to Izuku to care for him like this. To pamper him.

"You take care of me too, nerd. More than I deserve."

Izuku's eyes flash with defiance, his brow furrowing. "Kacchan, dont. I know what you're thinking. I know you too well. We both deserve to be loved. You taught me that."

Katsuki snorts. He rinses the shampoo out of Izuku's hair, pushing his hair back as he does. "How did an asshole like me teach you something like that?"

Izuku squeezes his eyes shut, trying not to get soap in his face. "By-" Katsuki covers his mouth before he can finish.

"Unless you wanna eat shampoo, shut your mouth for a second, dork." He guides the water away from Izuku's face with his hands. He can see every freckle, every laugh line. Izuku is so beautiful.

"There. Now talk." Izuku's big, green, doe eyes open and he smiles at Katsuki like he's worth the entire world.

"Thank you, Kacchan~ Let me get you now." Katsuki was far too tall for Izuku to reach his hair. But Izuku has Float to help him.

Which brings something to mind. "If your little ass can fly, why do you make me reach the top shelf?! Hah?!" He grabs ahold of Izuku's cheek and pulls on it.

"Ouch! It's cuz I like when you lean over me! Leggo, Kacchan!" Izuku rubs his cheek when Katsuki releases him. He glares up at Katsuki but there's no real heat behind it.

"You're a little shit, you know that?" Katsuki can't say he blames him though. Katsuki himself likes when he can get things for Izuku. Help him in some way. Even small things like making his bentos or reaching things for him.

"You like a challenge, Kacchan." Izuku giggles. His feet lift off the shower floor as he begins to wet Katsuki's hair. Not like Katsuki has much. After they graduated, he started cutting his hair shorter on the sides. Easier to manage and less risk of it getting in his face in battle.

But just enough on top for the nerd to run his hands through.

Katsuki's hands hold onto Izuku's waist as he looks up at his floating husband. Lazy smile on his lips. Izuku hums what sounds suspiciously like the All Might theme song as he soaps up and washes Katsuki's hair. Katsuki's eyes never once leave Izuku's face.

He has words to say. But he's never been good at words. So he just grunts softly. Izuku will understand. He always does.

He watches Izuku's smile grow. "I love you too, Kacchan. Lean your head back so I can rinse it out." Katsuki does, closing his eyes finally.

He feels the water run down his back. And feels Izuku's practiced hands brushing his hair back. Izuku is extra careful to not get soap in Katsuki's eyes. Not like Katsuki gives a shit if it does get in his eyes.

But the fact that Izuku loves him that much, it's something Katsuki holds onto. Back in high school, he would have snapped at Izuku, thinking that the nerd thought that he was weak and helpless.

But now... Now he knows that Izuku does these things not because he thinks Katsuki can't do it for himself, but because he loves him. Sometimes it's still hard for Katsuki to accept kindness. But he's working on it.

"All done, Kacchan!" Izuku starts to lower himself back onto the floor, with Katsuki's help.

"You did good, nerd." Katsuki lifts Izuku's chin with his finger. The nerds eyes widened and sparkled, filling with love. Katsuki decides to reward him with a soft kiss.

He can feel his husband melt, returning the kiss without hesitation. When Katsuki breaks the kiss, Izuku is a mushy lovestruck mess. And Katsuki enjoys the effect he has from just a little kiss.

"Lets wash up, nerd. So we can watch somethin'."

"Okay, Kacchan. Cuddles too, right?"

"Maybe." He already knows he'll end up giving Izuku exactly what he wants. Holding his husband while watching some dorky hero documentary doesn't sound like a bad way to spend a day off.

[firesmokeandashes]

Sigh

I have been summoned

So here are some quick, and not so quick-read fic recs.

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6. (And finally, [shameful] self-promotion TwT)

bakudeku fanfic recommendations or bnha recs in general please!!

[burnedbyshoto]

sleeping beauty

— You struggle to find a time to have sex with your beloved Aizawa. Unfortunately or fortunately, the only time you can fuck him is when he’s deep asleep.

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pairing: aizawa shouta x yandere fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, pwp, yandere!reader, non-con somnophilia, hairy aizawa rights, recording

word count: 4,201

a/n: mark ur calendar, im getting my nipples pierced nov 8. you bet ur ass imma write a bunch of nipple pierced readers from there on out. pray that my family never finds out about my nipples tho LMAO if they do,,, it;ll be ripped out of my boobies without a seconds hesitation

kinktober day 19 main kink: somnophilia | kinktober masterlist

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Aizawa was always busy.

Over the past ten years of knowing him, the two of you had been close. You were a good friend to him, someone he wouldn’t absolutely avoid at all costs when you walked through the hallways of UA, someone he wouldn’t mind rambling to him about their long day. Of course, you knew that you weren’t his closest friend, and to a certain degree, that upset you.

You had met Aizawa when you had first been a high school student; at the time, you were merely fifteen years old. He was twenty, only five years older than you, but he took your breath away from the first team-up. He had been tall, dark, and brooding, and your little coming out of an emo phase heart stood no chance. But, due to the age discrepancy, he was never anything more than a team member. Still, you held on.

You graduated from high school, made your impact as a sidekick, graduated to a Pro Hero, and offered a job at UA by the time you were twenty! So, for the past five years, you and Aizawa had been actual co-workers, and better yet, friends.

Aizawa indeed was one of a kind.

He still held the key to your emo school girl fantasy daydream, but you also discovered new sides and angles of him. You learned he was incredibly kind, thoughtful, and looked out for everyone, even if his gruff and sometimes rude mannerisms spoke otherwise. Although he tried to avoid any type of nonsensical drama like the plague, he was always caught up in it, which often amused you.

There was so much about Aizawa that you loved, so much that you adored and looked up to that it was no surprise that you figured your feelings of respect and admiration became love. 

True, deep love.

As a third-year teacher at UA, you found that your interactions with Aizawa were quite limited. Not only because he was always being placed with a first-year class and said class moving on without him — something that only happened because he kept expelling the damn students — but because he was incredibly close with the first-year teachers.

You loved Present Mic and Midnight and All Might, don’t get it wrong! Your admiration, love, and respect for them were unprecedented, but you hated how much of Aizawa’s time they took.

“Sorry, Mic needs help with lesson plans for my class,” Aizawa apologized for postponing your lunch date, not a date.

“Sorry, Midnight needs help separating the problem children. Apparently, they’re growing an immunity to her quirk,” Aizawa grumbled, shoving his phone into his pocket before leaving your office where you both had been talking and drinking tea.

“Sorry, All Might—”

“It the class, your problem children, I get it,” you force a smile onto your face, trying not to show just how irritated and disappointed you were on how these days were going. Aizawa pauses for a second, his tired, dried out eyes trying to read and uncover the depths of emotions swimming in your eyes before he sighs and runs off. 

But it went without saying that the people you hated most were Class 1-A.

The damn stupid, fucking, ungrateful class had already caused your beloved Aizawa to be hospitalized. The scar under his eye, a numbing reminder that you had nearly lost him, almost had to cry at his coffin with your feelings never once being uttered. They, without a doubt, took up his time the most.

He saw potential in all of them, none of them being failed or expelled by him thus far.

He spent countless hours up in the dead of night tracking each and every one of his student’s potential. Slaving away at his tablets to make sure that they all were feeling safe, heroic, and above all, they were headed to their individual greatness. So, although it would be two more years before you would have the opportunity to teach this class, you already had a vendetta against Midoriya Izuku and Bakugou Katsuki. Those little shits always taking up your precious Aizawa’s time! He had never been this tired prior to them showing up!

But you never tried to think about it when you were with him.

You tried to openly accept your Aizawa’s new, incredibly busy schedule, and the moment the dorms appeared within UA, you found yourself more at ease.

To be frank, since you acknowledged your love for Aizawa at the mere age of twenty, and now at twenty-five, you had never taken on a lover or a one night stand. For years you had not allowed a person to grace you in bed or in their arms. It felt like you were betraying your love, and you would rather die than let that happen. 

But the thing is, you are human, entirely susceptible to waves of uncontrolled horniness and lust.

In the beginning, sex toys worked.

You would press a vibrator to your clit, your toes digging into the mattress as your other hand shoved a silicone dildo into your aching, needy cunt. At first, it worked! You would cum with the thoughts of Aizawa being the dildo buried deep within you. 

But eventually, you would find yourself at the peak of that orgasm, you knew the orgasm was right beyond the bend, just a step more, but you couldn’t get there. For weeks you realized that the vibrator, the dildo, and your fantasy thoughts weren’t enough. So, in your frustration, you began to search up audio plays of his narration at UA Sports Festival. Listening to his voice, ignoring Mics’ voice, to help coax you over that bend.

For a while, you were back to normal. Your highs and juices splattering all over your bed, a symbol of your lust and love for Aizawa as you gasped his name, wishing that the audio was real. But eventually, even the audios weren’t enough.

You craved Aizawa’s warmth, the feeling of his rough stubble against your sensitive skin, the throbbing of his cock buried deep within your womb, undoubtedly kissing your cervix. You wanted him; you needed your beloved.

As if by the grace of God, the moment you could no longer bring yourself to cum through that alone, the dorm system was put into place. And you, a teacher, were required to live on campus too. You tried not to think of Aizawa being a dorm away, tried not to feel the warmth fluttering under your skin when the two of you bid goodnight for the day.

You definitely tried to stay out of his room in the middle of the night.

God, you wish you could say that you stayed out of his room, but that would be a lie.

A big fat fucking lie.

It had started out innocently enough, you will claim.

You would see the exhausted man wave goodnight, grumbling that he needed to sleep now or else he would not wake up on time for homeroom tomorrow morning. You waved goodnight to him, trying to stay engrossed in a conversation you were having with Hound Dog. But an hour after Aizawa had gone to bed, you found yourself rushing away from the common room, explaining you had something to grade as you bid everyone goodnight.

Without a doubt, you ended up in Aizawa’s room that night.

In the darkness of the night, you watched the moonlight barely breach the thickness of his curtains to fall onto his face. You felt so warm as you stared at his slumbered face, your cheeks flushed as you watched his parted, chapped lips. You felt so light watching his chest rise and fall in a hypnotizing rhythm, reminding you that he is real, so very, very real. A part of you aching, knowing that he was entirely real and yet not yours. But still, you admired the way he looked so young, so intense, so ethereal as he dreamed.

You loved him.

Eventually, when you decided to leave, you pressed a kiss to his lips, smiling at the way his lips were exactly as you had imagined:

Supple, warm, and tasting of his mint toothpaste.

But the nightly visits didn’t stop there.

Most nights, you found yourself in his room, laying by his side, merely watching as he slept. No orgasm in the world felt quite as fulfilling as the quiet that came with just watching the over-exhausted Aizawa sleep. 

But this is not a story of simple love, no, not at all.

Eventually, you began to grow bold. Your fingers sinking into your wet cunt, playing with your sensitive clit as you watched him sleep. You bit your lip to keep yourself from moaning as a rasped breath expelled from his mouth. You nuzzled into the warmth of his body heat through at you and only prayed he would one day acknowledge and return your affections.

To be quite honest, you’re not sure when you began to suck him off too.

Maybe it was the first time his cock grew long and hard in the middle of the night, his mind undoubtedly having a wet dream. So, as his beloved, you only thought it was appropriate to give his body what he wanted. With the skills and intentions that could only arise from being a gifted Pro Hero, you pulled the blankets from his body and pushed his cock through the slit in his boxers, and took him all in your mouth.

His cock was absolutely mouthwatering too.

So big, so thick, so incredibly veiny that you nearly lost all control the first time you saw it in all its glory. He was better than any dildo you owned, his scent alone driving you crazy. And so, as you should, you began to fuck him, completely addicted to his aroma, taste, and touch.

After the first night, you continued to blow him. Continued to suck him off as Aizawa let out sleepy moans, grunts that were strained, his body shifting unknowingly as you continued to go up and down his length, continuing to relieve him of his stress. 

But you were human.

A human with needs and desires, and eventually, his cum coating your throat and filling your stomach wasn’t enough anymore. Which is where we find ourselves now, unashamedly fucking Aizawa each and every night, your cunt swallowing him whole, without a single shred of doubt of what was wrong with this.

There wasn’t anything wrong with this, and you knew that even if he was asleep the entire time you fucked him, it was for the better.

“Wow, Eraser!” Mic yelled from your side as you sat on the couch next to your beloved best friend. “You look like you’re glowing!”

Looking up from your phone, attempting to portray yourself as curious and unknowing, you found your gaze falling onto Aizawa, who had returned from an early evening training session with his class. As a matter of fact, Aizawa’s face was glowing; he looked incredibly much more relaxed, much more than he has been since the beginning of this semester.

“What do you mean?” Aizawa asked, evidently unimpressed as a lone eyebrow raised.

You watched on quietly, lips pressing to your cup as you took a drink of your tea as he sank onto a seat in front of you. 

“Wait, don’t tell me, listeners!” Mic gasped dramatically, his hands pressing to his cheeks as he stood up. His expression of shock and disbelief curling and becoming one of knowing and understanding. “Does our grouchy, one and only, Aizawa Shouta, a.k.a. Eraserhead, have a special someone?!”

“Mic—” Aizawa snapped, his eyebrows furrowing.

“There definitely has been an after-sex glow that Eraser has had for the past few weeks. He did say that he’s been feeling more… ahem, relaxed,” Midnight gasped, seemingly appearing from nowhere, incredibly interested in the rumor of Aizawa having sex. 

“Just because I’ve been feeling less tense doesn’t mean that I’m having sex.”

You giggled into your cup as the three of them began arguing, Mic and Midnights naturally loud noise quickly drowning out Aizawa’s fruitless attempts to shut down any sexscapades they were coming up with. 

“Y/h/n, what do you think?!” Mic yelled, his hand pointed at you as if holding a microphone as Aizawa had him pressed and tangled within his capturing weapon. “Is Shouta-chan having sex?!”

Yes, your mind begs to say, but your mouth curls into a teasing smile, eyes locking onto Aizawa’s annoyed golden ones. 

“I don’t think there’s anyone on this earth that Aizawa currently wants to fuck six feet into the mattress when he’s so busy,” you chide, your smile never entirely disappearing. At the same time, you take a long slow drink from your cup while everyone else (Mic only, really) continued to scream.

But you stayed there for the rest of the evening, working in silence with the rest of the group as next week’s lessons were laid out. Through a persistent, entirely stubborn will, Mic managed to get Aizawa to admit that he hasn’t had sex since the time he lost his virginity, to which Mic admitted to having had sex via orgies only. Midnight proudly announcing that she had a side piece at her disposal. 

So as you checked through your lesson plans for the ethics book your students would be reading next week, you shouldn’t have been surprised to see their expectant gazes on you.

“I had sex last night,” you admit, unable to lie under their amused gazes.

“WITH WHO?! ARE YOU SNEAKING SOMEONE ON CAMPUS?!”

For the rest of the night, you smiled brightly, laughing with the rest of them all as talks and stories revolving around sex filled the air. It lasted until past midnight, and with a heavy sigh, Aizawa excused himself first. You waved goodnight, and soon Midnight left, followed by Mic.

You stayed on the couch, your own attention focused heavily on the time and not what you were supposed to be doing. It didn’t take much before the time faded from 00:00 to 01:45, and with a brush of your skirt, you headed precisely where you wanted and needed to be.

The walk to his second-floor room filled you with lust. Your body, like some Pavlovian dog, trained and knowing that you were about to fuck the love of your life while he slept. He was so beautiful while he slept, a true sleeping beauty. You especially thought he was stunning when he bit his lower lip, stifling a moan despite his heavy slumber.

Without so much as a second thought, you apparated into his room, your feet cushioned by the soft carpet of his room. And with a smile that was dripping with your love, you stared at Aizawa’s sleeping form. He was already deep in sleep, his body positioned on his back as if he knew what you were doing, accepting the inevitable actions you would take tonight as you did every night. He just looked so calm, so beautiful, so youthful when asleep. The scar under his eye almost invisible 

But unlike most nights where he slept in a soft cotton long-sleeved shirt and sweats, you froze at the sight of the tight black t-shirt on his sleeping form, the shorts that were riding just the slightest bit too low on his sturdy, muscled hips. Your bit your fist, a bubbling heat of lust, and a whine tickling the back of your throat as you take in his sleeping form.

He was doing this on purpose.

Teasing you with this outfit on his sleeping body.

You huffed, inexplicably turned on as the small puffs of air past his lips seemed to thunder around the room.

You were wet already, so very wet.

“You’re so mean, Shouta-kun,” you whimper softly, your voice silent and unheard by his sleeping form. You walk closer to the bed, lips pulled into a pout as you sit on the soft mattress.  “Dressing up like that, I know you did that to tease me!”

Aizawa doesn’t respond because, of course, he’s asleep. But you smile regardless, imagining a million and three things he would say in response, each leading to what you wanted to do so desperately.

“I hope you know you were lying when you said you haven’t had sex since you were twenty,” you sigh, your fingers expertly removing his shorts and boxers from around his waist, using your quirk to make them reappear to the side of him. “We have sex practically every night; you’re so horny, my angel.”

You watch with a curling smile as his cock immediately begins to stiffen against your warm breaths, his face scrunching in his slight discomfort as his cock grows and grows. His cock is undeniably one of your favorite parts of his body. It’s pale in color, paler than the rest of his body, but as it extended to the swollen thickness of his head, it grew darker, the flushed brown pinkness of his head making you salivate at the memory of the first time you ever saw it. His cock, unlike the rest of his scarred body, was unharmed, unmarred by the horrors of the job the two of you held. The thick, beautiful smoothness of his skin, making your eyes flutter in unadulterated lust, his cock a symbol of your pure, unmarked love for him. You hum, hand grasping his length and lazily stroking him as your head tilts, reading his sleeping features for any sign of him enjoying this as much as you do.

“Aww, Shouta-kun, I wish you knew I fuck you. I bet you would turn bright red, knowing that I ride you every night. Maybe you’d use that weapon of yours to teach me a lesson or two,” you mumble, your hand gripping his cock harder as you stroke him.

A small glistening drop appears at the slit of his dick, and you shiver in excitement; he was already leaking pre-cum. 

“Look at you, already ready to have my cunt wrapped around that big cock of yours,” you mewl, absolutely ready to mount him, prepared to have his sleeping form cum deep within you. You stand up, removing your shorts and panties, and climbing onto the bed.

With the balance of a pro, you get yourself hovering over him, your already wet cunt shivering with the expectance of having him deep within you. Your hand on his cock never once stopping as you tease yourself against his swollen head, your voice a pathetic whimper as your slick mixes with his clear pre-cum.

“S-See how embarrassing you are!” you huff, rutting his length between his folds, lubing him up for the initial entrance because, by god, it still hurt. “Making my pussy so wet! I’m practically dripping all over you!”

There’s only a soft breath from his lips, but you grin as if he was speaking to you.

“You want me too, huh?” you giggle, and without further adieu, you sink against him.

His cock entering your tight cunt was still as mind-numbing as the first time. His cock easily buries into the small, thin wall of your cervix, and you tremble as his length stretches and pulls at your throbbing core. You can feel every curve in his cock, every vein, every gentle throb.

“Glad t-to know you find me… nnghh… find me i-irresistible,” you pant, face flushed with your desire to adjust quickly around him.

The conversation from tonight had made you entirely weak in the knees and hot at your core, knowing that you were the only one to really have claimed Aizawa, the only one who would ever know how his sleeping body craved you as much as you desired him.

You give a tentative swirl of your hips, your eyes trained on Aizawa’s relaxed ones, testing to see how tired and sleepy he was. There was no reaction, no movement outside of the typical grunt at the back of his throat. It was a noise he always made when you first moved with him, a noise that quickly seared in the back of your memory forever.

Shifting your weight to be more comfortable on your knees, your hot hands fall onto his tight chest, and with a sigh of pure relief, you begin to fuck him.

Your straddling aided the deep penetration, allowing for the gentle kiss of the tip of his leaking cock to your thin cervix wall. You clenched tightly around him, unable to keep yourself from doing so as you rode him, the feeling of his throbbing member within you absolutely breathing taking as you placed your claim on him again, again, and again.

Aizawa was fully sheathed within you, and your fingers twisted and pulled at the tight fabric of his shirt, raising it up so that you could admire his taut, tense abdomen, mewling at the way he’s happy trail was thick and bushy. You wondered how he would react to your fingers threading through his body hair, if he would love it; if he would hate it. 

“I want you to know how much I love you, how much I would give everything to you!” you whimper, your head fighting the instinct to throw itself back as you begin to drop onto his still cock faster and faster. “I wish you knew that you fuck me so good, Shouta-kun; I need you to know that! But you won’t even look at me! You won’t spare me a single second of your busy day, so that’s why I have to fuck you at night!”

Tears of both pleasure and hurt well into your eyes; you sniffle as you fuck him faster, dropping onto his awaiting cock with more significant, more aggressive slaps. The sounds echo throughout the room, the musky, sweet smell of your sexes is the only thing keeping you sane — that and the grunting noises that Aizawa keeps emitting, it makes your toes curl and belly flutter in a funny way.

“I bet you’ll fuck me so good once I get you to love me! You’ll never stop fucking me, you’ll never want to leave me because only I know how to fuck you correctly!” you snap, anger and lust licking through your tone, making your eyebrows furrow and your walls to clench even tighter around him. The building tension in your stomach is like a fire, and you can feel your high coming. “But you fuck me so good, baby, so good and you’re not even awake!”

And for the first time, you watch in electrifying pleasure as a low, husky, raspy moan leaves his throat as you fucked him. The sound alone was something downright pornographic to you, and the whine that spills from your mouth is nearly inaudible with the pitch it vibrates at. So without so much as a second thought, a bubbling smile spreads on your face, and you continue on, energy and excitement doubled in your joy.

Your hips roll, rise, and fall against his with growing force and speed. The small creaks of the mattress completely ignored by you as the throbbing and twitching of his cock buried deep within you keeps you pushing for more. The heat and pressure in your belly grow exponentially, festering and burning until you can feel yourself at the tipping point until you can’t do anything but focus on Aizawa and only Aizawa, or else you would scream his name in your euphoria.

The veins on his cock and the overall girth of his length send your mind spinning, not at all helping your predicament, and in a last-ditch effort to keep yourself from crying so loudly you would wake up even the dead, you lean forward. Your sweaty body leaning down to his parted chapped lips as you kiss him to keep yourself silent as your orgasm crashes through you in a blissful wave. Your body spasms almost uncontrollably, the nerves and firing axons through your body uncontrollable as you lay there, allowing for Aizawa to cum before you leave. You shudder at the feeling of his cum emptying out within you, his cock immediately softening as you lay there on top of him. His heart racing with his orgasm, and you sigh contentedly.

“God, I love you so much, Aizawa Shouta; I’ll make you mine one day,” you swear, your nose nuzzling his stubbled cheek.

You lay there for some time, enjoying the way he feels in you, content with the pooling cum from your still spasming cunt. But eventually, you pull away. You pull on your panties and shorts quickly, not wanting a single drop more of his cum to seep out of you. Unable to help yourself, you lick the leftover cum on his cock clean with your tongue before wiping him down with a towel to prevent the smell from clinging.

Your eyes study Aizawa’s face just before you leave, and your smile.

He really does look less tired after orgasming.

But the entire time you were there — the whole night you fucked him and spoke to him — you missed the red blinking light of the camera recording in the corner of the room.

[animeomegas]

Some thoughts from this evening because I had a miserable day, so I’m indulging myself with my favourite characters and I am absolutely not sorry.

Itachi:

Itachi is having a bad day, and while most would never notice, for his alpha, it’s crystal clear. He keeps getting lost in his own head, eyes unfocused, jaw clenched. He snapped at Kisame this morning. Whenever his hands weren’t clasped around a weapon or hidden in his sleeves, you could see them shake.

Small tells for some, but for Itachi, it was the equivalent of screaming out for help.

So, help you were going to give him.

You wait until the evening, when you and Itachi can be alone in your room without anyone interrupting you, it wouldn’t do for someone to barge in when Itachi is vulnerable after all.

You run a bath for him, and with a grateful smile, he goes to take it. While he’s soaking in the hot water, you make him a cup of expensive green tea and pull some dango out of your wardrobe where you had been hiding it for his birthday. He needed it now, there was always time to get more before his birthday.

When Itachi came out of the bathroom, you were there to brush his hair while he drinks his tea. You gently work out the tangles before you surprise him with the dango, insisting on feeding him despite the embarrassed blush on his face.

When he’s done, you insist on giving him a massage. He tries to refuse but eventually melts under your touches, dozing pleasantly in only a few minutes. Afterwards, you tuck a sleepy Itachi into bed with you.

His hands are no longer shaking

 Izuku:

He goes into preheat while he’s at work. It hits him hard and fast, so much so that he calls his alpha immediately to help him get home, hiding in the toilets at his agency until they arrive. Izuku always takes his preheat and heat off from work, but normally he has warning symptoms! Not today.

When he gets a text from you, letting him know you’re there, he races from the bathroom and down to the lobby, eyes lighting up when he sees you. It’s all he can do to not immediately throw himself at you and demand to be carried. He’s at work, after all, he has to at least pretend to have himself together. Unfortunately, this all falls apart almost immediately, as the second you put your hand on his face, he lets out the loudest and most embarrassing croon ever, keening at your touch… in front of all his co-workers.

Izuku immediately lets out an embarrassed whine, hiding his face in your chest as his co-workers giggle at his display. Izuku goes so red that you can no longer see his freckles. People bring it up for months because it never fails to make Izuku flustered.

 Simeon:

All is peaceful in his house as everyone sleeps. It’s the middle of the night and Simeon is awoken by a horrible, heart-wrenching scream. His pup is screaming and crying. Simeon’s heart leaps in his chest as he shakes his alpha awake desperately before throwing himself out of the room as fast as he can.

He follows the cries to the kitchen, you right on his heels. He sees his little pup sprawled on the floor, crying his heart out, arm bent at a strange angle, a broken biscuit jar in pieces around him. His pup, noticing the presence of both his parents, cries harder and calls out for you both.

Simeon ignores the broken ceramic and runs over to pick up and cradle his baby. His wings immediately cocoon the two, automatically protecting the pup from the outside world. Simeon heals the broken arm quickly and then soothes his child with a lullaby.

It was just a mishap with a midnight cookie snack, but Simeon is spooked. He can’t get the sound of his pup crying so desperately out of his head, and so he refuses to put his beloved child back into their own bed, instead tucking them in with you and him. Simeon keeps his arms firmly around his baby all night to protect him.

[krisingtons]

SOFT DADMIGHT ALERT. I HAVE BEEN BLESSED!

oneshot - 2421 words

“I’m simply…trapped here.“ "Trapped.” Toshinori chuckles and nods. “Like a knight in the pit before the enemy’s castle, adventurers in an ancient temple, a fly on a sticky piece of—” Aizawa looks like it takes him a great deal of resolve to not facepalm at that. “Midoriya won’t let go.” “I’m afraid so,” Toshinori admits. —– OR: Izuku is clingy when he’s asleep and Toshinori doesn’t have the heart to free himself. Maybe he doesn’t want to.

Happy birthday, @krisingtons! <3

[umhuhwellthen]

Chapter 1

Hisashi Comes Home

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Hisashi looks up at the steps to the apartment holding his most precious treasures. He smiles so wide, his fangs fully on view, he's pretty sure he looks feral to the average man. He hums happily and is practically skipping,(who's he kidding he IS hopping up those steps), up the stairs to greet the loves of his life. He puts in his key and opens the door, takes a deep breath, having the scents of his sweet Inko and dear Izuku surrounding him after years, fills his heart so he greets happily to those inside. "My beloveds! I'm home!"

...

...

There's no reply. But before worry can truly start to steep in, he hears a thump from Izuku's room and his wife comes rushing out.

"Oh, Hisashi! Oh, I'm sorry, it completely slipped my mind you were coming home today..." Inko apologized, brushing some hair strands out of her face.

Hisashi smiled. "Inko, my dear, it's completely fine. Now is something wrong with Izuku? He's not sick is he? I saw you coming out of his room." He frowned in concern.

Inko looked down sadly and wringed her hands. "Oh...Izuku...," she hesitated and Hisashi's concern grew, "he,um, he didn't have a good day at school yesterday..." She answered after a pause.

"What do you mean?" He asked with an upset frown. 'Izuku loved to learn and had such a strong spirit...what could have upset him enough to keep him from school?' Hisashi thought with great concern.

"Well...you know how Izuku was diagnosed quirkless?" Inko began before she was interrupted by the squeak of door hinge and the sleepy grumbling of a preteen.

"Mom?" Izuku questioned sleepily. He looked up after wiping the sleep from his eyes. His eyes widened in shock. "D-Dad?!" Izuku exclaimed in surprise.

"Izuku! My treasure, it's so good to see you after so long!" Hisashi smiled warmly. "I know I can't ask for much after being away so long...but how about a hug for your old man?" He asked with a bashful smile as he spread his arms.

Izuku's eyes welled with tears and with a choked sob, flung himself into his father's arms. "Oof, danger noodle easy! I'm still a bit jet lagged." Hisashi chuckled good naturedly as he returned the embrace. Izuku in response just squeezed harder. "I missed you..." He mumbled into his father's chest. "And I you." Hisashi replied sadly.

Hisashi looked at Inko with a question in his eyes. He wouldn't forget about their previous line of conversation. Inko mouthed 'dinner' and he nodded into Izuku's hair. He could wait until then. For now, he'd just enjoy the feel of his family in his arms again. He held an arm out for Inko, "What, no hug from my lovely wife who I missed so dearly?" He teased.

Inko huffed and shook her head at her husband's antics and stepped into the hug with a smile on her face. Hisashi squeezed and breathed in the scent of his family. He'd worry about what happened at Izuku's school involving his 'quirkless' status later, and for now, enjoyed his happy reunion. 

[moonblossomedthoughts]

Shared Moments (A Snippet)

Bnha Omegaverse Au

Omega!Toshinori Yagi

Omega!Izuku Midoriya

Dadmight

Little pieces of writing. I've never written for Omegaverse before but I like what I've read.

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Yagi Toshinori stretched comfortably in his nest and let out a soft yawn before rolling over and burying his face in one of the many plump pillows that littered the area. Behind him the smaller body of his successor let out an annoyed chirp at being disturbed from his sleep. Toshinori chuckled apologetically and ruffled the boy's soft, green curls.

"Comfortable, my boy?" He asked and Izuku hummed in contentment.

The low thrumming of the fan lulled them both back into a sleepy state. The dark room had drawn curtains and closed doors to keep the outside world at bay for a few precious hours. Nothing distracting was allowed in this nest besides, perhaps, a book or two and no one was allowed in without knocking save for two people, Toshinori's beloved Alpha and his boy Izuku.

A close snoring startled him awake again and he looked down to see Izuku had snuggled up against his chest. Toshinori smiled and ran his fingers through the boy's curls once more and laid his head back on the pillows. The soft rythmic thumping of the boy's heart lulled him away and a peaceful darkness stole across his conciousness.

The last thing he heard before sleep took him was the creak of the door opening and a soft chuckle.

"Sweet dreams, Buttercup. Sweet Dreams little Pup."

[seita]

― cuddling with them.

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: ʜᴀᴡᴋs, ᴅᴇɴᴋɪ, ᴋɪʀɪsʜɪᴍᴀ,+ ɪᴢᴜᴋᴜ.

hi babie!! i just want to say that i love your writing sm, its so good   like bls ur so talented. i was wondering if i could request headcannons with hawks, denki, kirishima and izuku of the reader jus coming up to them before they're about to sleep and jus cuddling them, like nuzzling into them, overall just very fluffy. ilysm💕

⤑  𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝.

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thank you so much for the kind words. im so glad you enjoy my writings i hope this req is to your delight as well, beloved!

― eijirou kirishima.

≻ this boy will absolutely thrive at this. ≻ he’s an extremely cuddly baby ≻ after he comes home from a long day, showers and crawls into bed ≻ there’s nothing he loves more than when you wrap your limbs around him and cling onto him while whining about how much you missed him.

― denki kaminari.

≻ he will be flustered. ≻ lowkey he likes to act like he’s so cool but in reality he’s a soft little thing ≻ he’s insanely easy to fluster even if it’s just by accident. ≻ it’s late when you come home and he is waiting up for you. ≻ the second he is ready for bed, you’re suddenly clinging to him nuzzling your face into his neck as you inhale his intoxicating scent. ≻ he’ll flush and awkwardly return the affection, brain frying under the affection overload.

― izuku midoriya.

≻ he always gets surprised by your sudden affection. ≻ but he wholeheartedly adores it. ≻ jump this boy the second he lays in bed you will not regret it ≻ especially if he’s particularly drowsy ≻ because he will go completely lax, inhibitions lost as he returns to affection x3 ≻ he will pepper your face with kisses and hold you in way he usually wouldn’t if he had been more clear-headed. ≻ totally worth it.

― keigo takami.

≻ it’s 50/50 on which of you will instigate cuddling at night. ≻ most of the time he beats you to it ≻ so on the nights when you manage to catch him, he’s delighted. ≻ he thinks you’re the sweetest, cutest little bird when you’re sleepy and snuggly ≻ he adores the fact that he can be someone you actively seek out for physical affection. ≻ i mean who else would you go for hawks ≻ when he feels you nuzzle against him, inhaling his intoxicating scent, he gets all fluttery inside.

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[fluffywings13]

Heyyyy Fluffy! Can I please request another tickle fic if you don't mind .....

Lee! Izuku & Ler!Hawks

Okay soo Izuku is not falling asleep and Hawks is getting annoyed and he 'helps' him out. They eventually end up cuddling together! (Hawks gives Izuku tummy rubs)

Can you do it? Pretty pretty pleeease with a cherry on top! Love your fics btw. Amazing job!

Tysm!!!

AN: Hi!? I hope you like it! Thank you for all your kind words! 🥰❤️

“AAAHHHHHH I CAN’T DO IT!”

Keigo takes a few deep breaths and a moment to remind himself that drugging and or smacking a teenager over the head with a frying pan is illegal. “Go to sleep.”

“I can’t.” The greenette glares up at him. “What part of that was confusing to you?”

“So, what you’re saying is, I can’t sleep, Kei, my favorite person in the whole wide universe, please help me?” Izuku shakes his head when the hero grins. “Okay.” The teen tries to scramble up out of the nest, as the hero jumps down after him, and shrieks when he’s caught by the ankle and tugged back down. “Not so fast, nestling, it’s my heroic duty to help the innocent civilians, I’ll help tire you out real quick.”

“No! No! I’m tired! I swear! I’m good!” Izuku shoves at the hero as he comes to loom over his belly. “No! Kei! No! I swear I’ll go to bed! I swear!”

“No, no, it’s no trouble, really.” Keigo lifts the teens shirt slightly. “I’m more then happy to help my beloved baby bird get ready for bed.”

“NO!” The greenette squeals loudly when the hero pushes his head up under his shirt and buries his face in his belly, blowing a long harsh raspberry over his belly button, and he thrusts his hands down, pushing at the man’s head under his shirt. “EEIAIAAIAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA KEEEIEIEIAIAIAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA NOHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOHOHOOT THEHEHEHEHEHEEHERREEIEIEIEHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHA NOHOHOHHOOHOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE! NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHEHEEHE BEHEHEHEHEHEHEELLY BUHUHUHUHUHUTTON! EEIIEAIAIAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAA AAAHAHAHAHEHEEIEAIEAIAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA AAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHIHIHIHI’M TIHIHIHIHIHIRED! IHHIHIHIHIHI SWEHEHEHEAIAEIIAAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAAHHAHAA SWEEHEHEHEHHEHEAHHAHAHAAR!” (Kei no not there not there! Not the belly button! I’m tired! I swear!)

“We can’t be too sure though; you don’t sound tired.” Izuku shrieks when the hero moves upwards. “Let me munch on these ribs for a bit, they look real tasty.” The greenette squeals with laughter when he starts eating his ribs, batting at his head harshly, enough so that the man grabs his hands, fingers curling around his wrists, and lifts his arms up above his head as he munches up to his armpit, where he blows a raspberry, and the boy screams. “Oh man, I forgot how bad raspberries were when it came to these armpits, let me give you another one.”

“No no no! EIEIEAIAIAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA NOHOHOHHOHOHOHOO EIEIEAIIAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA AAAHAHAHHEEIEIEIEAIIAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAA AHAAHAHAHHAAHHAAHHAAHAHAHAAEEIEIEIAIIAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAA NOHOHOHOHOO PLEHEHEHEHEHHEHEEASE! EIEIAIAIAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAA IHIHIHIHIHI’LL GOHOHOHOHO TOHOHOHO SLEHEHEHEHEHEEP! IHIHIHIHIHI PROHOHOHOHOMISE!” (No please! I’ll go to sleep! I promise!) The greenette moves under the man, turning up onto his side, shrieking when the hero simply moves with it and buries his face in his side and begins nibbling again. “NOHOHOHOHOHO EIEIAEIIAIAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAA NOHOHOHOHOHO NIHIHIHIHIIIBBBLLIINNNGGGGG! EIEIEAIAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA PLEHEHEHEHHEASE! IHIHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHHAHAHANT TAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAKE IHIHIHIHIHIT!” (No! No nibbling! Please! I can’t take it!)

Keigo laughs at him, letting go of his wrists, as he pulls his head out from under his shirt and claws his fingers into his side, clawing the fingers of one hand into his belly and pinching at his side with the fingers of the other, uninhibited by him curling up on his side. “Are you sleepy yet? Ready for bed? Tired, nestling, think you can fall asleep now?”

“Yehehehehhes! Yehehehes! Aahahahahahahhahaaha ahahahahahahahahhahahahaa yehehehehehhes!” (Yes! Yes! Yes!)

“Okay, I’ll take your word for it.” One final claw and pinch, and the man pulls away, flopping back. The teen giggles for a couple minutes before uncurling and rolling over into his side, from which he curls his arm around him to pull him closer and curls his wing around him to keep him warm. “Sleep now, fledgling?”

Izuku giggles softly and rubs his nose. “Rub my tumtum, papa bird?”

Chuckling, the hero nods. “Sure, wee chick, I’ll rub your tummy until you fall asleep.”

[prettyboykatsuki]

okay so hi baby. hope you are well. LOVED CHAPTER TWO BTW. the aching of it hit so f-c-k-ing good. pls. in love with these two idiots who are in love with each other. i feel like maybe as an outsider it must be so obvious what is going on and what they both are going through. i still don’t think bakugou realizes that deku still looks at him like he hung the sun. he probably just thinks it’s guilt cause he’s also dumb, but he’s justifiably angry if I’m catching onto what Izuku did by just LEAVING. Like I understand the why, but imagine being someone that cared about him and probably felt so hurt especially after leaving the first time with just a letter and now with nothing? And not even obviously realizing how much Katsuki feels, and all the contact he’s pushing and being overbearing with everything (cause ofc it’s Deku and I get it cause I’m a spaz too and just as overbearing. also the ANXIETY. and the feels. and the anxiety over the feel. and the feels and anxiety and the anger. and having to apologize to just fix it. fix something. it hurts and i get it but UGH) but KATSUKIS FEELINGS AND ANXIETY AND ANGER. idiots. idiots!! i love them.

on another random note. i just drank a reign (razzle berry is BUSSIN) but have you ever experienced that feeling when you start drinking an energy drink and a wave of fuzzy or sleepy hits you right before the energy part does, because you body recognizes what you are about to do to it.

read laws of motion on ao3 lol

my most dearly beloved. reading this is going to make me cry perhaps. IN LOVE W THESE TWO IDIOTS WHO ARE IN LOVE W EACH OTHER!! EXACTLY!!! they drive me up a fucking wall JKDFLKS.

i don't want to spoil anything but . like the amount of misunderstanding? miscommunication between them is just so ridiculous sometimes. and it's genuinely on both sides too which is worse.

izuku is so overbearing!!! SO FUCKING OVERBEARING!!!!! he makes me insane. he is so shameless. spastic and anxiety riddled but also lacking general common sense and grace LMAO. idiots indeed but our idiots who we love so dearly.

THE WAVE OF FUZZY... after an energy drink. there's always like a ten minute period after drinking monster that im so damn sleepy and then it gets me and im Not Sleepy anymore. i think i saw something about that online but i cant remember

[mosshead-lover]

The Act of LordE: Part-7

Rehabilitation

~ Bakugou & Izuku x Reader

Summary: [y/n] moves to her dream city having abundant hopes. Her encounter with Katsuki Bakugou, sends unsettling ripples through her life. Determined to earn an apology for her boyfriend, Izuku Midoriya, she gets into a game with Katsuki. Will the game remain a simple game even at the stake of her love life?

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A/n: You will enjoy this better if you have read the previous parts before! ^^

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--Start--

A promising hero student losing his quirk was all over the news. The government had assured the nation of wiping out any sign of the evil product, down to the villains behind it. But this event made the public question the efficiency of the heroes and the government. The incident ignited by a local gang of thieves had created quite a stir.

Anyone who knew [y/n] could tell. She was the most disturbed, and a pang of uncertain guilt always clouded her face. [y/n] felt the most pathetic at work. It killed her to work in the absence of a man who, at the expense of something more important than his life, had saved her. The blame she held on herself became a hundred times heavier every second at the agency. She would feel a heavy lump in her throat, making it hard to breathe, as if the world was telling her she didn't deserve the air. She would end up fainting or break down. The agency had extended her internship by another month. So she can rest and recover well from the incident. She missed being busy, but she knew the agency was right.

”You cannot go on like this!” Izuku expressed his concerns on the way back from picking her up from the agency. She had been staying over at Izuku's since that day. He insisted that she did.

A week later...

The sun was already set, and the street lights illuminated the way. Izuku walked home faster than usual.

'[y/n] has to hear this now!'

he thought. He had to see her in flesh and blood. He had to see her shed the worries. He had to embrace her and tell her everything was going to be okay, indeed.

[y/n] was woken up by the sound of door unlatched. She sat up to welcome Izuku.

"Hey there, sleepyhead." Deku greeted in his usual warm tone.

"Hi, Izuu." [y/n] greeted him back, bringing her palm close to her mouth, yawning.

"Guess who visited UA University today?" Deku's eyes were dilated to adjust the dim room and, the street light reflecting off his green pupils made them shine like precious gems.

"Who?" [y/n] questioned him back as the ritual went, clearly uninterested.

"Aizawa-sensei!" His eyes went wide.

"Oh! your home-coming teacher?" [y/n] was more attentive now. She stood up, reaching the switchboard to turn on the lights.

"Yes! and Eri-chan too!"

[y/n] knew Eri. Deku had told her everything. She hadn't slept the day Deku told her Eri's story. She felt sad for the horrible things that little girl had to go through. She had even visited Eri once. [y/n] felt better looking at Eri doing well. She had been preparing for UA high entrance exams, determined to follow her beloved Nii-san's(Izuku's) footsteps.

"Hope she is doing well." [y/n] was smiling involuntarily at the mention of Eri.

Deku went on without feeling the need to assure [y/n] about Eri' well being.

"The reason they were there is.." Izuku tried to give a dramatic pause which miserably failed.

".. to discuss Kachan's revival!" He almost squeaked.

Eri's quirk let her transform anything she touched into its former form. A dangerous yet powerful quirk if learnt to control. But, it was never used as Eri was yet to learn how to control her power. Besides, Aizawa and other pros were against burdening her with such huge responsibilities. She was just a kid, after all. But, this time, Eri had volunteered. She had grown beyond feeling her quirk was a curse that took her parents and everything else from her. She knew her true power lay in returning something that was taken away. Surely, she couldn't revive what was taken away from her but, if she could do it for others, she wasn't going to sit back and watch. After testing her in and out, Aizawa had decided that she might be able to succeed.

"Eri's quirk!" [y/n] exclaimed. She slumped in to the sofa and let out a huge sigh. Knowing that there was a possibility that Katsuki could get his power back changed the world for her.

Izuku and [y/n] were in bed. They had had a cheerful dinner. Izuku must have mentioned at least a dozen times how happy he was to see [y/n] smile again.

"Will you visit Kachan at least now?" Deku casually questioned, staring at the ceiling.

[y/n] remained silent. Deku grunted as he shifted to face [y/n].

"[y/n]-chan" Deku then patiently waited for an answer.

"I will go tomorrow." [y/n] finally responded, her response almost inaudible.

Katsuki hated having visitors. He hated them trying to sympathise, trying to give him false hopes and the way they looked at him as though he was a helpless pup. He hated it the most. When he tried the hardest not to think about the future, all their visits did was remind him that. Luckily the glass chunks hadn't pierced deeper than a few muscle layers. He had argued with the doctor to let him go home soon. The doctor had patiently explained that he had to be kept under observation for at least a week, for he had been struck with way too many quirk erasers.

Katsuki was sleepy and tired all the time. By the time [y/n] visited him, he was a lot better. He could read a JUMP and even walk around the room before his eyelids felt heavy again. When [y/n] entered the room, Katsuki didn't recognise her anymore. The face otherwise filled with resentment and disgust was filled with gratitude and kindness with a hint of guilt. Katsuki wasn't sure how he felt about this transformation. [y/n] forced a smile as she nervously walked to his bed. She had begged Izuku to go along. He had refused to, saying she had to do it herself.

”Besides, Kachan will only be ruder to you with me around, ” he had joked. Little did he know that Kachan was hardest on her when alone. Kachan was more confused than ever. Unsure of how to react, he reached for the water glass set next to his bed. He gulped down the water hurriedly, ending up coughing and spilling it all over him. His body wasn't recovered enough to keep up with his speed. He should have known. [y/n] quickly took her handkerchief out and started dabbing the dampness as she took away the glass from him. She didn't look up until she felt his grip on her wrist. It was weak physically yet, she froze.

"I...I.."

"Don't you dare," He hissed. [y/n] was confused.

"I was just..."

"Shhhhh.." He stopped her midway and pulled her closer. Her face inches away from his.

"Can you not.." He muttered, searching for words, looking away.

"I am sorry" [y/n] didn't know why she was apologising. For dabbing his chest without permission? For his quirk?

Katskuki submerged in the way the air hushed out from her mouth tingled his skin, neglecting her words entirely.

"Bakugou! How are you feeling today?" The overly enthusiastic doctor entered the room.

[y/n] and Katsuki quickly parted. Katsuki let out a sigh, half thankful for the intervene.

"I am okay." He didn't quite return the doctor's energy.

"You can leave." He muttered, looking at [y/n] from the corner of his eye.

"The madame can stay. I will hardly take a minute. " The doctor beamed as he plugged the stethoscope to his ears, clearly aware of his intrusion and bad-timing.

"Um, I will come by later, I guess. Bye." [y/n] almost ran out of there.

She let her head sink in her palms. She hadn't done a single thing she had rehearsed. Thank him, ask him how he was, apologise and mostly, mostly to start fresh.

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