#yaoyorozu momo x reader

[melancholymegumi]

i love mommy momo and uncle iida but i am a sucker for mommy momo and daddy iida.

Starr... Ure onto smth. Let's talk.

mommy!momo and daddy!iida , the soft mommy x strict daddy troupe :(( everytime you go shopping with mommy!momo, he's always there to say that "it's too expensive, you don't need it." But you do!! He's a party pooper. He also insists on you wearing pull-ups outside. Like, you're a big girl, you don't need pull-ups anymore!! (Which was proven wrong, unsurprisingly.)

he's also the one that handles all the punishments. The worst one was probably when he tied you to the chair with a vibrator strapped to ur clit and made you watch him fuck your mommy because you touched yourself! Saying that if you want the vibrator so bad, maybe it should be your only source of pleasure!

mommy!momo is nice though . She's the one who stops your daddy from punishing you worse than he was gonna :(( giving you candy and treats after you took your punishment like a good girl, maybe even hold your hand while daddy spanks you till it's a different shade of red :(

[1001gallery]

pandora.

SUMMARY 𐀔 "in the eye, stood disorder. in the eye, stood calm. in the eye, I stand."

Hero - to the world you live in, a hero was the title given to individuals who had been licensed to protect the people with their quirks. A Pro Hero were those who took it as a profession.

Kids grew up wanting to be called a hero, dreaming of becoming number one. But to you who grew up differently, who looked to the Heroes, everyone so admired, as normal people. Becoming one was never a solid dream to reach for.

So how did you get here, standing in front of U.A Academy - the school for heroes in training - with nothing but the desire to pass?

This is your story, a story of an Extra in the shadow of your best friend as he carries the burden of a pillar crumbling.

PAIRINGS 𐀔 mina x reader, bakugou x reader, jirou x reader, midoriya x reader, todoroki x reader, uraraka x reader, momo x reader (she/her pronouns)

THEMES 𐀔 fluff, angst, crack, slice of life, slowburn

WARNINGS 𐀔 graphic descriptions of violence and injuries, gore, bullying, quirk discrimination, quirk experimentation

Ln Yn - physical attributes ; scars on fingers, collarbone, and chest

- poc friendly (scars are only described as shapes)

- no height / weight / hair mentioned (you are but a spec in space... a beautiful one)

- replaces Sato (though he will make an appearance)

a/n : there will be 3 endings all with their own love interest routes. the endings will NOT be the same as canon BNHA

cross posted only on Ao3 @/1001gallery

Chp. 1 | before light, there was darkness

Chp. 2 | sonder

Chp. 3 | ヒーロー

Chp. 4 | the boy with red shoes

Chp. 5 | デクと箱入

Chp. 6 | coming soon...

Chp. 7 | coming soon...

Chp. 8 | coming soon...

[reverie-starlight]

{nobody like you- momo yaoyorozu}

I've been in such a momo mood lately, I just really needed to write something for my wife. I'm so in love with her she deserves all the best things ever.

fem!reader, no physical descriptions. slight angst but mostly fluffy. lots of yearning. reader and momo get a bit tipsy. teensy tiny bit suggestive at the end if you squint.

this is a part 2 to this drabble I wrote a while ago! reader is pro hero!momo's PR manager/assistant/best friend.

momo doesn’t need reassurance very often.

she hasn’t since her U.A. days. for the most part, she’s managed to overcome her insecurities and losses and shine in the hero world as a very dependable and capable leader.

but still, there are times that she falters and familiar feelings of doubt creep in.

you walk through the elevator that opens into her penthouse apartment carrying a bottle of wine and some take-out. for the first time that evening, she smiles.

"hey," you murmur, settling next to her on the red chaise-lounge overlooking tokyo's night life. it's cramped, considering she's huddled under her fluffiest blanket and surrounded by pillows, but you make it work and she's so grateful to have you close. "how are you feeling, honey?"

the immediate comfort of having you near dissipates and she's reminded of why you're here in the first place.

she shrugs. she feels absolutely horrible about how things on her last patrol had transpired. it was petty theft, there's absolutely no reason she should've let him get away, but she got distracted for one second because a kid ran in front of her begging for her help with finding his mother.

and of course a lost child takes priority over a stolen bag of groceries in most people's eyes, but the cranky old man (who was objectively having a better time than momo), decided to go on and on to anyone who hadn't seen the sequence of events about her "carelessness" and "clear bias". even after momo offered to pay for his new groceries and then some.

he happily took her up on that, but still decided to rip her to shreds when a pretty penny was dropped in his wallet in exchange for an interview from an outlet that has been anything but kind to her.

she groans and brings her hands to her face thinking about the media coverage she's been getting all day.

you put a hand on her knee and stroke your thumb over it to soothe her. "it's okay, momo. everyone who really saw what went down has been defending you online."

she peeks through her fingers to look at you with a pitiful expression. "really?"

you nod enthusiastically. "mhm! and besides, everyone knows better than to believe anything those vile journalists say about you."

momo drops her hands and looks at you gratefully. it's true, there's been a lot of fans and heroes alike calling out the news outlet for it's recent criticisms of fan favourite heroes, some of her friends included. she thinks back to the messages she received earlier from midoriya and mina, and those she's yet to check from todoroki and ochako.

"and," you continue, pulling her out of her thoughts yet again "you have me covering for you. I'll take care of it, don't you worry."

that's right, she thinks fondly. I have you...

but does she? nothing else has happened between you since that day you stitched her up. no words have been exchanged about it, no more developments have come about.

she's going to reach her breaking point soon, she can feel it, but she's terrified of putting herself out there without anything to confirm it won't be for nothing. not one sign to confirm that you feel the same.

you're not making it any easier by looking as good as you do right now- you're not dressed in anything particularly fancy, your clothes are rumpled and your eyeliner is a bit smudged, but you look perfect.

and you have food. what more could she ask for at this point?

you seem to remember the bag of food when her eyes are drawn to it and you light up. "oh! it's your favourite, I figured you needed a pick me up. seriously, I've got everything covered, so let's just unwind tonight."

she looks between you and the bottle you placed on the floor and nods.

about an hour and a half later, you’re both tipsy and singing at the top of your lungs to whatever songs come up on your shared playlist.

while you take a breather, you watch as she lets loose. her hair is down, her shoulders aren’t so visibly tense anymore, there’s a pinkish hue painting her cheeks and she looks more carefree than you’ve seen her in a long time.

maybe that’s not a fair observation, considering she’s currently inebriated (and you are too), but the sight captivates you nonetheless.

she’s gorgeous. so gorgeous it physically pains you to keep staring at her, yet you can’t look away. (in the back of your mind, you recall a joke she once made about you being a masochist and you almost laugh at your own expense.)

the yearning you’ve tried so hard to push down hits you like a truck and it only intensifies when the song ends and a slow song takes its place.

panting from her performance, momo turns her head towards you, the wide smile on her face that morphs into something far more gentle than you can handle right now.

you stare at each other. the slow strumming of the guitar in the background seems to charge the atmosphere and you’re both left with funny feelings in your chests as the song goes on.

your queue really knows how to set the mood.

the amount of love you have for her holds you to the ground and settles uncomfortably within you, like it’s fighting to come out. demanding to be heard. you don’t break eye contact. you can’t.

her eyes, wide and shining, show hesitation and… longing?

could she feel the same about you? all these weeks of yearning… does she feel it too? is she… waiting for you to make a move?

she breaks eye contact first, shaking her head a bit in the very same way she does when she’s doubting herself, but you’re just brave (and drunk) enough to keep her in this moment with you. determined enough to not let her down by chickening out.

“I love you,” you blurt out, and your own voice sobers you up immediately.

her head snaps up, and she looks at you again, this time shocked.

your heart sinks to your stomach as you take in the weight of your words. did you misread her? did you just ruin everything? you wonder what you must look like from her point of view right now. scared? probably.

“I love you too,” she says. the way she speaks is soft, but full of emotion, full of comfort. there’s hesitation mixed in there, like she’s unclear on what you’re getting at, but afraid to clarify.

you begin chewing on your bottom lip nervously, doubt creeping into the pit of your stomach, latching onto your heart and squeezing it tight enough to restrict your circulation. your body grows cold as the nerves eat away at you from the inside.

this is your only chance to write it off as how you’ve always meant it- friendly, platonic, very much not romantic. you could play it off, blame it on the alcohol, change the song and go back to how it’s always been…

but you think of that day you patched her up once again, and deep down you know your heart can’t take much more of this.

“I know… but do you… do you understand how I meant it this time?”

her breath hitches. a wobbly smile finds its way to her lips. “I think so,” she whispers.

you step towards her, grab her hand and rub your thumb over the back of it. “I’m so in love with you, momo yaoyorozu.”

she steps forward too, wrapping her arms around your neck. the tension in your chest subsides and it’s almost like you can feel your blood flowing again.

“I’m so in love with you, too,” she replies, her eyes meeting yours, wobbly smile evening out and becoming much more confident.

your hands find her hips and excitement blooms in your stomach. “can I kiss you?”

she nods and immediately leans in to capture your lips with hers. you gasp and reciprocate the best you can while trying to keep your grin at bay.

eventually you’re both giggling and pulling away, standing in her penthouse living room with your foreheads pressed together, breaths mixing as you pant.

momo isn’t in need of reassurance very often, but a kiss really can do wonders for a weary mind.

she pulls away a bit and asks you a question you’ve only ever dreamt of her asking. “will you be my girlfriend?”

you’re pretty sure the way you kiss her as soon as the last syllable leaves her lips is enough of an answer, but you reply anyway with a mumbled out “yes, I would love nothing more, sweetheart.”

nothing has ever felt as right as this.

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BONUS

when momo wakes the next morning, she’s greeted with the feeling of you curled up against her. images of everything that transpired after you made it official flash through her mind and heat creeps into her cheeks.

if it weren’t for the dull ache and pretty marks in various places across her body (strategically placed to be covered by her hero costume, she notes) she might have believed that part was all a dream.

but you’re really in bed, and all hers.

for the first time since becoming a hero, momo doesn’t care one bit about what’s being said about her in magazines. she doesn’t care about what criminals she’ll have to face later on.

her whole world, the only person who’s opinion she’ll ever truly care about ever again, is right beside her, sleeping soundly.

her heart flutters as she traces your back and watches your nose scrunch slightly. you’re so gorgeous in the morning light. she’s always known this, of course, but she’s absolutely ecstatic that the guilt that normally comes with that thought is no more.

she thinks back to something you had said to her last night- something mumbled incoherently as you both drifted off to sleep- and a realization suddenly hits her and sets her ablaze all over again.

shaking you awake, she waits for you to open your eyes before rolling on top of you excitedly. she relishes in your sleepy giggle and the feel of your arms wrapping around her waist.

“good morning, pretty girl,” she coos, pressing kisses all over your cheeks.

you whine in response, screwing your eyes shut and she smiles. “remember what you told me last night about needing to get all that stored up affection for me out?”

you peek up at her with one eye, curious as to where she’s going with this. “mhm?”

“well I just realized that I don’t need to hold back anymore, either.”

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I’m soooooo happy to have this done and very proud of how it turned out!! idk why but I genuinely think some if my best writing happens when I’m writing for miss momo.

the song I had in mind for the confession scene was sailor song, mostly bc it makes me yearn beyond belief and that’s the vibe of this fic lmao. I wanted to name this fic “dripping in my favour” bc I thought that whole section of the song is very fitting, but I really didn’t want people taking it out of context 🥹.

I am so down to turn this into a mini series, with PR manager!reader btw :3

@emmyrosee here it is!! <3

[a-ikuoliver]

hey mercury! i hope it's okay to submit a second birthday drink hehe but i'd love a lemon drop to my girl momo yaoyorozu if you're up for it! 🎉

i strayed a little from her being the bartender but i was hit with a wave of horny and this is what came out LMAO birthday bash intro + rules + menu | event masterlist

“i don’t know if i can handle another one,” she giggles, stumbling with your hands intertwined back to the bar, her skin hot against yours when you both stand at the edge of the bar after many calculated, slow steps to the centre of the bar, both of you attempting to stay steady on your feet. swiping a menu from atop the bar, you spin back around to face momo, trying to focus on the words on the paper instead of the way it felt to have her stand by you, her cheeks flushed pink, her dark eyes getting glassy after the last round of drinks you’d ordered to the table. even more distracting was the dress she’d decided to wear, the high neck making you woozy as if the fabric was cut into deep plunged v-shape. and those boots she was wearing, the tall, thigh highs leaving only a sliver of skin bare before the hem of her dress began.

“one more, it’s not even 12.” you smile back, her giggles infectious as you tried to steel your features (as much as you could, at least), blinking slowly at the menu like it would help you look more sober than you were. shuffling closer to you, momo drags her long finger along the menu as she skims along the laminated paper, “they don’t have any wine.”

you want to kiss the naive pout off her, your eye’s glued to her glossy lips when you giggle at her, “you’ve never been to a dive bar, have you?”

shaking her head, she leans closer to you, tilting the menu towards you as if you’d be able to find something on the menu that was more than 2000¥. instead of making a classy wine appear, you excitedly point at the bottom corner of the paper, right beneath the word SHOTS, “ooh! have a lemon drop with me!”

her cheek presses to your own when she leans even closer to you to see what you’re reading, squinting at the small font under dim lights, “that is straight vodka.”

“it has lemon juice in it! and a sugar coated lemon slice,” you correct, your voice light, a little flirty like you always got when drinking with her. you spin on your heel to lean over the bar before she can argue the point once more, “four lemon drops please!”

piling the four glasses (all filled to the brim with cheap, fragrant vodka and a splash of lemon juice) onto the round tray and a small bowl of sugar-coated lemon wedges, you thank the bartender before gripping either side of the tray, wobbling behind momo back to the booth tucked into a quieter corner of the bar, sliding in beside her after you sat the tray down.

comfortable once again in the booth, you face her again with a smile, placing one of the tall shot glasses in front of her, “alright, make sure you drink it quick, don’t sip it like your expensive, aged wine. we’re gonna cheers, tap it on the table, drink it and then suck the lemon.”

she watches you with wide eyes, focusing on your instructions as much as she can with the alcohol finally making her head feel light. staring at your lips, she nods, repeating back your instructions with a smile, “cheers, tap, drink, suck, got it.”

twisting back around to get your own glass and lemon, you shuffle closer, your thigh brushing against the bare skin at the top of her boots, holding your glass up to her, biting your lip to hide a giddy smile.

“ready?” momo laughs, a sound that makes you dizzier than all the alcohol in this bar, her hair bouncing when she nods, gently clicking the side of her shot to yours before you tap the bottom of it against the tabletop in unison.

“cheers!” you celebrate, shooting the foul drink back, scrunching your eyes shut at the taste of the clear liquor invading your senses, you felt more like you’d dunked your head into a bucket of the stuff rather than just a shot of it. with a sour face, you tap momo’s hand still holding her lemon to remind her to suck as you sucked the juice out of your own, licking the sugar off the flesh before you bit into it. successfully washing your mouth of the strong taste with the tart sweetness of the lemon, you watched momo’s face scrunch at the taste of the sour lemon, the bridge of her nose scrunching as she tried to swallow the juice from the lemon wedge.

tossing the lemon rind onto the tray, you whoop and cheer, cupping your hands around your mouth to amplify the sound, many other drunk patrons blindly mimicking your cheering from across the room, the sound making you hold your stomach as you laughed again. wiping juice from her lips with the back of her hand, momo laughed with you, leaning across you to place her lemon rind with yours, stacking her empty shot into yours at the edge of the table.

“you like those?” she questions, dark eyes flicking back and forth between your eyes as she adjusts herself beside you, pressing her thigh harder to yours as her perfume filled your brain, the sensation of her hot skin against yours nearly had you forgetting to respond.

“it’s not so bad,” she waves you off with a roll of her eyes, mumbling her disbelief of your enjoyment in bottom shelf shots, still trying to forget the taste of it in her mouth.

still smiling with her, you reach for one more on the tray to place in front of her, “here, i’ll make it better. you remember what to do?”

“i’m not that drunk.”

picking up one more sugary lemon, you place it between your teeth, the flesh poking out from between your glossy lips, your heart beating in your throat as she follows your every move, her eyes glued to your lips when she raises her glass into the air.

with her glass raised, you mumble around the fruit, “-scheers!”

your pulse races watching her tilt her head back, hypnotised as you watch her throat bob as she swallows the liquor, following her when she places the glass back down with a sour face; your cunt throbs when she grabs a hold of your jaw with two perfectly manicured hands, blunt nails digging into your jaw as she pulls your face to hers, pressing her soft lips to yours when she bites at the lemon between your teeth.

your eyes flutter shut, inhaling sharply through your nose when her hand slides down the side of your throat to settle at your collarbone, her hold keeping you still as she licked at the lemon wedge. your hands jump to her thighs, involuntarily squeezing her plush skin when she hummed against your lips, the sound vibrating around the fruit between you.

it’s all so much, the taste of her, the taste of the alcohol and juice on her lips, the feeling of her tongue sliding over your lips to suck up any sugar granules stuck to your skin, the feeling of her pulling you closer, humming and whimpering against you.

she still holds you close as she finishes sucking the lemon, keeping her lips to yours even when she’s sucked the flesh dry of the sour juice and licked your lips clean of the sticky, sweet sugar. she’s so close, your chests almost touching with how your chest heaved, your thighs entangling the closer she tried to get to you in the small booth. your starry eyes are reflected back in her own blown out pupils (her own the exact same, glittering under the dim light), and your thighs are tightly squeezed together in an attempt to quell the ache growing low in your stomach.

sucking in a breath, your voice isn’t an octave above a whisper, “better?”

her tongue swipes across her bottom lip, catching a stray sugar granule, a movement you watch in what feels like slow motion, nodding, she repeats your movements, sitting the last shot in front of you, holding the lemon wedge at her mouth when she took a deep breath, “mhm, your turn.”

[trafalgarya]

Momo Yaoyorozu x Sub Male Reader — NSFW Headcanons

just momo yaoyorozu nsfw headcanons because i'd be such a slut for her. and also i'm a boy, so yeah, ✨ male reader ✨

aged-up momo

TW : mommy kink, penetration, strap-on, oral (giving and receiving), soft dom!momo yaoyorozu, sub!male reader, praising kink, sex-toys, teasing, orgasm control, begging, nipple sucking, masturbation, use of "slut", a bit of ooc ig, analingus (receiving, mention of giving too)

Momo doesn't mind being in a relationship with a submissive male. She really accepts her S/O for who he is, and his preference for being the dom or the dommed isn't an exception.

Something about Momo screams mommy kink, and no one can tell me otherwise. There's something so powerful yet delicate and soft about her, it's truly fascinating.

She'd please the shit out of you in bed. As she's riding your cock in cowgirl position, she'll wrap her arms around your neck, kissing you softly, and praising you for doing so good.

Sex with her is usually slow and sensual, she wants to enjoy every second of it.

I feel like she'd wear lingerie during sex. She'd also grab your wrists and place your hands on her boobs, moaning softly while she guides your movements.

Call her Mistress and she'd be heads over heels for you. Calling her that makes her feels so powerful and assertive. That turns her on and reminds her of how much she's in control of you. You're entirely hers, and that thought alone makes her happy.

I feel like she'd use sex toys that she made herself with her quick. Putting a gag in your mouth as she's behind you, fondling your nipples with the tip of her long nails, making you shiver, while she's gently stroking the tip of your cock. She'd kiss your neck softly and smirk whenever you moan at these stimulations. She'd also praise you, of course.

"That's good, baby, being so good for your Mistress~", she'd whisper in your ear with a gentle voice.

I feel like she adores your body. Not surprising, though, with her hands always caressing your torso.

I see her as an oral lover too. You, being on your knees, and Momo grabbing your hair firmly as she's forcing you to lick her pussy and sucking her clit, legs opened. She'd ride your face, too. And, if you're fine with it, she'll also try the same but with her asshole. And if you obediently swallow the cum that's leaking from her private part, she'll rewarn you by pushing you on the bed and sucking your dick so well, turning her tongue on the tip and deep-throating you, digging her cheeks and doing some noise to give you an even better experience. You're not allowed to touch her, though.

She is into orgasm control. Whenever she feels you're close, she'll stop everything, and you'll have to beg your Mistress for her to continue.

"Hm~ ? You want me to continue ? Then, why won't you beg for it, hm ? Come on, use your words, pretty boy."

She'll tease the shit out of you too. Your hands tied behind your back with soft rope, she'll place herself in front of you, open her legs, and start to sensually sucking a dildo and then putting it inside her. She won't stop until you're begging for her to touch you. Show her how much you crave her touch, and only here, she'll help you with that erection of yours.

She also loves to get her nipples sucked. While she's softly masturbating you, she'll place her hand behind your head, guiding it right through her nipples. They're sensitive, though, so that's where she'll moan the most when stimulated. If you're trying to provoke her on purpose by nibbling it, she'll put you in your place.

Her punishment are often tough and harsh. If she's punishing you, it's for a good reason. Thrusting her fat and big strap into you, firmly holding your hips, she'll free one hand to put her fingers in your mouth.

"Shut up and behave, slut. You want me to punish you some more, hm ? You know i wouldn't like that."

I feel like she'd also ruin your orgasm in punition. She'll put you in a chastity cage, that she'll tighten at the maximum, and slamming her hips onto yours, not finishing until she's satisfied. You could be screaming, crying or drooling that she won't stop.

If she's not using a strapon, she'd finger you hard. Placing her entire hand in your asshole and go back and forth in it, she'll be harsh.

I also feel like she'd ask you to place yourself in doggy-style position, placing herself behind you, and she'll start to lick your ass, milking you by the way. I don't know why. She just... loves that.

[kozumebunny]

My Hero Characters + Maid Dress

Midoriya Izuku is so nervous that you would be lucky to get him to talk. Whether you're wearing the maid dress or he is, I mean it good luck on getting a word out of him. Won't lean into the maid/master dynamic, it's a little too extreme on the service side for him. He prefers to give to you more than receiving. Would wear it for you but he's super nervous and shy when wearing it for you.

Bakugou Katsuki won't wear it for you, but he thinks its pretty for you. Also won't lean in to the maid/master dynamic: if he wants something he will ask you for it, he doesn't expect you to do it for him. Holds too much respect for you to really get into that, won't demean you. Won't wear it for you, thinks it's stupid.

Todoroki Shoto isn't fazed by it. He doesn't think much of you wearing it, but if it's showing skin then he does have some thoughts. Doesn't know what a maid master dynamic is, but he's more than willing to try it. He's too polite, still says please and thank you. Will wear it for you but only indoors. Isn't too embarrassed or shy wearing it but if anyone asks if he wore it he will deny it.

Uraraka Ochaco would gladly wear it for you. Enjoys a mild maid/master dynamic, but becomes shy as the maid. Not really good at the master thing either only because she never really exercises the dynamic. If you wear it to her she will enjoy seeing you in it, and will definitely cherish you wearing it.

Iida Tenya won't wear it for you. Doesn't want you wearing it for him. He disapproves of the maid/master dynamic and dislikes the thought of taking advantage of you. Doesn't get blind obedience either, he likes that you think for yourself, that you're so independent, why would he want you to be something besides that?

Himiko Toga would want to wear matching maid dresses! Why wouldn't she? I mean she would be in love with the cutesy bows and frills aesthetics. Would definitely want to match a my melody kuromi maid dress cosplay with you, then go out to Shibuya in it. She would most certainly be mischievous enough to call you master. I mean given her tendencies I wouldn't doubt she would start actually doing the things you ask of her.

Yaoyorozu Momo would wear it for you. She would wear one of those high color suspender skirt highly refined ones. Very simplistic. Utility over looks. Won't do the maid master dynamic. Would clean the place if you ask but wants you to clean with her! Don't boss her around either it makes her feel bad :(.

Dabi wants you to wear the maid dress. Drops "hints". No he just has an amazon wishlist named after you and its FULL of stuff. like its in phases. There's like 50 stuffed animals in the wishlist cause you mentioned wanting one stuffed animals. So the minute he found out about the maid dress, he went and added like 40 things into the wishlist. So that's how you find out about the maid dress and him wanting you to wear it. Once you do this man is insufferable. Fully leans into the maid master dynamic. Makes it superrr horny.

[beestriker015]

Momo x severely injured male s/o

Upon hearing the news that her boyfriend has been hospitalized after fighting a dangerous villain who was holding innocent civilians hostage, Momo broke down in tears.

She immediately made her way to the hospital s/o was admitted to, and was told by the doctor that s/o will live, but is currently in a comatose state.

The doctor allowed Momo to see s/o, who is covered in numerous bandages and has a cast on his right arm.

She kneeled down next to her unconscious boyfriend with tears in her eyes.

“S/o, I don’t know if you can hear me or not, but listen to me carefully if you can. I love you so much, and the thought of you potentially never waking up from this is like a dagger through my heart. I can’t lose you my gem, you are the light of my life. Please come back to me s/o, you are too strong to succumb to this. Please…don’t leave me.”

Tears streaming down Momo’s face as she doesn’t notice her s/o’s eyes slowly opening.

He coughs a little, gaining her attention.

“S/o!”

“H-hey Momo, I h-heard…everything you s-said.”

Her boyfriend said to her very weakly while struggling to sit up.

“Nonono, you need your rest my gem. Don’t try to get up, you’ll hurt yourself.”

“E-everything hurts, I’m..struggling…to even s-speak.”

“I know s/o, the doctor said your body is incredibly fragile and weak right now.”

S/o begins to breath heavily, instantly filling Momo with dread and concern.

“S/o! What’s wrong?!”

His breathing began to slow as he began to close his eyes slowly.

“G-getting….hard….breathe…tired…dark.”

He said with his voice growing more and more quiet.

“S/o, stay with me! Listen to my voice! Try to stay awake, please!”

The doctor enters the room and quickly goes to check s/o’s vitals.

“His heartbeat is normal, but I can tell by his breathing that he’s not getting enough oxygen. We need to hook him up to a breathing machine quickly.”

The doctor wheels s/o out and takes him to another room while putting a breathing mask over his face.

“That should help. Tell me young man, can you breathe better now?”

S/o nods his head at the doctor.

“Good. I’ll let you rest now. There’s a pen and notepad right next to you on the desk, so if you need anything, write it down for your girlfriend and she’ll come get me.”

The doctor walks out, leaving Momo and her boyfriend alone.

“I’ll stay right by your side my gem, I’m not going anywhere.”

S/o nods and slowly falls asleep.

True to her word, Momo hardly left her boyfriend’s side for the whole time he was at the hospital.

After several weeks, s/o was permitted to leave the hospital.

However, his injuries left him unable to continue his hero training, causing him to drop out of U.A.

Momo was secretly relieved that he couldn’t go to U.A. anymore because she couldn’t stand the thought of s/o getting hospitalized like that again.

S/o, while sad at this, didn’t let it get to him too much, for he’s just happy that his girlfriend has been with him through it all.

“I love you so much Momo, and I can’t thank you enough for being there for me.”

She smiles and kisses him softly yet sweetly on the lips.

“No thanks needed my gem, I’m just glad you’re ok. I love you too.”

S/o’s former classmates miss him at U.A., but always try to hang out with him after school.

Momo and s/o stayed together through thick and thin, and decided that they were going to get married after they both graduate.

Despite s/o having to give up his dream of becoming a hero, he knew everything was going to be ok as long as he has his amazing girlfriend to support him.

And being the amazing person she is, Momo definitely supports her s/o and anything he wants to do (as long as it’s safe).

[mhaxwishxgranter]

Yaoyorozu & black!fem!reader

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Summary: Y/N puts the fear of god into Mineta and makes friends with Momo Yaoyorozu.

Characters: black!fem!reader, Momo Yaoyorozu, Mineta Minoru

Warnings: Mentions of Mineta’s perverted actions 🤢

POV: Third Person

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When Mineta had been caught in Y/N’s room, thinking that it had been Yaoyorozu’s, everyone, especially the girls, had been disgusted by his actions.

All Y/N had done was walk up to the little pervert, yank him up using her telekinesis quirk, whispered something that only he could hear, which had left him pale and shaking and running to tell Aizawa what he had tried to do and face the consequences of his actions after she had released him from her quirk, because no way was she going to actually touch Mineta with her hands.

Ugh. Nasty.

And who knows what he had tried to do while he had been in here.

In her room.

Y/N was filled with a burning urge to burn sage throughout her room to cleanse it, but instead would have to opt for stripping her room bare and giving a deep, deep clean.

That had been the plan until a knock came to the door of her dorm room.

Looking over at the entryway, Y/N saw Momo standing there with a worried look.

“Yaoyorozu?” It had taken Y/N a while to be able to say her last name without getting tongue tied. “You good?”

“No! I mean yes! I mean..I’m sorry!”

“For what?”

“Mineta. You caught him in your room because he thought it was mine.”

“You don’t have to apologize. Mineta is a pervert who needs to get smacked a good few times. Besides, he should have reached Aizawa with how fast he was running.”

“What did you say to him? None of us have ever seen him that scared or run so fast.”

Y/N smirked. “Just put the fear of god into him, just like my momma and daddy taught me to do.”

“Please tell me how you did it!”

“Alright. But you have to help me deep clean my room.”

“Deal! And please call me Momo or Yaomomo.”

Y/N’s smirk was replaced by a smile. “Then, you can call me Y/N.”

She had agreed to do just that as they made their way downstairs for the necessary cleaning supplies.

Tag list:

@kuromi-kouhai-blog

@olenoname

@mysticpisces

[plus-ultra-dreams]

Hello! Hope your having an amazing day!

I hope you dont mind if i leave a request!

May i request Momo, Jirou, Toga with a Dragon!Fem!S/O ( GN neutral is fine! ) Their S/O's dragon form is really big but in their human form they are quite literately shorter then them,

( Apologies if im breaking any rules i couldn't find the rules page- )

-Signed 🎀 @redbow-anon 🎀

(Hello! Thank you so much for your request! You aren’t breaking any rules so no stress with that. I will make my rules page more accessible to help with this confusion. Also I apologize for the late reply to this! Life got crazy over the holiday season. I hope you understand! I also did these as drabbles instead of headcannons so I hope that works also)

Momo, Jiro, and Toga x Dragon! Fem! Reader

Yaoyorozu Momo

Momo was sitting on a rock in the middle of the woods, reading a book about new material that she would like to learn how to make with her quirk. Class 1A was taking a trip to a local shrine for the spring. Since you guys had some down time on one of the days, Momo and you decided to go out to do some extra training near by on area that was ok.

She was finishing up her page when she noticed a gust of wind that begun to pick up around her. It slowly begun to mess with the pages of her book, causing them to flap faster as it picked up. Momo smiled as she knew who exactly it was that was causing it. She looked up and used her hands to block out the sun, seeing the outline of a large dragon. It’s bright orange scales seeming to glitter a bit in the sun as it lowered closer to the ground.

Momo smiled happily and gave it a small wave.

“I’m glad you are back so soon!” She yelled, her grin not wavering 

The dragon suddenly disappeared from the sky. In it’s place, you fell from the lower height and landed safely on the ground. You brushed off your hands a bit before running over to give her huge hug.

Momo picked you up and held you close to her, nuzzling into your neck. You giggled happily as you took in her affection.

“I wasn’t even gone that long!” You laughed 

Jiro Kyoka

“Babe, I love you but I am not doing that.” Jiro said in a nervous tone, shaking her no as she looked down towards you.

“Oh come on! I will be fun!” You said with a begging tone and pouting face. 

“No way! I don’t do heights” She said avoiding eye contact with you. Jiro knew that she would crack if she say the puppy eyes that you were pulling. 

Jiro had a fear of heights and hated being any where that wasn’t on the ground. But you wanted to help get over it and yet have a cute moment with her. You suggested that you use your quirk and she climbs on to your back. You even promised that you wouldn’t let anything to happen with her.

“Jiro...” You said reaching up to cup her face so that she had to look at you. Her cheeks were warming up as her skin turned into a cherry red color.

“H-Hm?” Jiro hummed shakily as she tried to keep her composure and be firm.

“Do you trust me?”

“Y-Yeah of course I do.”

“Then nothing can possibly happen to you while we are up there” You said gently kissing her forehead

Jiro groaned while in defeat before placing her face into the palms of her hands.

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Jiro had a tight death grip on your thick blue neck. Your quirk allowed to turn very large dragon with a slender body. Your wingspan was small for your size but still outsize any human especially your girlfriend. Your scales were large enough for her to hold to the edges for extra grip. 

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this” She screamed as she looked straight ahead into the sky.

You huffed happily, not being able to talk in this state of your quirk. You were taking it very slow as to not shake her off or freak her out. Your wings would flap occasionally to keep you two in the air. You were proud of her for trying something new and taking a step closer to getting over her fear.

Toga Himiko

Toga was chilling in her bed with you, her head on your chest listening to your heartbeat. She happily hummed as she did her best to snuggle more into you. The two of you decided that tonight was one of those nights to lazy around and watch some cute shows and spend some bonding time. 

The show you guys were currently watching a fantasy movie about a princess who was living in a tower that was protected by the dragon. It turned out that the dragon was a young knight that could shapeshift and was trying to protect her from the evil queen. Toga was so hypnotize by it that once the twist came out on who the dragon was, she quickly reached over to the control to pause the movie. 

She sat up, her knees bent so it rested on the bed, and pointed at the TV. She was giggling happily and bouncing a bit.

“Honey! It’s us! This movie is us!” She squealed, her feet kicking a bit against the bed.

You smiled as you playfully looked between her and the TV. You pulled a confused face and tapped your chin as if deep in thought.

“I don’t know, beautiful, I don’t really see it” You said, causing her to pout a bit. 

Toga pulled out her phone and quickly showed you her home page screen saver. It was you in your dragon form and her. Your yellow body laid on the ground with your head pushed into the ground. Toga laid her whole body on your head as if trying to give you a big hug.

“You can’t tell me that! Look at this! This movie is about us!” She claimed as she leaned over so that she can make you compare the picture with the TV

“Ah. Ok I can kinda see it” You joked before giving her cheek a big kiss causing her to gasp.

[layelli]

BNHA girls when invited to the movies

[xreader if the characters were brutally IC]

Uraraka

It's Friday afternoon and the last bell has just rung. You get up from your seat, gather all of your courage and tap Uraraka on the shoulder. "Hey, ehm, are you— are you free tomorrow afternoon?"

She put on her thinking face, shot a look at Midoriya, and said, "I don't know if Deku has something planned but… yes, I'm free!"

"Great!" Midoriya is always in the way, "There's this new movie that seems really cool, we can go together…?"

"Oh," she rubbed her neck while she blushed, "thank you but— I don't think I can afford it."

"True! Sorry I didn't mean to—"

"It's fine, it's fine," Uraraka shakes her hands in the air with an easy smile on her lips. At least you didn't offend her.

"I've got an idea! It's not the movies but I have a small tv in my room, we could watch something there." Hopefully she'll say yes.

"That's such a great idea! We can make popcorn in the common room!" Uraraka's eyes were sparkling. She hugged you briefing and waved goodbye, "See you tomorrow!"

+

Yaoyorozu

When you invited Yaoyorozu to the movies this was not what you expected. You are sitting in a large, dark room, with dozens of chairs and a screen that occupies an entire wall; An old and elegant man is making popcorn. Nothing strange for a cinema but you were in Yaoyorozu's house. With all your classmates.

Your plan for a romantic afternoon evaporated the moment Yaoyorozu had happily announced that everyone was invited to her house. But, even if you weren't alone, you had managed to hold Momo's hand for the entirety of the movie.

[mysteriawrites]

Hello and thank you for the request. Sorry I couldn’t get to this sooner. DRUMROLL PLEASE!!!

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

YAOYAROZU MOMO!!!

Momo is honestly your light and savior sometimes. She takes care of you when you forget to take care of yourself, and you remind her to have confidence and believe in her own self-worth.

You guys met through your parents. You both come from rich influential families so it was no surprise that they would become business partners and you two would meet as a result of that.

You weren’t very close at first, you weren’t enemies either. It was more like an I know of him/her family friend kind of relationship. Overtime however you did begin to consider each other genuine friends.

When you two got into UA together you promised to stick together and look out for each other even if you were soon to be rivals.

Time went on, seasons changed, the school year went on, and tragedy stuck over and over. However, through these experiences you two began to see new sides of each other.

You began to see how much of a strong capable leader Momo was despite how little confidence she had in herself. Momo saw how despite how quiet and shy you were, you were actually quite strong, could hold your own, and would do anything to protect your friends. Especially her.

Soon you two began to fall for each other. Since you were friends for so long however it became awkward, and you were both afraid of ruining your friendship. However, despite how oblivious you two were to each other’s feelings, everyone around you knew.

Class 1-A knew, Class 1-B knew, even the teachers had a bet going on if either of you would ever fess up and admit it to the other. Eventually everyone got tired of you guys’ mutual pinning cliche. So, a plan was hatched to finally get you guys together.

One morning you woke up to a text from Momo asking if you guys could meet after school. The text made it sound very serious which made you very nervous.

You went to the place where she asked you to meet, and as expected she was there early. You ask her what she wanted to talk about, but she just looks at you confused. She said she thought you asked her here. It was then you realized what your friends had done. Despite the awkward situation, you decided now was the best time if any to shoot your shot.

So, you mustered up all your courage, and confessed to Momo. You had your eyes closed while you did so, but when you opened them, you saw that she was beat red. You started sputtering apologies worrying that you had embarrassed her, but she cut you off and told you how she liked you too.

And that is how you became the very adorkable couple of UA. You and Momo are so cute. She loves to spoil you with her money because in her opinion there is no better way to use it. Despite yourself not being rich you try to pay for her when you can and shower her in affection.

Dates with you two can be very split. Despite being a rich girl Momo enjoys simple and traditional dates like dinner and a movie or having a picnic. Sometimes however she will use her rich girl privileges to get you into cool events she knows you would like.

You may feel like you're taking advantage of your wonderful girlfriend, but nothing makes her happier than getting to show her love for you whether it involves money or not.

[melancholymegumi]

MORE MOMMY MOMO & UNCLE IIDA 🙏🙏🙏🙏

yes, let's talk about it.

warnings : spanking , paddle mentioned , toys usage , oral (momo receiving)

we've talked about mommy momo leaving you with uncle iida, but what if she's also punishing you? But of course, she doesn't intervene with the number 5 hero. She's getting herself off with her dildo while you're getting spanked. and what does she do when you beg her to tell your uncle to be gentle? nothing. All she said was “be good for your uncle sweetie. don't– haah. whine.” and just kept continuing riding that stupid dildo!

all while you were getting spanked with a vibrator on your clit. Your uncle really doesn't know what mercy even is at this point, he even went as far as to use a paddle. Asking you to stop pushing his hands or covering your ass– it'll only make everything worse.

After that , he puts the vibrator on low. Seeing your cunt messy and sticky from your own fluid. You thought he was finally being nice? oh no sweetheart. Seconds after letting you catch your breath, he shoved your face towards your mommy’s cunt. Not letting you lift your head, soon letting your mommy take over and hold your face down. “Think of this as an apology for being such a brat to your mommy”. Was all he said until he started slowly sliding into your warm cunny, the vibrator's speed getting higher.

[1001gallery]

pandora. chap. 1 - Before Light, There was Darkness

masterlist | chap. 2

a/n - if you read the first time this chapter came out...

no you didn't

The city of Musutafu watched as their shadows disappeared.

Once thin, wispy strands of clouds now carried veins of grey bleeding into the white, the city being engulfed in inky dark sky. Day turning to night in only seconds.

Along with the shadows went the sun blocked by the ever growing storm cloud. The air chilling as the ones on the street watched the spectacle, some with their eyes, while others took behind their phone screens recording the moment, wondering if they would get more than just a storm.

Their words caught by the wind as it wound its way from the sea through the coastal city.

Up and over the beach to the grassy hill as a mother sighed watching the damp-haired children play, complaining to the ones around her of how someone could ruin this day. The importance of it all. Some nodded their agreement as their eyes landed back to the children's screams of joy. 

"I'm All Might!"

"Fat Gum!"

"Can I be All Might?"

Twisting and turning through the densely packed cityscape that seldom felt overcrowded, two young men ambled. Steps unsteady as they focus on a cellphone, the screen showing white clouds, gangly veins of grey soon following.

"-ems to be out of control."

"But no rain. Could it be some type of gas Quirk?"

The leaves were a whispering audience, tumbling around the wheels of cars as they were shot into the air by the different slips of wind. Others drifting along, going higher and higher till they reached the top of the multi-story buildings.

Flipping backward and continuing forward as strong gusts blew them further north. Where the thickest and darkest clouds converged.

Just as things do, the leaves found gravity and fluttered down, skipping as it scratched the pavement, joining in a chorus as trees blew along. Moving below swings as they creaked and swung filling the playground void of laughter.

The wind formed around the structure, creating an invisible outline as it climbed to the top, cocooning a body. Still and Silent.

You heard it before you felt it. Rustling of the trees that border the width of the playground. The slithering of wind as it came up the slide wrapping itself around you.

Whooshing past your ears. Whispering. Laughing.

"Why are you lying? My mom says lying is bad."

"All Might is a real hero!"

Didn't your mom tell you it's bad to yell at other people? You thought as your arm that came up to wipe your nose froze, the sound of marbles clicking together makes you stop.

"It's a bracelet! That's a bracelet!"

Talisman. A talisman, not a bracelet. Stupid. You wiped your nose once more before placing your arm in your lap, the two marbles falling. One hitting the side of the slide while the other lay underneath your hand. Bound by the string wrapped around your wrist. 

What do they know of heroes? What do they know of the mountain your hero is? A twitch of fingers wrap around the one marble, its surface uneven.

Was. That your hero was. Your eyes begin to sting from the wind. It's always the wind.

Stupid kids, stupid All Might, stupid Heroes.

If only you didn't open your mouth. If only they weren't stupid and understood you. If only you weren't the problem.

Looking up as another burst of wind comes from behind, you see two lampposts sat on either side of the playground, the only lighting offered to the front of you. While behind - marbles colliding against the metal, ringing - as you grip the slide's bars to keep from falling down, was the jungle gym. 

Behind the jungle gym, a blue fence separated the playground from the apartments. The sidewalk beyond the fence shined brighter as three lampposts were spaced out. One on the left, one in the center, and one to the right.

It was all the same in the end. You were alone.

Even in your short-lived life, even with the experience of the eyes that followed your family. Your young self was taught to not mind the people around, that you are you, and nothing is better than that. You still couldn’t help it.

The hope of a friend.

Maybe that’s why your body found itself on top of the playground’s structure. Waiting for someone to come, didn’t kids like to play at the park?

Huffing that ended in your inhale stuttering, you settled back to the front. Letting go of the bars as you slid down, the sting in your eyes worsening.

Silent as your feet met ground, your hand formed a fist achingly tight as it wound around the marbles, to the point it felt like they would burst. You hoped it would always be like this - dark, windy, the smell of rain, the safety the darkness held - it would be better than when the sun was out and the days were loud and happy.

A cold swept your body, wind hitting your back. Your throat filled with an icy feeling, you coughed to clear it away. Only to be in time with another sound.

Your head snapped up. You couldn’t have imagined it. The leaves crunching were steady. The sound of something skipping along the pavement came with it. You looked to your right just where the lamppost was used as a mark between the neighboring houses and playground - there! The shadow that followed as a rock bounced along the length of the sidewalk.

Heartbeat quickening as your knuckle cracked from your hold. The one who walked came into view.

His blonde spiked hair never moved in the wind. A net of some sort sat on his shoulder, the hand closest to you swung as he walked, in no rush to get home even with the storm clouds overhead. Yet the most prominent feature, he looked to be your age.

Your eyes glued to him as he continued his strut, never once looking in the direction of the playground. The boy had already reached halfway when your chest tightened, the heat in your head running cold. You wanted to call him. You wanted to scream, but all that came out was a held back whine.

He wasn’t going to see you.

Please see me. Please. Please. Please. A gust once again blew at your back, rustling the surrounding trees as it made contact with the boy. His head snapped in your direction as if you had been the one to ruffle his clothes.

Eyes widening, body shooting straight up a thought came to your child’s mind. Did you finally find a friend? But all too well, even with the distance between you two, you saw as his eyes bulged.

Net swinging down at such force, it broke in two, hitting the ground. His fist clenched, eyes turning into a scowl, “What do you want, HUH!” The boy’s nostrils flared, standing to his full height even if he were close to being five-years-old.

“You creep!” Throwing the net back over his shoulder, handing by a thread, the blonde shoved his free hand in his shorts pocket. Clicking his tongue as he disappeared around the corner.

Cut from strings your shoulders slumped, bones cracking again as you loosened your hold around the now sweat covered marbles. Landing in your lap as the world ebbed away. The sting once brought from the wind now numbed to the familiar pins growing in your heart, spreading to your whole chest.

Lap, shoes, and ground mixed and blurred together even as your eyes dried.

It was your fault. YOU. you. you. you. yo- A blob of red.

 The blonde haired eyes were red. Did he see a monster sitting on the slide?

“Um..” The red took form in the shape of shoes. Shoes that shared the same space as your own colourless ones.

“There’s a storm coming,” This voice wasn’t rough. It was higher pitched, small. “You- you should go home.”

Home. You could never go home. Why are his hands bawled?

You crawled into yourself more, the movement seemed to spur the boy as his fists tightened.

“Are you o-” “YN!”

Thump. You know that voice. Thump. The string around your wrist rubs against your skin. Thump. When did it get so cold? Thump. Would you ever be able to go home?

Red shoes pointed to the direction of your grandmother’s voice.

“Hi-um. Hello.” The boy’s second attempt sounded more respectful toward the elder. Footsteps you knew by heart moved closer but never made it to you or Red Shoes.

“Thank you, child.” Her voice was breathy and drawled. Your head lowered. You could no longer see past your lap. Your hands felt like ice. “Come now, the storm is about to break.”

You wait till Red Shoes moves, moving around in a wide arc, coming up beside your grandmother. 

Red Shoes must have done something as Obaa clears her throat, “You, too-”

“Izuku. Midoriya Izuku, ma’am.”

“Izuku, come along.”

You see hands swatting their dismissal in your peripheral. Before any words can leave him, Obaa has already turned her back on you two. Dipping your eyes as the boy follows after your grandmother, a flash of a green box around Red Sh- Izuku’s waist, the only thing you see as you follow behind. The voice of Izuku quieting when he realized Obaa’s words were final.

Turning a corner, you were met by the back of an apartment building. It was nothing like you ever saw. 

Koi streamers hung from the railings of the balconies, decorating the cement coloured buildings. Green. Black mixing with red and blue. Pink and a dash of blue created one koi's scales. Long and short, they hung to signify the parents and children. You spotted one with its fins, like wings. Yet as wind filled their paper bodies, bringing them to life, the koi swam.

Their soft rustling echoing as you three made it to the front of the building. Izuku bows and thanks your grandmother for walking him home even when a few minutes before he had been adamant in his own to walk back alone.

“No one should be in a storm alone. You have a goodnight, Izuku.” He bows once more before turning and opening the door of the apartment building. Warm air blasting out as it mingles with the wind from outside. 

Red shoes are already halfway through the threshold holding open the door when they hesitate. Shuffle. And turn. Pointing directly at you.

“It was nice to meet you-”

Izuku was doing what your grandmother had, leaving room for you to introduce yourself. Your voice felt croaky and quiet, more air than sound, “Yn.”

“Y-” His voice pitched up in question as he sounded the first letter, his body leaning towards you, and you saw green. Green box hanging in the air as his body leaned to catch your vision. Green bushy hair. Green eyes that were more beautiful than anything you had ever seen. You felt your body stiffen as you pulled away, heart uncomfortably speeding up as your hands came up to your stomach as if it would make a wall between you and the boy.

Baby, you thought. Having to have Obaa tell him your name because your voice would not come out.

“Yn-chan.” The door closed, and with it came a burst of warm air filling your chest even as the wind continued to thrash around the awning. The way he said your name, those eyes that locked on yours for a second.

There was fear. But his eyes were kind. He was kind.

A strong gust with dust and all whipped in your face, breaking you out of your reverie as the silence was filled with your grandma’s labored breathing. It had been getting worse. You watched as she slowly declined ever since you showed up at her door. Wheezing for breath after only a couple of steps. Having to sit on a chair in order to cook food for the both of you. 

Ever since you came.

You try to ignore the ache settling in your legs in your chest. It was your fault for how your grandma was, how you ran off, and had her search for you. But the children’s laughter, their mocking, grew in your head.

Looking to the woman you hurt, you found her eyes already on you. Your own falling to the side, followed by her sighing as she leaned heavily to her left and all in one motion shuffled towards you. Reaching down to grab your hand but found your wrist instead only to blink and hold nothing but space as you thrust your way out of her grasp, coming out of the cover of the awning.

A single drop of rain hitting your head.

“Yn.” It was a commanding voice with no room to argue, “I have traveled all evening to find you. I am passed the age as to pretend my body is fine.” You never knew, but she saw how your back spoke for it all.

I hurt everyone I love. I’ve already hurt you. Looking to the ground as she sighed, she sent a prayer, somewhere, to someone. Asking for the strength needed.

“Come here, child. Now.” After a few seconds, you moved back to her silently. She gripped your shoulder, limping severely as her body weight leaned on you for support.

“Rain is to be enjoyed under a roof, where you go to bed warm and wake up dry.” Your steps were slow and steady as you made your way back to the home your grandmother spoke of. The sky rumbling in the distance.

Yet not one drop fell. Not when the door to the house closed. Not when your bones grew weary, your breathing uneven as the pins and needles grew underneath your skin. Hands pinching and clawing your back as you lay in bed.

The first drops came when your grandmother hobbled her way over and found strength to tuck you in. Your body sighing with relief as the hands melted into the warmth of the mattress.

The rhythmic slow descending rain was your lullaby, eyes growing heavy as your consciousness slipped into darkness.

Only then did the storm break. Lightning cracking and thunder booming as rain beat heavily on the roof, wind howling as it moved the trees to dance hauntingly.

Even so, you slept through it all. Dreams only a blur as they filled with green.

masterlist | chap. 2

[reverie-starlight]

fem!reader, no physical description, you’re basically her PR person. pro hero!momo, in my mind you're both in your twenties.

secret mutual pining, kinda fluffy, maybe the closest thing to angst you’ll get from me for now <3

pining for momo yaoyorozu and not realizing it’s mutual.

you’ve known her for years, now. you didn’t have the pleasure of knowing her in high school, but she often mentions how much closer she feels to you than anyone who did.

you work for her behind the scenes, help her with her social media, book talk shows and interviews… but maybe more importantly, you’re someone she can rely on.

a friend.

you’re not sure exactly how you came to be so close, but you certainly don’t mind at all. you remember being at her side from the start of both of your careers, so you’ve truly grown together, in and out of the workplace.

a best friend.

you’re also not sure exactly when you begin to fall for her, but you don’t dare question it. in fact, you try your best to push it down out of fear you’ll ruin the best thing you’ve ever been a part of.

she’s spent so many phone calls with you singing your praises and thanking you for all of your support, unknowingly causing butterflies to erupt within you.

she cries in your arms when the days just get too much to handle, and then you're soothing her to sleep, letting her rest in your bed, getting in next to her. these are all things a good friend would do, wouldn't even think twice of. you watch her breathe, press your cheek to her hair and continue to stroke up and down her back... you play pretend for a moment and it's so very clear...

there's no way you could ever see her as just a friend.

one night, weeks later, you dream of leaning your head on her arm in the backseat of a car. you’re laughing together and she’s talking about something you can’t register because dream-you is too busy making note of the warmth of her toned arm. even from years of hero work, her skin is silky smooth. wounds endured have now faded into pale scars, bumps and bruises have disappeared for the time being.

the following morning, you’re barely able to look at her without thinking of the kiss you shared and the loving words you both whispered.

that same day, she comes back from patrol with new scrapes and bruises, but you notice that instead of heading to the infirmary she had been so adamant on adding to the floor plans of her agency’s building, she comes right to you.

and you gladly patch her up, even if it’s clumsy and not nearly as good of a job as the nurses could do. you apologize and she just smiles and thanks you.

neither of you say anything about your clasped hands or how you’re running your thumb over hers.

and poor momo doesn’t understand what’s happening to her. she’s not so unaware of her own feelings that she doesn’t know she’s falling for her best friend, but she’s conflicted.

do you feel the same? would you be disgusted with her for having feelings for someone who is still technically her employee and coworker? no, she’ll push it down and try to forget about it.

it’s safer that way, she reasons.

she’ll do talk shows and brush off any questions about her love life, subconsciously letting her eyes flicker to you for a moment. she hates the interviewer for asking her that with you in the room, not really understanding why she feels guilty when you’re not even together.

even her friends from high school have begun to comment on how close the two of you seem, teasing her about how she gets starry eyed when you’re close by.

one night she dreams that you’re cooking with her in her penthouse apartment, stealing kisses and cuddling on the couch. her dream self does her best to memorize every second of it- the feel of your hands on her with a sort of gentleness she’s never felt from you before. the smell of your perfume, one she remembers your dream-self saying she picked out just for your date.

she can’t look at your properly the next morning without remembering how you looked twisted so comfortably in her sheets under different circumstances than you normally would be.

later that same day, she decides to go straight to you after patrol, praying to whoever would listen that you’d patch her up and she could feel your hands on her again. no matter how brief and how cold in comparison to what she had experienced in her dreams, she'll take it.

because she's pining, and anything is better than nothing.

and you'll continue to do it for the same reasons.

neither of you will say anything yet, out of fear of changing something that's healthier than any other relationship both of you have ever been in, so strong, so good, despite not even being together.

but maybe one day you won’t just be dreaming.

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hmmmm idk folks, I hope it didn't get confusing at any point. I'm trying a whole bunch of different styles, so I figured this would be interesting at best. and I desperately needed to write for momo, she's my everything <3

(I am so open to expanding on this in the future btw, I'm a sucker for fluffy bnha girls)

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Momo Yaoyorozu x Sub Male Reader — Aftercare

so, i'm currently at the ophthalmologist and i remembered that i forgot to write the aftercare. aftercare is not an option guys ! after you've had sex with your partner, whether it's in a dom/sub relationship or in a normal sexual relation, it's good to take care of your partner and vice-versa. make sure to remind them they're loved and were perfect, compliment them, kiss their complex, etc etc

aged-up momo

tw : food

Momo's aftercare, as it should be, is sooo sweet.

No need to get out of bed, she'll just materialize whatever both of you need with her quirk. A plaid ? Food ? Water ? Leave it to her.

She'll take you in her arms, putting your head on her chest, and kissing your forehead. She'll run her fingers through your hair while whispering praises and compliments in your ear.

"You did so good, baby. You're the best partner i could've ever imagined. I love you so much, Darling."

With your consent, of course, she'll tease you a bit too. Passing her hand near your ass, she'll rub her body against yours, and probably your cock against her pussy, too. If you're up for a 2nd round, it'll be much more of a sweet and passionate sex.

She'll prepare a hot bath for both of you. Not too hot, not too cold. If you're too tired to even walk, she'll place a hand in your back, the other under your knees, as you crawl to her, a sooth and relaxed face with a smile.

If you want it too, she'll turn on Netflix, and both of you would watch a show or an anime, crawling each other in the spoon position. She can either be the big or the little spoon, it's your choice.

If you have some complex, whether it's a part of your body or your weight, she'll kiss everything that you hate about yourself, complimenting you too.

I see her putting a plaid above you two, a plaid that she created herself. She'll also create a snack if you're hungry, your favourite snack.

If you're sleepy, she'll gladly let you sleep on her, your head in the crook of her neck or her chest. She'll fall asleep after you've fell asleep, and it's not negotiable. She'll help you to fall asleep with rubbing your back gently or running her fingers through your hair.