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POV : you have been scrolling for the past hour and all you see is SMUT

Please...life is lot more than fucking🙏🏻

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this gojo cosplayer i always see on my fyp... LIKE UHMMM

— alexbleh00 on tiktok! 🫣

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PLEASE MAKE AYANOKOJI TRYING TO TEACH TO HIS GF BUT SHE IS LIKE JUST FLIRTING WITH HIM AND HE IS LIKE "GIRL PLS FOCUS" (on respectful way like he is normal for once and like they have a good relationship, he loves her and SHE loves him) PLS I BEG U 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Focus

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"Focus..." Ayanokoji mumbled as you gripped his arm your pencil laid off to the side body pressed against his as he had a study guide out for you. You laughed softly and kissed his cheek then nose and then forehead but never kissed his mouth. "y/n" he said lifting your head up his finger under your chin. "You need to focus on studying unless you want to fail." He said and you huffed and giggled before nodding. When you face forward you layed your hand on his leg fingers creeping up. He caugh your fingers with his hand and gave you a pointed look as he sighed "I swear you are hopeless" he mumbled. "Hey whats that mean?" You said before grinning "Fine I'll pay attention!" You said and grabbed your pencil.

Your fingers then slowl-

"I give up. You can't focus."

"yes I can!"

"No you can't."

"....I love you"

Sigh "I love you too..."

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awhhhh

GENTLE HANDS . 1.4k

⌗ synopsis: after another rough patrol leaves eraserhead injured, he finds himself in the UA infirmary once again under your gentle care.

⌗ pairing: shota aizawa x assistant nurse!reader

⌗ anon request: “hi!! i was curious if you could write a one-shot of shota aizawa x coworker/nurse!reader, where she helps with recovery girl and looks after him when he gets hurt after patrols or any other scenarios you can think of? i feel like he would be so sweet and really admire her for how dedicated she is to healing and taking care of him when he’s most vulnerable, putting his trust in her (T ^ T) also, it’s up to you if you’d like to include a healing quirk or not :3 thanks a bunch, i hope you have a good day!! <3”

⌗ a/n: tysm for requesting this!! sry for this not being my best post with my usual style of writing, I was kinda rushing..

the infirmary was quiet at 2:47 am, save for the soft hum of medical equipment and your pen scratching against clipboard paper. you'd grown accustomed to these late-night shifts, especially since recovery girl had begun relying on you more heavily. your healing quirk wasn't as powerful as hers—you couldn't instantly mend bones or close wounds—but you could accelerate the body's natural healing process and, more importantly, ease pain with just a touch.

the infirmary door creaked open, and you didn't need to look up to know who it was. the familiar shuffle of tired feet, the quiet grunt of someone trying not to show how much they were hurting—shota aizawa had a particular way of entering your domain.

"rough patrol?" you asked softly, finally glancing up from your paperwork.

aizawa stood in the doorway, his hero costume torn at the shoulder, a dark stain spreading across the fabric. his usually neat hair was even more disheveled than usual, and you could see the exhaustion weighing on his shoulders like a physical burden.

"nothing i can't handle," he muttered, but the way he favored his left side told a different story.

you set down your pen and stood, moving toward him with practiced ease. "that's what you said last week when you had three cracked ribs."

"they healed fine."

"because you let me help." you gestured toward the examination bed. "come on, aizawa. you know the routine by now."

he hesitated for a moment—he always did—before slowly making his way to the bed. trust didn't come easily to shota aizawa, but over the months you'd been working together, you'd noticed the walls coming down brick by brick.

"what happened this time?" you asked, washing your hands at the small sink.

"villain with a concrete manipulation quirk. got caught between a rock and a hard place, literally." he winced as he tried to remove his capture weapon. "building came down faster than i anticipated."

you moved to help him, your fingers gentle as you unwound the familiar gray fabric. "and you threw yourself in harm's way to protect civilians, didn't you?"

"it's my job."

"your job is to stop villains, not be a human shield." you set his capture weapon aside carefully—you knew how much it meant to him. "though i suppose that's part of what makes you a good hero."

aizawa's dark eyes met yours briefly before looking away. compliments always seemed to make him uncomfortable, but you'd noticed he never contradicted you anymore when you spoke about his heroic nature.

"let me see," you said softly, your hands hovering over his torn costume.

he nodded, and you began to carefully peel away the damaged fabric. the injury was worse than he'd let on—a deep gash across his shoulder blade, surrounded by angry bruises that would bloom darker by morning.

"aizawa," you breathed, concern evident in your voice.

"i've had worse."

"that doesn't make this better." you moved to gather supplies, your movements efficient but unhurried. "you need to stop downplaying your injuries. what if this had been infected? what if—"

"but it's not." his voice was quiet, almost gentle. "because you're here."

the simple statement made your heart skip, but you focused on preparing the antiseptic. "i won't always be here for every patrol, every fight."

"i know." there was something in his voice, a vulnerability he rarely showed. "i just... i've gotten used to having someone who cares whether i make it back in one piece."

you paused in your preparations, looking at him over your shoulder. "aizawa..."

"i know it's your job," he continued, staring down at his hands. "but it doesn't feel like just a job when you're the one doing it."

your chest tightened at his words. over the past year, what had started as professional care had evolved into something deeper. the way he trusted you with his pain, the way he actually listened when you scolded him about taking better care of himself, the way he sometimes fell asleep during treatments and you'd find yourself watching the peaceful expression on his usually guarded face.

"it's not just a job," you admitted quietly, returning to his side with the medical supplies. "not anymore."

he looked up at you then, really looked, and you saw something shift in his expression.

"this might sting," you warned, gently cleaning the wound.

he barely flinched, too used to pain, but when you placed your palm against his uninjured shoulder and activated your quirk, you felt him relax under your touch. the soft, warm energy flowed between you, not enough to heal him completely, but enough to ease the worst of his pain and kick-start his recovery.

"better?" you asked.

"always is, with you."

you began stitching the deeper part of the cut, your movements careful and precise. aizawa watched you work, and you could feel the weight of his gaze.

"you're different when you're working," he observed quietly.

"different how?"

"confident. sure of yourself. it's... attractive."

you nearly dropped your needle. "aizawa—"

"shota," he corrected. "i think we're past formalities."

your hands stilled for a moment. "shota, then."

"i've been thinking," he continued, his voice low and thoughtful. "about what you said. about not always being here."

"it's just the reality of—"

"i don't want there to be a time when you're not here." the words came out in a rush, as if he'd been holding them back for too long. "not just as my healer. as... more."

you finished the last stitch, your hands trembling slightly. "what are you saying?"

"i'm saying that somewhere between the first time you scolded me for not coming in sooner and last week when you fell asleep in the chair next to my bed, i realized i trust you with more than just my injuries." he reached up, his fingers barely brushing yours. "i trust you with everything."

your breath caught. "shota..."

"i know i'm not easy to care about. i'm too stubborn, too reckless, too—"

"too selfless," you interrupted, finally meeting his eyes. "too brave. too willing to sacrifice yourself for others." you set down your medical tools and turned to face him fully. "too afraid to believe you deserve to be cared for."

"do i?" the question was barely a whisper. "deserve it?"

instead of answering with words, you leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, your quirk naturally activating to soothe away the tension lines that lived there permanently.

"every day," you whispered against his skin. "every single day."

when you pulled back, his eyes were soft in a way you'd never seen before.

"the healing thing," he said quietly. "it's not just your quirk, is it?"

you smiled, understanding what he meant. "no. it's not."

"good," he murmured, his hand finding yours. "because i think i need both kinds of healing."

"lucky for you," you said, squeezing his hand gently, "i'm not going anywhere."

for the first time since you'd known him, shota aizawa smiled—really smiled—and you realized that sometimes the most profound healing happened not with quirks or medicine, but with trust, time, and the simple act of caring for someone who'd forgotten they were worth caring for.

"now," you said, reaching for a bandage, "let me finish patching you up so you can get some actual rest."

"will you stay?" he asked, then quickly added, "just until i fall asleep. these beds aren't exactly comfortable, and sometimes the nightmares..."

"i'll stay as long as you need," you promised, beginning to wrap his shoulder with practiced care. "that's what people do when they care about each other."

"i'm still learning that," he admitted.

"then i'll keep teaching you."

as you finished tending to his wounds, shota settled back against the pillows, his eyes already growing heavy. you dimmed the lights and settled into the chair beside his bed—the same chair you'd occupied so many nights before, but this time felt different. this time, you weren't just his healer.

"thank you," he murmured as sleep began to take him.

"for what?"

"for seeing something in me worth saving."

your heart ached with the sweetness of it, with the trust implicit in his words. "there was always something worth saving, shota. you just had to let me show you."

his breathing evened out, and you watched the peaceful expression settle over his features. tomorrow, he'd probably try to return to patrol too soon, and you'd have to scold him into taking proper time to recover. tomorrow, you'd have to figure out what this new dynamic meant for your professional relationship, for the careful boundaries you'd built.

but tonight, you simply held his hand in the quiet darkness of the infirmary, your quirk humming softly to ease any pain that might disturb his rest, and marveled at how the strongest people were often the ones who most needed someone to catch them when they fell.

and you'd be there to catch him, every time.

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When I say height doesn’t matter the rule only applies to this motherfucker

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pls he’s so cool why did he have to go and be all genocidal

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☹️☹️☹️

experiencing romantic jealousy over a fictional character has gotta be one of the most painful, humiliating feelings ever. esp when they’re commonly shipped with someone else or in a canon pairing. the pain in your stomach nd the way your heart hurts. sometimes you feel like you could actually cry. like actual dread 💔

and then the wave of anxiety & shame hits because you know damn well it's not normal. but because you're so ashamed you feel like you have no one to talk abt it with. i genuinely wonder if i'm normal or well sometimes

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AWHH MY POOKIE DOOKIES

The east blue crew were so cute as kids🥰

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levi is a total gentleman at heart. regardless of his stoic and mean demeanor, he is really respectful towards women. (go ahead and ignore what happened with historia and him in the manga for me real quick :p)

even if its in small ways, i think he does show more respect to women then men. like he'd never hit a girl (unless they were his enemy he had to fight of course) and even then, he wouldn't like it. he has more class to him. he'd move out of the way in a crowded space, letting them go first, defending them when someone gets too touchy or disturbing, opening doors for them, pulling a chair out for them to sit..

weather they're just a cadet or a female in his life, he'd be a lot more gentle with them than he is with men.

he hates seeing women get disrespected, maybe it's because he grew up seeing it happen to his mother, so he definitely wouldn't let that happen to other females in his life. if he saw a man being disrespectful, he'd get in between the two, blocking the man's vision from her.

"thats no way to speak to a lady, now is it?"

it's just apart of his morals, he takes on his duty's very seriously, as a soldier and as a man.

more quotes 𓂃۶ৎ

"please, sit down."

"here, let me handle it."

"i'll take care of it."

"it was a pleasure meeting you, ma'm."

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anime men who are the definition of:

“wear what you want, i know how to fight.”

IWAZUMI, chuuya, E R E N, Mikey, MIGUEL, Natsu, Laxus, Bakugo, Shinsou, Levi, Jean, Oda, Atsumu & Osamu, Ban, KARMA (he’d start the fight tbh) Akutagawa, Suna, Guren, Yami, & Asta (but who knows if he’ll win)

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HEHEHFHDHDHDHEHIEJSNSJFJDNDJGNGNFNFKFJEMF TUIS IS SO CUTE I CWNT

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 ; k. akabane

❀ - fluff, female x reader, oneshot

italics = internal monologue/flashback

↳ ੈ‧₊˚ ┊͙ “𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙, 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠.”

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“so you really expect me to believe that karma likes me? and where did you hear this from?” i ask nakamura.

how’d i get into this conversation? well more like how’d i get myself into this situation.

i’m strapped into a chair inside our classroom, being interrogated about how i feel towards a certain red head.

apparently nakamura overheard the boys rating different girls in our class on the last school trip we took to kyoto, and rumor has it that karma has feels for me.

do i believe any of this? no.

do i also wanna find out what karma said about me? yes.

“i promise to you that that’s what i heard from isogai and maehara!” she replied.

“…well what else did you hear? what did he say exactly? and can i get out of this stupid chair!” i respond.

“not until we come up with a good plan for you to confess your feelings to karma! and you have to agree to do it!” fuwa exclaims loudly.

“i’m so glad that the majority of the class isn’t here to witness this…”

“alright, fine. what’s your plan?” i ask the two girls.

“well for starters, we must know if you and karma have done any coupley stuff before! like have you guys kissed, held hands, hugged? anything of that sort?” nakamura starts.

my mind swirls with romantic moments we’ve experienced together, especially the first time we kissed.

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“y/n, y/n, y/n, y/n-“ karma says while flicking my forehead.

“what the fuck do you want? i’m actually trying to study for once.” i ask while swatting his hand away.

“you’re so cute when you get mad.” he says.

“the fuck are you talking about?” i ask while hiding my face, trying to hide my flustered expression.

he grabs my hands, taking them away from my face, and brings his face close to mine.

if teasing was a person, he’d be karma akabane.

i’m studying his facial features, absolutely enamoured by them.

deep down, i wouldn’t mind if he kissed me right now.

at the same time, i don’t know what our friendship would turn into if he did.

it’s like he read my mind.

in an instant, he brings his hand to my face, rubbing my lip with his thumb.

i wait until he brings his lips to mine, giving him complete access to my mouth.

it felt so good to finally kiss him, experiencing his hands travel all over my body was a feeling that i’ve yearned for since i first realized my feelings for him.

his hand travels from the back of my head to my neck, gently pushing himself deeper into my mouth.

if i died right now, at this very moment, i’d die happy.

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thinking back on that memory made me realize, i didn’t care at the moment if our friendship got ruined by that.

thankfully, it didn’t. i’d describe our friendship as a flirty friendship definitely, but not serious enough as to where i’d call it a “situationship”.

answering nakamura’s question, i say yes.

her and fuwa look at each other, the room becomes dead silent.

“YES WHAT?” they both say as wobbling the chair i was sitting in.

“YES WE’VE DONE ROMANTIC STUFF!” i say, trying to defend myself.

“LIKE WHAT?!” nakamura says.

as they’re trying to get me to tell them about the stuff i’ve done with karma, kayano enters the room.

“uhhh guys? what’s going on?” she sweetly asks.

“nothing! just tryna get y/n and karma to finally confess their feels for one another!” nakamura exclaims.

“hate to ruin your plotting session, but everyone else is gonna be back in here pretty soon.” kayano says.

“but we barely started the plotting and planning!” fuwa says desperately.

as they’re discussing last minute plans to get karma and i together, the door opens.

“professor bitch! just the person we need! quickly, help us make a plan for y/n to confess to karma!”

“having boy trouble, y/n? didn’t expect it from someone as attractive as you.” professor bitch states.

“being honest with my feelings has never been easy for me…also my insane fear of rejection makes telling karma my true feelings for him kind of…hard.” i admit.

i see the other students walking up the hill, preparing to come back to the classroom.

“fine, since we’re so short on time, i’ll tell you this: after school today get him alone, force the close proximity, and tell him, honestly, how you feel.” professor bitch says.

before i have time to retaliate, people start entering the classroom for the last period of the day.

shortly after class ends, i decided to take professor bitch’s advice.

as i’m walking out of the building, i see karma waiting for me.

for the past few months, he’s accompanied me on a walk home every day after school, if i’m not going with him to his place.

today, we decided to go to his house.

during our walk home, professor bitch’s words rang in my head.

“—get him alone, force the close proximity, and tell him, honestly, how you feel.”

i guess karma noticed my quietness, so he asked what was wrong.

“y/n, why are so quiet? usually you’re harassing my brain with stupid questions during our walk home.” he says.

“we gotta talk about some stuff when we get inside.” i say.

he unlocks his door, and we go up to his room.

“…so what do we have to talk about?” he asks me.

i’d be lying if i said i couldn’t feel my heartbeat in my throat.

not letting my anxiety consume me, i ask him “hey karma, do you like me?”

such a dreaded question.

“what makes you ask that, y/n? is this some sort of prank of yours?~” he asks while poking my forehead.

i grab his finger from my forehead, and intertwine our hands.

“i’m being serious. do you like me?”

silence fell upon the room, our facial expressions becoming extremely flustered with this profound silence.

“i guess it’s no secret, is it? be honest, who’d you hear it from?” he asks.

“apparently nakamura heard maehara and isogai talking about it. something about a rating with all of the girls in the class?” i respond.

“oh…that. well i guess the truth would’ve came out eventually.”

“i want to hear you say that you like me, karma. say it.” i demand.

“why would i do that if i don’t even know how you feel towards me?” he responds.

why is he playing coy all of a sudden?

i look down at our hands, entwined.

it’s cheesy to think, but our hands fit perfectly together.

this thought alone makes me tell him that i do like him, and i have for a while.

“well aren’t you gonna say anything?” he asks.

that profound silence that i hated so much fell upon the room once again.

internally, i’m freaking out. not just because we’re still holding hands, but because karma’s gone quiet.

i thought the day that i’d hear karma be quiet for so long would be the day that hell had frozen over.

“i do like you. i would’ve thought you’ve figured this out by now. i didn’t think my feelings were…” i start.

“reciprocated?” he finishes my sentence for me.

“do you remember when we kissed? a few weeks ago?” i ask.

“of course i remember, i enjoyed seeing how red your face got afterwards.” he smartly replies.

“i didn’t ask what we were after that kiss because i didn’t want our friendship to end. i had no idea what a kiss meant to you.”

“you must think i’m a whore or something? i don’t just kiss anyone ya know?”

this statement makes me untwine my hand from his.

instead, i placed my hand on his chest, pushing my body onto his.

naturally, his hands go to my waist.

we take a few moments to process the conversation we just had.

“be my girlfriend.” he states.

before i had time to respond, i feel his lips against my own.

this sudden move flustered me, but i wanted him to know that i really do want to be with him.

i pull away from the short lived kiss.

“i’m already yours.”

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this fic was so fun to write lol, if you want a part two lmk ☻

i’m working on a karma x reader book on wattpad, go check it out:

https://www.wattpad.com/story/387263266?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=-HAIKYUUBBY

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Thinking about doing a pregnancy prank on Karma Akabane for April Fool’s Day. It’s retaliation for the years of pranks he always manages to pull on you and you’ve finally had enough.

Nagisa, his other yearly victim, is happy to help you set up everything. The two of you set a camera up near your dining room table before the redhead comes home, scurrying around to gather any items you believe you’ll need.

When Karma returns home, takeout in hand, the lights are out in every part of the house. He makes his way to the kitchen, stopping in the doorway when he sees you seated in the dark room and staring at him with the coldest eyes you could possibly muster. A little black box containing the centerpiece of it all sits in front of you…

“I’m guessing you saw my little surprise this morning?” He teases as he sets the bags on the opposite side of the table, carefully pulling the contents out. He sends you a grin as his gold eyes look up to meet your (e/c) ones, “I hope you’re not too mad. I figured covering you in flour and hot sauce would be pretty harmless in comparison to what’s waiting for Nagisa in his classroom-,”

“I’m pregnant.” You interrupt, sliding the box towards him. It’s quiet as he takes the sight in, his eyes analyzing the sight before him. He doesn’t bother taking the test out of the box.

After a beat, he smiles, going back to taking out your plates and plasticware. You watch with bated breath as he brings your plate to you, smile still on his face as he holds eye contact with you the whole trip there. He stares you down as he sets the food in front of you, holding your eating utensil between the two of you.

“You’re pregnant?” You can only nod at his question, growing increasingly scared at his silence. He laughs a little, “Get rid of it.”

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HWHAHAHHAHAHHHAHAHA

Need A Trusted Adult

Smau: in which you prank them by going a little crazy with the dirty talk Warnings: 18+ minors and ageless blogs dni Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna, Ino, Shiu, Hiro

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I feel like a virgin when I search up “x Reader” with a new character I like