#shoto aizawa x reader

[rana030]

Pov: you're reading fanfiction and suddenly y/n starts to call him daddy

[writeriguess]

i would like to request angst w Tenya Iida, Katsuki Bakugo, Shota Aizawa, and if you'd like to add yours, you can!

ANGST:

reader dies in their arms

hehe........

author's note: Since you gave me a permission, I had to add Dabi because he has my heart right now <3

Tenya Iida

The acrid stench of smoke hung thick in the air, clawing its way into Tenya’s lungs as he sprinted through the crumbling remains of the city. His engines roared with desperation, blue sparks sputtering as he pushed himself past his limits. Rubble littered the streets—fractured concrete, twisted metal, and the broken remnants of a once-vibrant metropolis. Fires raged unchecked, flickering shadows dancing across his visor. The devastation was staggering, but his mind held room for only one thought.

You.

“(Y/N)! Where are you?!” Tenya’s voice thundered through the wreckage, desperation fraying its edges. He had seen you here—trapped amidst the chaos—right before a building collapsed between you. He had shouted for you, but your response was lost in the symphony of destruction.

His engines screamed louder as he veered left, propelling himself over a pile of debris. Adrenaline burned hot in his veins. The pain in his legs, the strain of overusing his quirk—none of it mattered.

“Tenya!” A weak, trembling voice echoed back.

His heart stopped. “(Y/N)?!”

He vaulted over a mound of shattered glass and twisted metal, scanning wildly until his gaze settled on you. A pile of rubble pinned you down—dust smeared across your face, a crimson gash staining your forehead. Blood dribbled from the corner of your mouth, pooling around you in dark, ominous puddles. One of your legs was crushed beneath a jagged concrete slab, twisted unnaturally.

“No...no, no, no!” Tenya stumbled, engines sputtering as he dropped to his knees beside you. Panic laced his movements as he gripped the debris, heaving with every ounce of strength. It refused to budge. “Hold on. I’m getting you out—”

You winced, eyes fluttering. “Tenya, it’s...too heavy.”

“No!” He growled, straining against the stone. His muscles trembled, sweat pouring down his face. “I can get this off! I can—”

“Stop.” Your trembling hand reached up, brushing against his cheek. “It’s...too late.”

Tenya froze, staring at you. The world spun, narrowing to the sight of your bloodied, battered form. “No. Don’t say that. We’ll get you to Recovery Girl, and—”

“T-Tenya...” Your eyes glimmered with a pained, gentle smile. “Please...don’t lie to me.”

His breath hitched. “You can’t... You can’t leave me.”

Tears pricked your eyes, but you smiled—a wretched, heartbreaking smile that made his chest ache. “Always the hero... Trying to save everyone.”

“I can save you!” Tenya’s voice broke. He pressed his forehead to yours, the cold metal of his helmet brushing your skin. “Just hold on. Please, (Y/N).”

You cupped his face, fingers trembling. Blood smeared across his visor as you traced the familiar lines. “You were always...so serious,” you whispered, a weak chuckle slipping past your lips. “But I loved...that about you.”

Tears burned hot in his eyes. He gripped your hand, clutching it against his face. “I love you. I love you, (Y/N). You can’t— You can’t leave me. Please.”

“I’m...so tired, Tenya.” Your eyes fluttered, breath shuddering. “But...you’ll be okay. You’re strong...a hero...”

“No.” He squeezed your hand tighter. “I can’t— I can’t do this without you. You promised. You promised me!”

“I...know.” A tear slid down your cheek. “I’m sorry.”

The realization settled heavy in his chest. Desperation turned to despair, and a sob wrenched free from his throat. “No, no, no...” He cradled your face, blue eyes wide and pleading. “Stay with me. Stay—”

Your breathing grew shallow. The warmth of your hand against his cheek faded. “I love you, Tenya...”

“(Y/N)?”

Your eyes glazed over—peaceful, distant. Your chest stilled.

“(Y/N)?!” Tenya’s grip tightened. His whole body trembled as he shook you. “(Y/N), no! Wake up! Please!”

Nothing.

A raw, anguished scream tore from his throat, echoing through the ruins. He pressed his face to your bloodstained hair, clutching you like a lifeline. The engines on his calves whirred weakly, sparking with exhaustion.

“I’m sorry,” he choked, voice broken and hoarse. “I’m so sorry...”

The fires burned on, and Tenya held you close, whispering apologies into the fading light.

Katsuki Bakugo

The world was on fire.

Buildings crumbled like brittle sandcastles, flames roaring hungrily as smoke twisted into the darkened sky. The ground trembled beneath Katsuki Bakugo’s boots, rubble shifting underfoot as he pushed forward, explosions propelling him faster than his legs ever could. The heat licked at his skin, but he didn’t care—couldn’t care. Panic surged, unrelenting, suffocating.

“(Y/N)!” he bellowed, voice a raw, desperate snarl.

There was no answer. Just the crackle of fire and the distant, haunting screams of those trapped in the chaos. He forced himself onward, blood pounding in his ears, sweat stinging his eyes. He’d seen you here, fighting side by side—until the blast separated you. Panic twisted his gut, a gnawing dread he couldn’t ignore. He needed to find you. Now.

“Damn it, where the hell are you?!”

He vaulted over a pile of debris, heart slamming against his ribs as his eyes scanned the wreckage. Smoke clung to everything, blurring the lines of reality, but he couldn’t—wouldn’t—stop searching. Not until he found you.

A faint, broken voice pierced the air. “K-Katsuki...”

His head whipped around.

You were pinned beneath a slab of concrete, dust coating your blood-smeared face. One leg was crushed beneath the weight, twisted at an unnatural angle. Blood seeped from a jagged wound on your side, staining your torn hero costume. Your eyes—once bright and fierce—were glassy with pain, and a crimson trickle ran from the corner of your mouth.

“No... No, no, no!” Katsuki was beside you in an instant, hands reaching for the debris. He snarled, teeth grinding as he pushed, explosions flickering weakly from his palms. The stone refused to budge.

“Damn it!” He tried again, the muscles in his arms straining. “I’m getting you out! Don’t you dare fucking die on me, (Y/N)!”

You coughed, blood flecking your lips. “Katsuki...stop.”

“Shut up!” he snapped, forcing another blast. The slab barely shifted. Panic gnawed at him, cold and merciless. He couldn’t lose you. Not now. Not ever. “Don’t fucking talk like that! I’m getting you out!”

“It’s...too late.” Your fingers brushed weakly against his wrist. “You can’t...lift it.”

“Bullshit!” He grit his teeth, red eyes wild and desperate. “You think I’m just gonna give up?! Like hell!”

You smiled—small, broken, but so damn gentle it made his chest ache. “Still so stubborn...”

“Damn right!” Katsuki barked, hands trembling as he tried again. “I’m not losing you! You hear me?! I can’t—”

You squeezed his wrist, the pressure feather-light. “Katsuki...”

“No,” he growled, voice cracking. “Don’t you fucking say it.”

Tears pricked your eyes, but your smile remained. “I’m...so glad I met you.”

“Shut up!” Panic choked him as he leaned closer, forehead pressing against yours. “We’re getting out of here, okay? You’re not— You’re not leaving me, damn it!”

“Katsuki,” you whispered, breath shallow. “I...love you.”

He froze, red eyes wide and wild. “Don’t— Don’t say it like it’s the last fucking time!”

You let out a weak chuckle. “Always...so angry.”

“I’ll be fucking angrier if you die!” He clutched your face, palms trembling. “You promised, remember? You said we’d— We’d get outta this hero shit and do whatever the hell we wanted! You can’t just... You can’t fucking leave me!”

Your eyelids fluttered, lips ghosting over a whisper. “I’m sorry...”

“No!” Katsuki shouted, voice breaking. “(Y/N)?!”

Your eyes unfocused, breath fading as your hand slipped from his wrist.

“(Y/N)?!” He shook you, panic clawing its way up his throat. “Hey! Wake up, damn it! Don’t you dare—”

Nothing.

Rage and grief crashed over him, a tidal wave of helplessness. He screamed—a guttural, broken sound—tears burning trails down his face. His hands clenched around you, trembling violently. The acrid smoke filled his lungs, but he didn’t care. He buried his face against your hair, shoulders shaking.

“I needed you, idiot,” he choked out. “You can’t just... You can’t leave me here.”

Silence swallowed his desperate pleas. The fires burned on, reflecting in the shattered pieces of his world. Katsuki held you close, the pain searing deeper than any wound he’d ever known.

Shota Aizawa

The night was cold. Bitterly cold.

The air stank of smoke and ash, choking the ruins of the once-bustling city. The flicker of distant fires danced over crumbling buildings, shadows creeping across jagged debris. The devastation was absolute—broken metal, fractured concrete, and the heavy scent of blood. Shota Aizawa’s vision swam, exhaustion gnawing at his bones, but he pressed on.

He moved swiftly, despite the sharp ache in his ribs, the deep gash staining his tattered capture weapon. Dark hair matted with sweat and grime clung to his face, but he ignored it, eyes sharp and focused. He’d seen you fall. You’d been fighting side by side, covering each other’s backs—until the explosion. His heart had seized in his chest when the smoke cleared, and you were gone.

He couldn’t lose you.

“(Y/N)!” he called, the gruffness in his voice betraying the desperation simmering beneath.

There was no response. The distant crackle of flames mocked him, the wind whispering cruelly. Aizawa’s jaw clenched, eyes narrowing as he scanned the wreckage. His hands flexed at his sides, fingers aching to grip his capture weapon—aching to fight. But all he could do now was search.

He rounded a corner, dread gnawing at his insides. The moonlight glimmered faintly, casting shadows across the rubble until—

There.

You lay pinned beneath a mound of concrete and twisted metal, blood staining your uniform and trickling from a deep gash on your forehead. The pale moonlight made your skin look ghostly, too still, too quiet. A jagged piece of rebar had pierced your side, crimson pooling beneath you.

Aizawa’s breath caught.

“No,” he muttered, the word a broken rasp. He crossed the distance in a heartbeat, kneeling beside you. His capture weapon brushed your face as he leaned closer, panic gripping his chest. “(Y/N)...”

Your eyes fluttered open, glassy with pain. “Sh...Shota?”

Aizawa’s shoulders sagged, relief washing over him—fleeting but potent. He cupped your face, thumb brushing dirt and blood from your cheek. “I’m here. You’re okay.”

You managed a weak, wry smile. “Liar.”

He scowled. “Don’t start with that.”

Your eyes flicked to the metal pinning you down, and a shiver passed through you. “Doesn’t...look good, huh?”

“Stop talking.” Aizawa’s voice was firm, but his hands trembled. He reached for the debris, muscles tensing. “I’ll get you out.”

“Shota, don’t—”

“I said stop talking.” He gripped the twisted metal, teeth gritted as he pulled. It didn’t budge. Frustration burned through him as he tried again, strain pulling at his injuries.

A faint, pained chuckle slipped past your lips. “Stubborn...as always.”

“Quiet.” He kept pulling, desperation mounting. The metal groaned but refused to move.

“Shota.”

He ignored you, jaw set.

“Shota,” you whispered again, hand reaching for his. Blood stained your fingers as they curled weakly around his own. “Please...just...stay.”

His grip faltered. He stared at you, dark eyes wide and fierce. “No. I can’t just sit here and watch—”

“Please,” you repeated, voice soft but insistent. “It’s too late.”

“No,” he growled, a thread of panic weaving into his tone. “You don’t know that.”

You smiled—a sad, gentle curve of your lips. “I can feel it. It’s...it’s okay.”

“It’s not okay!” The words snapped out of him before he could stop them. Aizawa’s fingers dug into your hand, holding on tight. “You’re not— You don’t get to just give up.”

“I’m not,” you whispered. “I just... I want to spend...what’s left with you.”

His jaw clenched, stubborn defiance burning in his eyes. But when he looked at you—really looked—he saw the truth. Your breaths were shallow, uneven. Blood dripped in a steady, relentless flow. He could feel the chill settling into your skin, leeching away the warmth.

He sucked in a sharp breath, throat tight. “You’re an idiot.”

You huffed a weak laugh. “Yeah... I guess I am.”

He pressed his forehead against yours, hair falling around you both like a curtain. The roughness in his voice betrayed him. “You promised we’d make it through this.”

“I know.” Your hand squeezed his, weak but steady. “Guess I’m breaking that promise.”

He let out a humorless chuckle. “You always did like proving me wrong.”

“I like...keeping you on your toes.” Your eyelids fluttered, breaths growing shallower. “Shota...I love you.”

The words crashed into him, leaving him breathless. He swallowed hard. “I know.”

You smiled—small and fading. “Say it back?”

He hesitated, stubbornness warring with emotion. But when he looked into your eyes—clouded with pain but so damn beautiful—he broke.

“I love you,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I always have.”

Tears gathered in your eyes. “Thank you...”

“Don’t thank me,” he grumbled, though his voice cracked. “You’re going to be fine. We’ll get you out.”

“Shota,” you whispered, eyes heavy. “I’m...tired.”

His breath hitched. “No. Stay with me. Just...stay.”

Your lips parted, a shuddering exhale leaving you. Your hand slipped from his, falling limp against the rubble.

“(Y/N)...?” He whispered, dread curling icy claws around his heart. “(Y/N)!”

Silence. The fires burned on, flickering shadows across your peaceful, lifeless face. Aizawa gripped your hand tighter, knuckles white.

He bowed his head, eyes squeezed shut. His shoulders trembled, and the stoic mask shattered—broken, grief-stricken sobs clawing their way out of his throat. He clung to you, pulling you close despite the blood and the cold creeping in. The city burned around him, but the world had already crumbled.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, voice a broken rasp. “I’m so damn sorry.”

He stayed there, wrapped around your still form, until the fires faded into ash.

Dabi

The night was cold. Too cold. The kind of cold that sunk into your bones, clawed its way into your lungs, and made every breath feel heavy. But Dabi didn’t feel it. He never did. The nerve endings in his skin had long since burned away, leaving him numb to things like cold, heat, or pain.

But this?

This was worse than any pain he could have imagined.

You were dying in his arms.

Your body was limp, your breathing shallow. The blood—so much fucking blood—spilled from the wound in your stomach, soaking through your clothes, pooling beneath you. His hands were stained with it, trembling as he pressed them to the wound, trying to stop the inevitable.

"Stay with me," his voice rasped, hoarse with something he refused to name. Desperation. Panic. Terror. "Come on, don’t fucking do this. We still have shit to do. You’re not leaving me, you hear me?"

You gave him a weak smile, lips barely twitching. "I don’t… I don’t think I get a say in this, Touya."

Dabi froze.

Touya.

You never called him that. Never.

It had always been "Dabi"—the name he had chosen, the one he had made his own after burning away every last piece of Endeavor’s son. But now, in your last moments, you called him Touya. As if you knew it was the only way to reach whatever was left of the boy he had once been.

His breath hitched. His fingers dug into the torn fabric of your coat.

"Shut up," he choked out. "You’re not dying. I won’t let you."

You let out a breathy laugh, but it was weak, barely a ghost of what it used to be. "You can’t stop this… and you know it."

He shook his head violently. No. No, he wouldn’t accept that. He refused to accept that. You were the one thing that made all of this bearable—the one person who saw him for more than his anger, his destruction, his flames.

And now you were slipping away.

"Listen to me," he pleaded, voice dropping to something raw, something cracked. "You just have to hold on. Just a little longer. I can— We can find someone—"

Your hand lifted, shaking, and pressed against his jaw. His breath stuttered.

"I’m glad… I met you," you whispered, your fingers tracing the staples in his skin, the burnt flesh that no one else dared to touch. "You were… the best thing that ever happened to me."

His whole body shuddered. "No."

Your smile faded, your eyes struggling to stay open. "I love you, Touya."

Something in him snapped.

A horrible, broken noise clawed its way up his throat—something between a sob and a scream, but no tears fell. They never did. His tear ducts had burned away long ago, leaving him incapable of something as human as crying.

He hated it.

Hated that he couldn’t cry for you. Hated that his body denied him even that small relief.

Your breath hitched.

And then stopped.

Dabi went still.

The world around him faded. The sounds of the distant sirens, the wind whipping through the ruined alleyway, the flickering embers from the fight that had led to this—it all became meaningless.

His hands tightened around you, shaking, refusing to let go.

"No," he whispered, his voice breaking. "No, no, no, no—"

He pressed his forehead against yours, his entire body trembling. His breath came in short, sharp bursts, panic clawing at his throat like a wild animal.

This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real.

But you weren’t breathing.

You weren’t breathing.

"COME BACK!"

His scream ripped through the night, raw and agonized, louder than anything he had ever let out before. It echoed off the buildings, shaking through the ruins like the final cry of something that had finally broken beyond repair.

And then—

Fire.

Blue flames exploded outward, engulfing everything around him in an instant. The pavement beneath him cracked, the walls of the alley scorched black as the inferno consumed everything. The heat was unbearable, enough to melt metal, to turn concrete into nothing but rubble—

But Dabi didn’t feel it.

Didn’t care.

Didn’t stop.

The firestorm raged, an unstoppable inferno that painted the night sky in blazing blue, a beacon of destruction and grief that could be seen for miles.

And everyone knew.

Knew that Dabi had lost the last thing tethering him to this world.

The last thing keeping him from throwing himself into the fire and letting it consume him completely.

For the first time, his war against Endeavor, against the heroes, against the world—none of it mattered.

Nothing mattered.

Because you were gone.

And without you…

He had nothing left to lose.

[ms-fade]

College!Class-1a! X Fem!Reader 18+Drabble

This is really starting out as imagination for being shared by the characters, then I thought of this. So in this the class has eyes on you and can’t help it but always wanted you. Then one day your professor takes it a step further. This is yanderish.

Class 1A: Izuku midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Ejiro Kirishima, Katsuki Bakugou, Ochaco Uraraka, Mina Ashido, Shōta Aizawa, Hanta Sero, Denki Kaminari, Tenya Iida, Fumikage Tokoyami, Momo Yaoyorozu, Kyouka Jirou

Warning: Sex watching, teasing, degrading, yandere content, masterbating, touching oneself to someone else, slight circle jerk?, professor x student, being used, authority play, hair pulling.

This is content that isn’t light of heart, filthy shit. So, dead dove do not eat. All characters are of age and consenting.

It was just another day in class, your classmates would drift their eyes to you occasionally to stare lovingly then turn away. You looked so cute today, like you did everyday, they always appreciated how beautiful you looked for them. Each time you’d look down or wrote in your notebook, Aizawa was staring at you. His eyes however didn’t look at your face but below the open deck to between your legs. That showed your pretty pussy all to him.

He could barely focus on his lesson with the picture of you in his mind, so he’d trip in his words and forget about what he was saying. This was new for him because he was always calm and steady, bored even. So the whole class took noticed his actions.

It wasn’t until he stopped fully while looking at you and the whole class followed his gaze in confusion. You didn’t even notice because you were taking notes and blocked him out until you got passed a point. “Y/n.” He sounded annoyed. Looking up to meet his glaring gaze you stare wide eyed at being in trouble.

“Yes sir.” He leaned on his desk and pointed in front where you would stand in front of the whole class. You gulped, “Stand up and go to the front of the class.” You flushed embarrassment at all the attention but followed his instructions to not get in anymore trouble. They all kept their eyes on your shy figure standing before them all in your school uniform. Aizawa made his way around and stood by you while putting a hand on his chin, inspecting you.

Turning his attention to the class, “Can anyone tell me what’s wrong with Miss L/n’s outfit?” You stared panic. All eyes looked at you from head to toe at the same outfit you wear every day, and they noticed everything you did. So the class stayed silent. Aizawa sighed and clicked his tongue.

“Surprising, you guys watched her like little bitches in heat.” He said amused with a eye roll, his demeanor changing quickly. The group looked at each other taken aback. Oh, you remembered clearly what you had done today. “I’m sorry-” his hand covered your mouth quickly and pushes you against the desk, the others getting defensive.

“Clearly your peer forgot the dress code,” you squealed when his other hand tugged at your skirt and lifted it. You struggled against him and tightened your legs together with tears picking up in your eyes. It was embarrassing…But also gave you a thrill.

“No panties under her skirt, she didn’t even close her legs.” You huffed as they all looked down at your cunt. Each of them turned red and moaned at the sight, the girls getting wet and the boys pants getting tight. “Shy? Awe, that’s pathetic.” He pushed you back and you were forced to take a seat in his desk.

“Show them, you know you want to be a good little slut.” You looked up at him with puppy eyes while he just smirked devilishly. But the problem to fighting back was simple. You didn’t want to. You spent nights imagining being fucked by your dorm mates, all of them you thought about along with your professor. So you nodded and slowly opened your legs for them to see each detail, your holes and clit. 

Now your eyes cried while your sweet moans poured out, the wet sounds of your pussy while his fingers thrust into you. Hands gripping the desk for support at how good the pleasure felt, your stomach twisting and turning. You couldn’t focused on your classmates to long while they all touched them to you.

The girls parted their legs while rubbing their clits and you could hear them too. Ochako and Mina fingered themself to match what you felt so they could feel one with you. The boys were surprisingly louder then the girl while stroking their cocks. Bakugo was more growling while fucking his hand as fast as he could go, Kirishima was soft and slow along with sero. Deku and denki were the loudest in the room, who got yelled at because they couldn’t hear you. But the other boys and girls kept quiet while touching themselves, afraid to make a sound.

Aizawa was painfully hard and made you rub him threw his pants for some relief, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. The way you cried, moaned just by him fingering you. It was intoxicating. “Cum- Oh fuck, going to cum.” You announced with your eyes rolling back.

“Dumb girl, think that’s what you get?” You cried out when he pulled out of you quick and left you empty. “All of you stop or I’ll fail you.” They all stopped and panted, caught in a haze of the high. “At least you all listen to me now, now pull up your pants and shit.” Groaning they all listened, the reality sinking in on them. You wiggled to get off the desk but he stopped you.

“Shoto, Ochako are the only ones who get to finish.” The two looked up and the rest looked at them. “Y/n here will finish you off,” your hair was gripped and pulled you off the desk. He forced you down onto your knees, “Well?” The two thought for a second but stood up to walk over to you, standing above you.

“All of you get to watch, be thankful.” He left you and walked to his chair and leaned back. So, you licked her pussy and gave him a hand job until they both came. Todoroki’s cum splatter on your face as you cleaned her pussy up, you got breathless fast. The end of class was awkward and silent, no one knew what to do or say. So you all just left.

But it was only a matter of time before you got home and the class was waiting for you to get their turn. Willing to do anything to get you.

[noirblanc333]

Aizawa and His Controversially Young Girlfriend

You just happened to meet by chance while he was off duty. He had one of his few moments of down time and he gave you some directions

He didn’t realize that you probably didn’t really need him to walk you to the coffee shop that was five minutes away. However, you spent that time not so subtlety flirting with him

By the time you get to the shop you decide he clearly wasn’t getting it or he wasn’t interested. Just before he walks away you decide to give it one last shot

“Do you wanna come in and grab a coffee with me?”

He’s shocked as all the now obvious signs click into place

You were young, far too young for him. However something in him makes him open the door for you as you give him your giddiest grin

Things only go up from there. You both find yourselves quickly infatuated. After an hour (or two 🤭) chatting at the coffee shop you grab his number

After seeing you off, Aizawa is hit with a wave of reality. You couldn’t be much older than his students and he had certainly never dated that young. He then convinces himself it’s probably not even worth worrying about because a pretty girl like you probably isn’t going to waste her time with him

WRONG. You text him as soon as you get home. Both of you spend weeks texting, grinning at your screens as your friends wonder

Before long you’ve been dating for months and as you spend more time together it’s painfully clear that your boyfriend is also Eraserhead. He fesses up with barely any inquiring from you. He’s far too susceptible to your gaze

The first time you meet his students they love you. The girls trade tips and funny stories while some of the boys test the water. They’re all a bit shocked (and some of the boys mortified) when they realize you’re their sensei’s girlfriend, but it goes rather smoothly

You quickly make friends with Mic and Midnight. Wine nights as a foursome in what has slowly turned into you and Aizawa’s apartment

The last people to know are the media and the public. There is lots of buzz about Eraserhead’s “new hot thing.” People even come to bet just how long the relationship lasts. Then of course come the vultures that tear you apart for being a siren preying on heroes who certainly wasn’t good enough for Eraser

Aizawa is seething when he finds you crying over nasty comments left on your social media, the straw that broke the camel’s back. Next time a reporter catches him he doesn’t hold back on expressing just how much he loves you and that any commentary on his relationship or his girlfriend are entirely unacceptable

After Aizawa’s rather fiery interview there is an outcry of support. Hashtags of y’all’s ship name go viral and people are talking about which heroes they’d like to be controversially young with

Maybe a few months later Aizawa asks you to be his controversially young wife

[zawaswife]

a/n: dis jus sum i cooked up cs i was bored, might finish it laterr; nn it's unedited sorryy

when aizawa gets so busy with work, he barely gets to spend time with you anymore...

which is why u sit on ur shared bed in lacey burgundy lingerie. ur legs spread open a wet patch already formed in the middle of ur panties. u press record on ur phone nn pull ur panties to the side. u whine as u rub between the folds of ur fat pussy. "shi, daddy..come home pleasee. i miss you.." —u send the video ta him nn toss ur phone n front of him. now ur on ur knees, back arched while ur chest nn face sink into the plush mattress. u moan as u begin to stuff ur pussy w a clear dido, the fat tip stretching uu out. tears fill ur eyes as u move it faster nn u moan as squelching fills ur ears. pleasure courses through ur body nn ur ears ring as u zone out; but it's still not enough, u imagine sho filling u to da brim, stuffing u full. not even the constant buzzes nn rings of ur phone could bring u back to reality. it wasn't until the door of ur shared bedroom bursts open, nn not even then did u jerk up only turning u head to face him. u whine at him standing in the doorway, face flushed with his hair out of place, his chest puffs up nn down as he tries to catch his breath. his gaze focused on ur form on the bed. it's crazy what one little video did to him. ur eyes fall to the prominent print on his hero suit. "sho...need u pleasee." he wastes no time removing his shirt nn unbuckling his pants. his hands grip ur ass from behind. "fuckk princess, daddy'll help uu."

[kurokawaia]

BABY, YOU UP? 彡 Bakugou, Shoto, Dabi, Aizawa

| MDNI - 18+ | WARNINGS :: bakugou x fem!reader, hawks x fem!reader, dabi x fem!reader, x fem!reader, shoto x fem!reader, slight somnophilia!, pet names 'doll' 'baby' 'good girl' 'slut', voice kink, hair tugging, implied d/s in aizawas, praise, oral -> male recieving, possession + more? MINI ONESHOTS. total wc :: 2.7k

⋆·˚ ༘ *REQUEST :: Could you please write a headcannon about you wake the mha boys in the middle of the night because u are horny and wanna fuck but they have a mission in the morning. But reader is being a needy slut and they cant resist her. (pls with dabi,katsuki,Aizawa and maybe shoto or anyone you like). Could u please write is very nsfw/suggestive👉👈🙂‍↔️Thaaank u so muuch! - @carokitten

DABI

This man is knocked out, when he says he is going to sleep, he is going to sleep and not waking up unless it's important. What's important right now for him? Waking up for his mission tomorrow which (to him) is an ungodly time in the morning (7am). What's important to you? Quenching that heat that's blooming in your lower abdomen as you had just woken up from a particularly nasty dream with Dabi. He's dead asleep—sprawled shirtless, half the blanket kicked off, scarred chest rising and falling steadily.

You couldn't help yourself crawl over him, straddling his waist, kissing his neck and tugging at his pants, whispering, "Please, Dabi... I need you."

He groans, cracking one eye open with a lazy smirk. "You’re fuckin’ serious right now, doll? Got a raid at 7 AM."

Your hips grind against him and your voice turns breathy, whispering, "Can’t help it… you’re so warm and I just wanna be full of you…"

His hand grabs your throat gently, lips curling up. "Tch. You’re lucky I like when you beg."

He flips you over, mouth hot on your skin. "Guess they can wait a little longer for me, huh?" And his didn't waste a second longer pulling up your black silk night gown and pulling your thong to the side, arousal connecting to the cotton. The smirk on Dabi's face deepens, "Needy slut, you are," he murmurs against your neck. "Good thing you're all mine."

All you could do was helplessly nod as a whimper spills past your lips when you feel scared hands tightly hold the backs of your thighs, pushing your legs up beside your head, folding your body into a tight mating press. It didn't take him a second longer to take his semi hard cock out. and to push it into your sopping cunt. 

A loud moan emits from your throat from the sudden contact, and feeling his cock grow hard inside you, pressing immediately against that soft spot inside your cunt, making your silky walls clench tight around his length. "Fuck," you whimper, trying to squirm away but you couldn't, you were to tight under him.

Your poor body being folded in such a position this early in the morning was not ideal.. but you did ask for it, so you can't do too much complaining. "Ah ah ah," he tuts, slowly thrusting into your pussy, a lewd squelching noise sounding through your shared room. Your knees were already beginning to ache but you can't move, not until he gets off you. "You're going to take all of it, doll. Every single inch of me."

"M'kay," you mumble, whines spilling in with your words, your hair sprawled out on the bed as you could feel a coil tighten in your stomach as he continued to make an absolute mess of you.

Dabi lowers down to your trembling body, tingles were getting sent all throughout your body from the kiss, he was being so rough yet deep. The breath was stolen from your lungs every time he moaned into your own, and you had the same effect on him.

"Such a good slut," he hums against your skin, inhaling your naturally sweet scent.

"Feels s' full though, Touya," you sob. "Don't think I can anymore."

"You asked for this, so you're going to take it all."

BAKUGOU

Bakugou is out cold, his face buried in the pillow and his hair is a mess as he snores very softly, only just a little bit. While you have tried to get yourself to finish, twice, but you haven't even gotten close to how your man does it to you, your fingers don't compare to his own and you weren't going to come down from your pleasure. You weren't, not until you had your release. Katsuki has ruined that pleasure for you because now you can't even do anything yourself anymore, you need to have him help you.

You couldn't take it anymore as a frustrated whimper softly escapes your lips, pressing your bare chest against his back, hand slipping under the covers to palm him.

He jolts awake, confused as he rolls onto his back. "The fuck you doin’? It’s—" Katsuki checks the digital clock on his bedside table and he lets out a sigh. "—3 in the fuckin’ morning, baby."

Two of your fingers hook around his boxers, a pout rising on your lips as you tug gently on the cotton. "I’m sorry... I just... need you... so bad, Kats'."

His breath stutters when your fingers move from the hem, going lower, and trace his semi hard cock causing sparks to flow through his veins at your gentle touch. "You tryna kill me before this goddamn mission?" he says before letting out a deep breathy sigh, his dick fully hardened under your hand.

You were about to say something in reply before you were quickly grabbed by the hips, throws you under him, your breasts squished up against the bed and your legs spread my Katsuki's knees, leaving you completely immobile as you couldn't even attempt to squirm out the position. "Hope you’re ready to take responsibility then, baby."

If there was one thing you knew, it was that Bakugou is rougher when he's tired, less patient with you and he will not stop until you're crying out his name. And that's exactly what he was doing.

Fat, hot, tears stream from your eyes and all Bakugou could do was smirk at the sight. If you wanted to be needy and get fucked, that is exactly what he was going to give you. The only gracious thing he had done so far was putting a pillow under your hips before letting your body rest fully down on the bed. This was more so for him rather than you... he needed a good angle to fuck you good. 

Bakugou's mass pressing down against your back. His abs were flush against your back, hands gripping the backs of your own, pressing them into the bed. Bakugou's breath tickled your ear and you wiggled your head at the warm sensation, your core getting wetter, your body trying to squirm away from the imposing hold that he had on you.

Bakugou's hands moved slowly, changing his grip so that one of his hands held both of you over your head, being cautious not to get your hair entangled within the movement. A content sigh leaves your mouth when Bakugou raises his body ever so slightly, trailing his free hand down the expanse of your smooth back before his fingers meet your slick entrance, filled with his cum from previous rounds.

"I'll make sure you're filled up real nice," he mutters against your ear before taking a nibble at the collagen, you let out a gasp at the sudden action.

Then you felt a heavy, throbbing tip press against your clit once more and you moaned from the small touch. You tried to squirm away from the pleasurable cause but couldn't as Bakugou knew your body more than you did yourself, he knew you were gonna try to run from his body due to the pleasure. So, he pressed his weight against you once more.

You held your breath when Bakugou sank his throbbing cock into your spongey walls, his length getting squeezed by every ridge within your soaked cunt. A moan left both of your mouths as Bakugou's length nudged the deepest spot within you.

"That's it, your cunt knows me so well," Bakugou moans, relishing in the way your walls clench him, how could he not want to cum inside, you feel so good. "Still taking me so good, baby." The praise makes your brain go fuzzy, numb from the pleasure. Yes, this is exactly what you needed. 

SHOTO

If Shoto is anything, he is 100% a light sleeper, so you can't even get out some enjoyment, so the second you shift from his hold and place your hands onto his chest, he doesn't miss it, slowly he blinks open his eyes. The first thing he can register, is the lusted gaze that has coated your face and the arousal soaking his body, yours and his own.

"Is something wrong?" he asks groggily. You look up at him with flushed cheeks and teary eyes.

"No, I just… I can’t sleep. I need you so bad, Sho'…"

His breath hitches, and his hand instinctively cups your cheek. "You… want to do that right now?" You lean down closer to him, lips barely grazing his own as you nod, grinding hard against him through your panties. Moans string from your moan when you feel him grow beneath you and Shoto closes his eyes, strewn in pleasure an his thoughts about the mission he has tomorrow.

His cheeks tint a soft red as he pauses his thoughts—mission? what mission?—he thinks sarcastically as he pulls your hips down harder. Number 2 heroing can come later...

"Okay. I’ll take care of you. Just try not to scream too loud… we still have to wake up early."

Shoto flips you around, pinning you to the bed with your arms and spreading your legs with his knees before capturing your lips into a deep and heavy kiss. He can feel your chest stuttering against his own with every breath he steals from you, along with the whimpers that escape your lips. Whimpers not only from the kiss but how his clothed cock perfectly slots against your bare cunt.

You didn't know how long you were going to hold out for...

But lets just say he definitely didn't disappoint you. 

AIZAWA

With Aizawa, you have to be careful around him, or else it wouldn't be a surprise, you have to be sneaking around to catch him off guard. So here you are, carefully straddling him, pressing slow kisses to his chest while he breaths deeply, still taken over by sleep, completely unaware of your advances.

You suck gently over his abs, then go lower, peppering kisses around and on the tuffs of his happy trail. A sigh of satisfaction leaves your mouth, if you had to do anything for the last time, this would be it because lord, you love his cock (and him).

A shift is felt beneath you and Aizawa's cock jumps beneath your throat before you felt fingers lacing through your hair. Aizawa tugs your hair, lifting your head up from his lower abdomen to meet his eyes, a moan falls past your lips at the gesture, your panties getting further soaked with arousal.

"And what are you doing?" he asks slowly, his voice rough and slightly scratchy from sleep which just made the heat grow bigger. Gods, you love his voice.

A sweet, sinful smile coats your lips and your hand trails down to his sweats, palming his semi-hard bulge through the fabric, "Just want you. Just for a bit. I’ll be good, I promise."

He sighs, already getting hard at the sight of you kneeling between his legs, eyes wide and needy. He desperately wanted to say he had a mission in five hours but he couldn't because he can't resist you, not at all. Aizawa lets out a sigh, mumbling, "What am I going to do with you?" before sitting up, back resting against the headboard. 

A sharp tug of your hair from Aizawa caused you to let out a pained moan, sending a pleasured shock to your heated core. Your face only a few mere inches away from his clothed, hard cock.  "Fine. But I'm using you. You started this—so you better not cry when I ruin that pretty throat of yours."

"I won't," you say, thighs clenching together, trying to relief the ache in your pussy, arousal slicking your thighs. As your doe eyes stare up into Aizawa's deep slate iris' you couldn't help but a pout befall your lips. "I promise," your fingers playing mindlessly with the hem of his sweats. 

Aizawa lets a gentle smirk rise before his free hand cups your jaw, thumb rubbing your bottom lips sensually before slipping his digit inside your mouth. Your tongue immediately wraps around his thumb, sucking slowly. "Such a good girl."

"Now get to work, sweetheart," Aizawa huffs, removing his thumb from your mouth.

Lowering your head, per your control and Aizawa's as his grip tightened around your hair, you pepper slow kisses over his hard cock, feeling the twitch come from his length after every kiss. "Don't tease," he grunts.

The roots of your head began to sting softly but it made you feel so good, and pleasuring Aizawa was more than you could ask for. Taking one last glance up, you watched him swallow the lump in his throat, eyes shut, waiting. You knew that if you pushed his too far, he'd use you in a way that have your neighbours worried from your screams.

The position you were in now, though, is perfect to suck him dry. You tug down the hem of his pants just enough to let his cock loose, long and thick, hitting just at his belly button. Gently, you grip his base, your free hand cupping his heavy balls, squeezing softly causing a a deep groan resonate from him. 

Angling his throbbing length towards you, you place a wet kiss on his tip, making sure your saliva drips down, wetting his cock. "That's it, good girl," Aizawa praises, and it only fuels your desire, your lower abdomen fluttering in response, pleasuring him makes you feel pleasured as well, because your oral fixation goes crazy. 

Dragging the flat of your tongue up the underside of his shaft, feeling the veins that sprung up to the head of his cock, deep groans are the only noises you hear, along with the wet slicking noises from the contact between your mouth and him. You spread the pre cum spilling from his slit before taking his throbbing length into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around his swollen pink tip before you took his cock further into your mouth.

"Deeper, sweetheart," he says, his hips trying not to thrust into your face. Aizawa was trying desperately not to fuck your mouth, wanting to see your lashes well with tears. A hum is muffled by his dick, the vibrations causing him to let out a deep moan. "Shit," he sighs, fuck.

Aizawa couldn't handle it anymore. If you're going to wake him up in the middle of the night, then you're getting what he gives. You gag on his length when he pushes your head down all the way to his base, your nose tickling his hair around his cock, your hand quickly makes contact with his thigh.

"That's it," he praises, moving your head at a pace he enjoyed, letting him take control. Aizawa started moving more quickly, which made you start crying even more. When you hollowed out your cheeks, he let out a stifled sigh that made him hesitate to approach further. He pulls away from you, his load spilling into your mouth. "Let me see."

You lift yourself up from his cock and stick out your tongue just for him, he lets two of his own fingers massage his cum on your tongue. "Good girl," he praises. "Swallow."

You nod, doing what he says.

"Are you feeling better?" Aizawa asks and you nod.

"Yeah!"

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

honey's a/note:: i hope this was okay lmao, there def is grammar and punc mistakes in this but oh well, 3am is peak writing time for me, i should be working on my presentation thats due in a fornight but oh well. if anyone has any other characters for this idea lmk :) or maybe the reverse role 👀 i know that some of these were half asses but ill get back to them i swear

[chericos]

men who are so sentimental and sappy it's PAINFUL

You’d always dreamed of your wedding—the venue, the bouquet, and, of course, your first dance.

you grew up watching your parents fall deeper in love with each passing year. spent days watching back through old family CDs of their wedding. of their first dance.

the video was practically worn out from the countless times you’d replayed it, watching their first dance over and over. you've practically ingrained it in your brain. every step, spin, dip, rhythm, the look of pure unbridled unadulterated love, that they shared between them. it was burned into your memory.

and naturally, you imagined yourself in their place. your arms wrapped around the person you'd spend the rest of your life with. your love. so when you met him. the man you couldn't envision a life without, you mentioned it. only once, in passing. and you never brought it up or thought about it again further down the line with planning.

so imagine the shock on your face, the venue packed with friends and family when the first notes of their song began to play.

he took your hand, his grip steady and warm, guiding you into the first step. for a moment, you hesitated, the familiarity of it overwhelming. but then he smiled, that soft, knowing smile that told you everything without a single word, and you let him lead.

the steps were the same. every turn, each twirl, the way he dipped you so perfectly, as though he’d practiced it for months (spoiler: he did). and you realized, as the music played on, this wasn’t just a dance—it was the dance.

when the song ended, you stood still, holding onto him tightly. “you’re unbelievable,” you said, your voice shaky.

“no,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. “I just love you.”

LEVI, ARMIN, NANAMI, SUGURU, CHOSO, AIZAWA, SHOTO, IZUKU, VANDER, JOUNO, KUNIKIDA, CHŪYA, NOÉ, KYŌJURŌ, ROY, AKI, AKAASHI, SUGAWARA, + your faves

@ CHERICOS 2024 all rights reserved do not repost, edit, copy, translate or plagiarise my works

[misssmina]

Y’all don’t make use of subtle/weird traits in fics enough.

Dudes—

Bakugou literally has hyperhidrosis. Make him switch shirts constantly, or constantly wiping his hands, or outright refusing to touch things because nitroglycerin is a volatile substance.

Midoriya is constantly chewing on his lips or thumb while in thought. Either his lips are SO chapped or he’s a skin picker and the skin around his finger tips are super rough.

Uraraka is a poor kid. She would absolutely have some kind of financial anxiety. Make her be extremely frugal OOOORRR BETTER YET make her absolutely awful with money.

Aizawa is a hypersomniac. Give the man a nightmare disorder or something. We can be more imaginative than just always kinda tired.

Kirishima has/had really bad quirk envy. Please I need to see this addressed more. Even at the best hero school, in the top class, he talks down on his quirk.

Todoroki really doesn’t think very much. He acts quickly but very thoughtlessly. Coming to incorrect conclusions and moving too fast without knowing what to do next.

[literarydumpinggrounds]

Minors DNI 🔞 Sometimes my brain just… creates nefarious thoughts. Pick your poison.

You’d worn that fucking outfit again. The one that hugged your body in all the right places, flashing glimpses of your plush legs.. of that anklet adorning your skin as it twinkled under the lights. The little charm swaying with your movements— his initial —what he’d claimed was an unmistakable statement to everyone there that you belonged to him. His precious girl.

You knew exactly what you were doing to him.

Fluttering around this party with your friends, laughing on the dance floor like nobody was watching. Like you couldn’t feel his gaze burning into you.. only always you.

To the untrained eye you looked so innocent.

He can’t help the amused twitch at the edges of his lips at the thought. They’d never guess that you were so eager to be a good little slut for him. Never guess that he’d pressed his lips to that little charm while folding you in half before you’d left the house that evening; knees pressing into your chest, ankles framing his face as he pounded those lewd sounds out of you. That you’d had his cum leaking down your thighs the minute you’d stepped foot in the building.

He loved sharing a little secret with you, knowing that you saved that side of yourself just for him.

His good little girl.

[yoshhii]

HUSBAND HEADCANONS— mha

𓉸ྀི it’s been a while since i last watched mha so sorry if i miss anyone!

⋆₊ ♱ Bubbly Husband

— wakes you up every morning with a big smile and a cheerful “good morning, love!”

— plans fun dates, even if it’s just a picnic in the living room with fairy lights and your favorite snacks

— will randomly spin you around in the kitchen while you’re cooking together

— talks a lot and sometimes doesn’t realize he’s rambling, but his excitement is contagious

— always hypes you up, whether you’re trying a new outfit or just doing chores, “just look at you! you’re amazing!”

— sends you cute texts throughout the day, usually with tons of emojis

— tends to be over-the-top affectionate, constantly hugging, kissing your cheek, or playing with your hands

mirio, midoriya, kirishima, sero, inasa, present mic

⋆₊ ♱ Calm Husband

— he’s type to wake up before you and just lay there, watching you with a soft smile before gently kissing your forehead

— his presence is comforting. no matter what kind of day you’ve had, he makes it better just by being there

— he may not be overly affectionate, but he’ll let you hold on to his arm when you’re out together

— he is a listener and prefers if you did all the talking, however he doesn’t mind going into a detailed explanation if you were to ask him something (sometimes though)

— loves quiet nights in, wether it’s reading together, watching a movie, or just sitting in comfortable silence

— rarely raises his voice, but when he does, it’s always to protect you

— when you’re upset, he doesn’t overwhelm you with words, he just pulls you into his arms and lets you vent or cry if you need to

— the type to buy you something useful instead of flowers, like a weighted blanket because he noticed you sleep better with one, but doesn’t mind buying them if you asked

— when he’s tired, he’ll just wrap an arm around you and bury his face in your neck

— the kind of guy who remembers all the small details about you and surprises you with things he knows you’ll love

Iida, todoroki, tokoyami, kurogiri, kai chisaki (overhaul), mr. compress

⋆₊ ♱ Flirty Husband

— never stops flirting with you, even after years of marriage, “marrying me was the best decision of your life, wasn’t it, sweetheart?”

— calls you pet names all the time: darling, babe, love, gorgeous, even embarrassing ones just to see you blush

— loves teasing you, whether it’s playful remarks or sneaky touches when no one’s looking

— whispers things in your ear just to see you get flustered in public

— will always show at least some form of pda, wether it’s holding your hand, kissing you, or wrapping an arm around you

— absolutely loves winking at you from across the room, does this at least twice a day

— somehow always finds a way to make even the most mundane conversations into something suggestive

— if you’re on the phone with him, he’ll say something flirty right before hanging up just to leave you blushing

— serenades you dramatically, even in public, and does not care if people stare, they’re just strangers and it’s not like you’re going to see them again anyways

— will absolutely say, “well, well, well, if it isn’t my stunning spouse,” every time you walk into the room

— loves pulling you close when you’re talking and staring at you like you’re the most captivating thing in the world

denki, hawks, dabi, twice

⋆₊ ♱ Tsundere Husband

— acts like he doesn’t care but will do the most thoughtful things for you behind your back

— complains about your clinginess but lowkey gets annoyed when you’re not giving him attention

— when you’re sad, he won’t say much, but he’ll bring you your favorite snack and just sit next to you, subtly nudging you to lean on him

— gets embarrassed when you’re affectionate in public but secretly loves it when you hold onto his sleeve or hand

— loves bickering with you over dumb things, your annoyed expression is adorable to him

— the type to “not care” when you ask for cuddles but pulls you closer when you try to move away

— “tch, why’d you forget your jacket? here, just take mine. it’s not like i care if you get sick or anything”

— gets flustered when you initiate affection but secretly lives for it

— huffs and pouts when you call him cute but gets mad if you stop

— the kind of husband who says “you’re so annoying” but will physically fight anyone who upsets you

— hates pda, but if he sees another guy looking at you for too long, he’ll suddenly be all over you

bakugo, monoma, + whoever you think fits

⋆₊ ♱ Introvert Husband

— prefers staying home with you rather than going out—his ideal date is ordering takeout and watching a movie under a blanket

— doesn’t talk much, but when he does, it’s always meaningful, he’s a deep thinker and values quality conversations over small talk

— will listen to you for hours even if he doesn’t respond much, he just loves hearing your voice

— social gatherings drain him quickly, so you often end up leaving early or finding a quiet corner to sit together

— shows his love through quiet acts of service, making your favorite breakfast, keeping your favorite blanket folded near the couch, or fixing something in the house without you asking

— loves subtle affection, he won’t initiate PDA often, but he will casually lace his fingers with yours when no one’s looking

— if you’re an extrovert, he’ll sit back and let you talk to everyone, only chiming in when necessary, if you’re also an introvert, he’s perfectly content existing in peaceful silence with you

— gets flustered if you compliment him too much but secretly loves it

— sometimes needs alone time to recharge but always reassures you it’s not because of you (it’s just how he is)

— prefers texting over phone calls and will send you a simple “i love you” text instead of a long, dramatic speech

shoji, shinso, tamaki, aizawa, shigaraki (except he’s careful with his fingers)

[tiredofthehumanlife]

telling the mha men you want a baby

included: kirishima, katsuki, shinso, iida, shigaraki, keigo, izuku, aizawa, Shoto, Touya, tokoyami, Denki

warnings: sex talk, some a little open ended, not technically said how the baby will come to be could be abo idk have fun IDC, yeah that's it I think

[biggianteggplant]

The Jiggle Jump Scare

Bakugo Katsuki

It happened while you were sparring.

You dodged a blast, pivoted hard—and nearly tripped over your own foot. The jolt from your landing sent a visible jiggle through your chest. Time paused for a second. Your breathing hitched. Bakugo, standing just a few feet away, had clearly noticed.

His eyes widened—just for a blink. Then:

“Oi.”
You turned. “What?”
Bakugo was already glaring, face pink like a whole sunset.
“Tch—what the hell was that?”
“What was what?” you teased, innocently wiping sweat from your brow.
“You know what!” he barked, pointing without looking directly at you. “Your—your shit was bouncing all over the damn place! You tryna get someone killed out here?!”

You grinned. “Aw, Bakugo… were you watching?”
“I WASN’T WATCHING, DUMBASS!”

He stormed off, swearing under his breath and absolutely not making eye contact for the rest of training.

(…but you did catch him peeking again later.)

Todoroki Shoto

You were running drills outside, sun high and blazing. You’d just landed from a jump, laughing with momentum—
—and that laugh shook everything.

Including, very noticeably, your chest.

Todoroki caught it mid-turn. He stopped moving. Just stood there, blinking slowly like his internal software needed a reboot.

“…Did… that happen because of the jump?”
You tilted your head. “What?”
He pointed subtly. Too subtly.
“Your, um…” He looked up at the sky, anywhere but your torso. “They… moved.”
You snorted. “You mean my boobs bounced?”
His ears turned pink immediately.
“I didn’t want to say it like that,” he muttered.

You could see his eyes flick toward your chest, then dart away like it physically pained him.
He cleared his throat. “Is that normal?”
“Yeah, it’s gravity. You ever heard of it?”
“…I have. I just didn’t know it applied that much to, um… you.”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. “Shoto, are you okay?”
He nodded. Then paused.
“I will be. I just need… a minute. Maybe several.”

He wandered away like he needed to meditate under a waterfall.

Midoriya Izuku (Deku)

You were jogging beside him during a warm-up. Light banter, casual conversation—until you tripped on uneven pavement.
He caught your arm, steadying you just as you stumbled into him. Your chest bounced against your momentum, and bam—the jiggle happened. Right in his peripheral.

And oh no. He saw everything.

He froze like someone pressed pause.
You looked up at him. “Thanks for catching me!”
He didn’t respond. His face was glowing red—eyelids twitching like he was fighting for control of his brain.

“Uh—uhhh—n-no problem!”
You raised an eyebrow. “Midoriya?”
He straightened like he was at a military inspection.
“Y-Yep! Yes! Totally fine, absolutely okay!” he blurted, eyes pointed directly at the horizon. “Didn’t see anything!! I mean—I wasn’t looking! I mean—I’m respectful!”

You smirked, leaning just a bit closer. “You sure? Looked like you almost went full-on analysis mode back there.”
His knees almost buckled.
“N-No! I would never—well, I have studied human anatomy for—N-NOT LIKE THAT! I mean in a purely combat—I mean—"

You giggled. “Relax, Izuku. I’m not mad.”
He gulped. “Y-you’re not?”
“Nope,” you said, nudging his arm with a flirty smile. “If you wanted to look… you could’ve just asked.”

He combusted. Like, physically short-circuited and squeaked.

“Wha—I—HUH?!”

You walked ahead, hips swaying, calling over your shoulder:
“C’mon, Hero. Better keep up.”

He followed you in a daze, whispering, “I think I’m in love…”

Kirishima Eijiro

You were in the gym, goofing off while waiting your turn on the bench press. Kirishima was spotting Denki, watching you from the corner of his eye as you tried to mimic a funny dance move someone had shown you earlier.

One hop, two hops—then that one bounce that sent your chest jiggling.

Denki dropped the bar on his chest.

“BRO—HELP—”
“Oh SH—SORRY!” Kirishima scrambled to help, yanking the bar off Denki and practically throwing it back onto the rack. “You okay, man?”

Denki wheezed, “Why’d you space out like that? You were looking at—”

Kirishima slapped a hand over Denki’s mouth. “N-NOTHING! I saw NOTHING!”

You walked over with a grin. “You alright, Red Riot?”
He turned to you. Then turned bright red—matching his hair.

“Y-Yeah! Yep! Totally fine! Just, uh… focused on… the structural integrity of your bounce—NO WAIT—I MEAN—form! FORM! Training form!!”
You laughed. “Kiri, did my boobs break your brain?”
He slapped both hands over his face. “NO! I mean—maybe?!”

You leaned in close, teasing, “You liked it, didn’t you?”
He peeked at you between his fingers and mumbled, “I mean… they are super manly... I mean!! YOU’RE manly! Not that—uh—not that I was staring! I just—"
You tilted your head, smirking.
“Cute,” you whispered, walking off.

He stood frozen, muttering, “I’m gonna die. I’m dying. This is how I die…”

Denki Kaminari

It was something stupid—of course it was.

You were laughing way too hard at something Sero said, doubled over and clutching your stomach. When you came back up, you did a little skip backward to avoid a tossed water bottle—
—and the hop sent your chest bouncing, jiggling just right.

Denki bluescreened.

His jaw dropped.
His brain sparked.
And then… his nose started bleeding.

“OHMYGOD,” he squeaked, slapping both hands over his face. “I’M FINE. I’M GOOD. I SAW NOTHING.”
Sero: “Bro, you definitely saw something.”
Denki: “SHUT UP, SERO. I’M INNOCENT.”
You raised an eyebrow, arms crossed under your chest—just enough to push ‘em up a bit.

“You okay there, Pikachu?” you asked, knowingly.
He squealed. Like, actually squealed.
“DON’T DO THAT WITH YOUR ARMS!!”
You leaned in. “Do what, exactly?”
He sparked so hard his hair stood up like a static-charged balloon.

“DO NOT WEAPONIZE THE JIGGLE,” he gasped, clutching his heart. “I WILL DIE. I AM A BOY. A FRAGILE, HORNY BOY.”

You patted his shoulder sweetly. “Noted.”
He passed out.
Literally. Just tipped back and collapsed in a pile of embarrassment.

Sero Hanta

You and Sero were helping tape off a training course—his specialty. He was walking backward, spooling tape as you jogged to keep up beside him.

You hit a little uneven patch of ground, stumbled slightly—and your chest did that thing.

That perfect bounce.

Sero flinched mid-step. The tape snapped back into his face.

“OW—DAMN IT—”
You gasped. “Are you okay?!”
He pulled tape off his cheek, blinking at you like he just saw God.

“Y-Yeah… I’m… fine…” he mumbled, looking anywhere but your torso.
You tilted your head. “That didn’t look like a tape malfunction. Looked more like—”
“I WASN’T LOOKING,” he interrupted way too fast.
You smirked. “Didn’t say you were.”
He squinted at you. “You knew what you were doing.”
“Oh? And what exactly did I do, Sero?”

His mouth opened. Closed. His brain rebooted.

“…Gravity is a menace.”

You leaned in close, just enough to make him gulp. “You want me to jog again?”

He stumbled backward into the course pole.
“…Ma’am. I am just a humble tape dispenser. Please.”

You walked away, laughing. He stood there gripping his roll of tape like a lifeline, whispering:

“Don’t fall in love… don’t fall in love… you already fell in love, idiot…”

Shinso Hitoshi

You were both sitting on the floor during patrol prep, stretching out before your shift. Shinso was leaning back on his hands, watching the clouds above you two with that usual sleepy expression.

You reached up in a yawn, arms overhead, chest lifted—
—and when you dropped your arms back down with a bounce, your chest followed.

He blinked.

Paused.

You didn’t miss the way his head turned ever so slightly.

“…You good?” you asked, teasing.
He didn’t look at you. “I’m fine.”
“You sure?”
“Completely.”
“…You totally looked.”

He finally glanced at you. Calm. Dangerous. Lips curled just slightly.
“I’m not blind,” he said.
You grinned. “So you admit it?”
“I admit that physics is real, and I’m cursed with 20/20 vision.”

You leaned in, whispering, “You like what you saw?”
He stared at you. Then smirked.
“…You planning to weaponize that on patrol?”
“Maybe.”

Shinso tilted his head, voice low and teasing now.
“Then I might have to file a complaint. Or maybe a request. For a repeat performance.”

You stared, stunned.
He stood up casually, yawning. “C’mon, kitten. Patrol’s waiting.”

You sat there blinking, heart racing, jaw dropped.

“…HE FLIRTED BACK?!!?”

Neito Monoma

You were walking through the hallway, bouncing slightly with each step because your shoes had just a bit too much spring. You didn’t notice it at first, but Monoma definitely did.

He was next to you, mid-rant about Class 1-A as usual, when your chest did one innocent, completely accidental jiggle.

He choked on his own words.

“—and that’s why they’re absolute—WHA—!”

He froze. Eyes wide. Jaw slack.

You stopped. “Uh… Monoma?”
He whipped around and stood directly in front of you, arms out like a human privacy screen.

“DO NOT MOVE.”
“What?”
“THOSE—” he hissed, pointing at your chest like it offended him. “THEY. JIGGLED.”
“Yeah?” you said, confused. “So what?”
“So what?!” he snapped, turning red. “THEY—PEOPLE—EYES! This school is full of perverts!”

You started laughing, but he was dead serious. He pulled his jacket off and draped it around your chest like a cape.

“There. No one’s looking but me.”
You blinked. “But you?”
His hands flew up to cup them through the jacket like he was guarding the Crown Jewels.
“I’m your protector, your knight, your exclusive licensed boob inspector—”
“NEITO!”
“FOR SCIENCE!!!”

You shoved him back, blushing and laughing.
He stood firm. “I’ll STAND HERE ALL DAY. NO ONE. LOOKS. AT MY QUEEN’S. JIGGLE.”

“…Did you just call me your queen?”
He pointed dramatically to the sky. “You were born to rule—and bounce—with pride!!”

Hawks (Keigo Takami)

It was hot. You were in a tank top. And Hawks was absolutely not helping.

You were reaching up to grab something off a shelf, arms stretched—and gravity did what gravity does best.
Your chest jiggled, just enough for someone with hawk vision to catch it.

You turned around, item in hand.

Hawks was leaning against the doorframe.

Smirking.

Eyes locked directly on you.

“Damn,” he whistled low. “Didn’t know I needed tickets to that bounce show.”

Your eyes widened.

“W-WHAT?!”
He grinned wider, wings flexing just a bit. “Front row seats too. Lucky me.”

You slapped your hands over your chest. “H-Hawks!”
He walked in casually, tilting his head. “Aw, don’t get shy now, baby bird. You killed me with that move.”
“It wasn’t a move!”
“Felt like one.” He leaned in. “But hey, if it wasn’t intentional… that just makes you naturally lethal.”

You squeaked. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—like—bounce?? I-I don’t even get why people like that—!”

He blinked, then chuckled softly.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he purred, brushing a loose feather off your shoulder. “That kind of innocence? That’s even hotter.”

You practically combusted.
“I—I—shut up!”
He raised his hands, laughing. “Alright, alright. I’ll stop. For now.”

Then he winked. “But you should really give your boobs some credit. They’ve got wings of their own.”

You covered your face and screamed into your soul.

Tamaki Amajiki

You and Tamaki were paired up for training—something chill. No combat, just passing gear between each other and checking inventory.

He handed you a box. You reached for it with both arms and—
jiggle.

Just a little. But he saw.
And you saw that he saw.

And he saw that you saw him seeing.

Then you both FROZE.

“U-Um…” you squeaked.
Tamaki’s whole face turned pomegranate red. He stared at the wall like it personally offended him. “I—I didn’t— I-I wasn’t—”

“I-it was gravity,” you mumbled, staring at your shoes. “That’s just—how it works…”
“I swear I wasn’t trying to look!” he blurted, eyes wide and panicking. “I was just handing the box—! I—I didn’t mean to—I respect you!! A LOT!!”

You waved your hands, frantically. “No no no! It’s okay! I wasn’t mad! I-I just wasn’t expecting the, um—bounce factor!”

He choked on air.
You covered your face.
He covered his face.

Now you were just standing there like two overheated lobsters, fidgeting, hands flailing.

Then quietly, from behind his hands, Tamaki mumbled:

“…They’re… really cute, though.”
You malfunctioned. “W-WHAT?!”
“I SAID NOTHING!!” he yelped, teleporting behind a stack of boxes like a coward.

You shouted back, still blushing, “Y-YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THAT AND RUN!!”

“MAYBE I CAN!!”
You peeked over the boxes. He was crouched down, hiding his face in his scarf.

You held up the box again. “Do you… still want to finish training?”
“…Only if you promise not to bounce anymore…” he whispered.

“I CAN’T PROMISE THAT, TAMAKI, IT’S PHYSICS!!!”

Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead)

You were doing warm-up stretches before training, bent slightly forward, reaching for your toes. Nothing crazy… until you stood up too quickly.

One step back.
One bounce.

Aizawa blinked.
Paused.
Deadpan locked in.

“…That happen often?” he asked flatly.

You turned to him, confused. “Huh?”
He gestured lazily toward your chest with his capture weapon, like it was a passing weather report.
“That little earthquake.”

You stared, face heating. “Wh—! I—I didn’t mean to—!”
He shrugged. “Didn’t say it was a problem.”
“YOU NOTICED?!”
“I’m not blind.”
You covered your face with both hands. “Oh my god.”

He sighed, sipping coffee. “Relax. You’re not the first person with bounce physics in my class.”

You peeked through your fingers. “Are you—are you judging me?”
He looked you dead in the eye. “I’m judging gravity. It betrayed us both.”

You blinked.
He sipped.
You blinked harder.

“…Did you just make a joke?”
He looked away. “Don’t get used to it.”

You were about to respond, but then he muttered under his breath as he walked away:

“…Still a better distraction than Mineta’s face.”

HELLO MY LOVES, POSTED THIS W MY PHONE SO IDK IF IT LOOKS OFF OR WEIRD SO ERM..uh…once i get my laptop back I’ll be editing this and pasting it on my masterlist but as of now idk how to..so..YES

[skiiyoomin]

Hi there, I wanted to know if you could do one with the guys reacting to a pregnancy scare. And can you pls include aizawa.

Lot of love❤️

ღPregnancy scare

ʚft.Deku, Bakugou, Shoto, Kirishima, Denki, Shinsou, Aizawa

ʚCont: fluff, a little bit of crack⤑Back to navigation

[noirblanc333]

Writing Meme

Mentioned by @shipperfiendobssesser ❤️

Where do you publish your work? - longer works on AO3 and shorter thoughts on tumblr (when I write😅)

What medium/application/etc. do you write in or with? - everything gets written on Google docs and then I sometimes jot down thoughts in my notes app on the go

Do you collaborate with others? - I do collaborate, primarily with @vixorell but I’m open to collabs!

How much editing do you do before you publish? -it depends on the length/effort I’ve put in. Everything always gets edited and fine tuned as I write as well as a final run through though.

Do you listen to music when you write? - Yes, I typically have my writing playlist on or some other soft indie playlist!

How do you decide what to write about? - my writing is usually inspired by something I watched or read. If I read a good fic about one of my ships, it was getting my own gears turning. Of course watching a show that I wanna write an alternate ending too always works.

When do you write?- when inspiration hits and I have access to my phone or laptop.

How often do you write? - more often than you’d think with my lack of fics. Probably once or twice a week. Right now I’m focusing a bit more on my original novel so y’all haven’t seen the results🙃

Do you take requests? Why/why not? - I’ve never received one before! If the request were to peak my interest and inspire me to the point of writing, why not!

Is there any genre or type of story you want to write but are hesitant to? - not really, I tend to write what I want when I want to! It’s more a matter of stories I just haven’t gotten around to writing/finishing

Any inspirational quotes, videos, tricks, articles, etc. that help you stay motivated? - no, unfortunately. When I lose the inspiration, it’s gone. As evidenced by my WIPs

Go to page 7 of your WIP, skip to the 7th line, and share 7 sentences.

I’m going to pick one of my WIP Aizawa fics, “Under Wraps”👇

You grit your teeth knowing there was no room for negotiation. You had resigned yourself to a loveless marriage like your parents’ when you signed that paper, but you irrationally thought you’d have more time. You thought you’d at least finish your four years at Shiketsu and say a proper graduation goodbye to your friends.

“When do I leave?”

“A week. You’ll be staying at his family’s home until the wedding. Afterward, you’ll live with Shouta.” You can feel your nails prick your palms at your mother’s words. When had you started clenching your hands so tightly?

Passing this along to @vixorell

[yokumirumerafan]

MHA boys x y/n (if y/n accidentally sent a nude to them)

AHAHHAHAHAH I wanna throw my eyes out in the garbage after this T^T

💥 Katsuki Bakugo

🔴 Reaction: His phone nearly combusts in his hands when he opens the message, his entire face turning redder than his explosions. He was just chilling when—BAM—your completely nude picture pops up on his screen.

You immediately send, “OMG WRONG PIC I’M SO SORRY”

But this is Bakugo, and instead of responding normally, you get:

"THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN WRONG PIC?!?? WHO WAS IT FOR THEN, HAH?!???"

💥 Aftermath: He refuses to delete the pic immediately, not because he’s a perv (or so he claims), but because, "It’s my fuckin’ right as your boyfriend to have it now." He still won’t look you in the eyes for a solid 48 hours, though.

🧊 Shoto Todoroki

🔵 Reaction: Blinks once. Blinks twice. The gears in his brain are grinding to a halt. He was in the middle of drinking tea, and now he’s frozen in place like a statue. The steam from his tea is the only thing moving in the room.

You: "OMG SHOTO I’M SO SORRY I MEANT TO SEND A MEME WTF"

Him: "…This is not a meme."

He just stares at his screen for a full minute before finally typing: "I see. Do you want me to delete it, or would you like to discuss this in person?" 😳

🔵 Aftermath: Later, when you’re hiding your face in embarrassment, he just sips his tea and says: "I wouldn’t mind receiving more by accident."

🐙 Eijiro Kirishima

🔴 Reaction: This man CHOKES ON AIR. Like, literally starts coughing and nearly dies. His hands are shaking, his phone almost falls out of his grip.

You: "KIRI I’M SO SORRY WRONG PIC WRONG PIC"

Him: "BABE. BABE I’M AT THE GYM."

He’s literally bench pressing, and when he sees your pic, he drops the weights in shock. Every dude in the gym turns to look at him, and he just nervously laughs while turning into a tomato.

🐙 Aftermath: He eventually recovers, but the next time you see him, he’s so flustered. "I mean, if you ever wanna, uh, send the right one… y’know, for me…" 😳

💚 Izuku Midoriya

🟢 Reaction: OH GOD HELP HIM. He was just taking hero notes when he got your message, and now? HIS SOUL LEFT HIS BODY. He gasps so loud that his mom knocks on his door like “Izuku?? Are you okay??”

You: "OMG WRONG PICTURE DEKU I’M GONNA JUMP OFF A CLIFF"

Him: "WAIT DON’T JUMP I’M ALSO GONNA DIE FROM THIS HELP—"

HE IS PANICKING. His brain is a 404 ERROR. His freckles are brighter than ever. He’s stuttering, sweating, AND shaking.

🟢 Aftermath: He avoids eye contact for a week. When you finally corner him, he just whispers: "I saved it before I realized… should I delete it? Do you—do you want me to keep it?" 😳

🔥 Dabi

🔵 Reaction: He opens it, stares for two seconds, then smirks like the smug bastard he is. "Oh? Well, well, well. Looks like Christmas came early for me."

You: "DABI. IT WAS AN ACCIDENT."

Him: "Uh-huh. Sure. Who was it meant for then?" 😏

If you tell him it was meant for nobody, he just laughs and texts back: "Wanna make it not an accident? I’m free tonight."

🔥 Aftermath: He will never let you live this down. You will be reminded every day about it. You’ll walk into the room, and he’ll just casually say, “Ah, my personal model has arrived.” 😏

💜 Shigaraki Tomura

🔴 Reaction: He drops his phone. It just thuds onto the floor while he stares into space, reconsidering life itself.

You: "OMG I’M SO SORRY WRONG PICTURE."

Him: "…The fuck am I supposed to do with this information."

He sits there, looking at his phone like it personally offended him. His hands are hovering over the screen like he’s too scared to touch it.

💜 Aftermath: "You’re gonna corrupt me." That’s what he tells you, and then later, out of nowhere, he just goes, "So… you got any more accidents in you?" 😏

💚 Tamaki Amajiki

🔵 Reaction: IMMEDIATELY THROWS HIS PHONE ACROSS THE ROOM LIKE IT BURNED HIM. Tamaki.exe has stopped working.

You: "TAMA I’M SO SORRY WRONG PIC OMG PLEASE RESPOND"

Him: "I—I CAN NEVER FACE YOU AGAIN."

He’s literally curled up in a ball, shaking and overheating like a broken laptop. His face is so red it might explode.

🔵 Aftermath: The next time he sees you, he just stares at the ground and mumbles, "I-it was a nice picture… I mean—NO, I DIDN’T MEAN TO SAY THAT, I’M GONNA PASS OUT." 😵

🟡 Mirio Togata

🟡 Reaction: INSTANT GRIN. "Aw, babe, that’s not the cat picture you meant to send, huh?" 😆

You: "MIRIO PLEASE DELETE IT"

Him: "Delete it? But I think it's a work of art." 😏

He does not stop smiling. And not in a pervy way—he just thinks it's hilarious. This man is SO confident that instead of freaking out, he’s teasing you instantly.

🟡 Aftermath: Later, he walks up to you, gives you a kiss, and whispers, "If you ever wanna send another one… maybe on purpose this time?" 😏

🦋 Hawks (Keigo Takami)

🔴 Reaction: Whistles. "Damn, angel, wasn’t expecting that so early in the day." 😏

You: "HAWKS I DIDN’T MEAN TO—"

Him: "No need to explain, babe. Happy accidents exist for a reason." 😌

He’s WAY too smooth about it, texting you back instantly with, "You look gorgeous, by the way." No shame. No embarrassment. Just pure, raw Keigo energy.

🦋 Aftermath: You’re hiding your face in embarrassment, but he’s just living his best life. "Just letting you know, if you ever wanna send another one, I wouldn’t complain. Just saying." 😏

🦾 All Might (Toshinori Yagi - Small Form)

🔵 Reaction: NEARLY DIES. His soul leaves his body. You just killed the Number One Hero.

You: "I’M SO SORRY WRONG PIC!!!"

Him: "OH MY GOODNESS, MY DEAR Y/N, I—I MUST ERASE THIS FROM MY MEMORY AT ONCE." 😱

He’s sweating bullets, looking around like the police are about to break down his door.

🦾 Aftermath: HE NEVER MENTIONS IT AGAIN. Ever. You traumatized him. The man nearly coughed up a lung. 😭

💀 Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead)

🔵 Reaction: Opens the message. Stares at it. Blinks once. Exhales. Closes his phone.

You: "SHOUTA I’M SO SORRY WRONG PICTURE"

Him: "Hnn. Sure." 😐

Literally does not react for a solid five minutes. You are panicking, but he’s just sitting there like it’s a normal Tuesday.

💀 Aftermath: That night, he just casually mutters, "Next time, don’t send it by accident." And then he goes to sleep like he didn’t just end your entire existence. 😭

👁️ Shinsou Hitoshi

🟣 Reaction: Raises an eyebrow. "Oh?"

You: "HITOSHI WRONG PIC OMG"

Him: "Damn. You sure? I wouldn’t mind if it wasn’t a mistake." 😏

HE’S SO CALM ABOUT IT. He texts you back way too smoothly, and now you’re just screaming into your pillow.

🟣 Aftermath: The next time you see him, he just leans in and whispers, "No take-backs, kitten." 😏

🐙 Hanta Sero

⚫ Reaction: SPITS OUT HIS DRINK.

You: "OMG SERO IGNORE THAT PLS."

Him: "HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO IGNORE IT WHEN MY EYES HAVE BEEN BLESSED???" 😳

He physically collapses onto his bed, kicking his feet, blushing, and screaming into a pillow. This man is LOSING IT.

⚫ Aftermath: He teases you about it for the next three years. "Hey babe, remember that time you—" "SERO. SHUT UP." 😭

⚡ Denki Kaminari

🟡 Reaction: "OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY GODDDDDD." Brain fried. Man is straight-up malfunctioning.

You: "DENKI I SWEAR WRONG PICTURE"

Him: "DO IT AGAIN THO???" 😳

He is so flustered but also so down bad. He’s grinning like an idiot, kicking his feet, and combusting all at once.

⚡ Aftermath: You will never hear the end of it. "Babe, you got any more accidents planned?" 😏

👓 Iida Tenya

🔵 Reaction: PHONE SLIPS OUT OF HIS HANDS. SCREEN GOES BLACK. He is HORRIFIED.

You: "IIDA I’M SO SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN TO—"

Him: "Y/N. THIS IS HIGHLY INAPPROPRIATE. HOWEVER—" he clears his throat "I appreciate the trust you have placed in me." 😳

👓 Aftermath: Later, he adjusts his glasses nervously and mumbles, "I-I did not delete it yet… Should I? Or… do you want me to… keep it…?" 😳

🐦 Tokoyami Fumikage

⚫ Reaction: IMMEDIATE EXISTENTIAL CRISIS. "…" closes phone. "…" takes deep breath.

You: "TOKO I’M SO SORRY—"

Him: "…" whispers to Dark Shadow "…What do I do?" 😨

Dark Shadow: "ASK FOR MORE, DUMBASS." 😈

⚫ Aftermath: He avoids you for days until Dark Shadow starts teasing him about it in front of you. "Toko, tell Y/N what you thought about the picture!" 😈 "DARK SHADOW, I SWEAR TO THE GODS—" 😳

🧊 Neito Monoma

🔵 Reaction: "Ah-ha! So even you make mistakes! How utterly humiliating for you!" 😏

You: "MONOMA I’M GONNA KILL YOU—"

Him: "Oh, don’t be mad. If anything, I’d say your form was… quite exquisite." 😌

🧊 Aftermath: HE HOLDS IT OVER YOUR HEAD FOREVER. "Remember that one time you tried to seduce me by accident? Ah, classic Y/N. Simply tragic." 😭

🕶️ Yuga Aoyama

💛 Reaction: "Ohoho~! My, my, mon amour, how scandalous!"

You: "DELETE IT, SPARKLE BOY."

Him: "But Y/N! Such beauty deserves to be appreciated!"

💛 Aftermath: He strikes a dramatic pose and says, "Next time, let me prepare a photoshoot for you~!" 😌

🌪️ Inasa Yoarashi

🟥 Reaction: "OOOOOH MY GOOOOOD—" PROCEEDS TO YELL SO LOUDLY THE WHOLE CITY HEARS IT.

You: "INASA STOP SCREAMING OMG."

Him: "I’M TRYING BUT MY BRAIN CAN’T HANDLE THIS KIND OF SURPRISE, Y/N!!!!" 😳

🌪️ Aftermath: He is SO dramatic. He acts like he was personally attacked by your beauty. "I WASN’T READY FOR SUCH PERFECTION, Y/N, HAVE MERCY ON ME." 😭

🟢 Sir Nighteye

🟢 Reaction: Looks at phone. Adjusts glasses. Takes a deep breath.

You: "SIR NIGHTEYE IT WAS A MISTAKE—"

Him: "Hmm. A rare mistake from you. How fascinating."

🟢 Aftermath: He literally does not react. But later, he smirks and says, "If I foresaw that happening again, I wouldn’t try to stop it." 😏

🟥 Shiketsu High’s Meatball Man: Seiji Shishikura

🔴 Reaction: Goes absolutely STILL. Stares at his phone like it just committed a crime.

You: "OMG SEIJI DELETE IT—"

Him: "…Distasteful. Utterly improper. Completely indecent." 😐

You: "I KNOW, IT WAS AN ACCIDENT—"

Him: "However…" clears throat "Your form is quite… refined." 😳

🔴 Aftermath: This man acts like he’s above it all, but his ears are bright red for WEEKS. Every time he looks at you, he just adjusts his tie unnecessarily and avoids eye contact. 😩

And if someone even jokes about it, he immediately snaps, "WE SHALL NEVER SPEAK OF THIS AGAIN." 😤

[rana030]

Can someone explain to me why everyone likes to describe their readers as innocent, shy, with no social skills whatsoever??? I want a more outgoing!reader with a bit of personality if you know what i mean.

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