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daisynik7 · 5 months

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Men who are just too fucking tired.

He comes home, shoulders hunched as he shuffles through the front door, eyes bloodshot and heavy from exhaustion. He sees you beaming at him, uplifting his spirit just enough to return a weak smile as he presses a kiss to your lips. It’s in the croak in his throat, the lack of spring in his step, the way he slumps into your embrace, in desperate need for a fucking break.

You’d do anything for your man, and right now, you don’t want him to think anymore. You want to empty his brains, clear his mind of stress, ease the worries out of his otherwise strong and sturdy body that’s been withered down mentally. He doesn’t say it explicitly, but you know he wants it. He needs it.

So, you give it to him. You take control tonight, leading him into the bedroom, coaxing him to relax against the pillows while you do all the work. He could fall asleep this instant if it wasn’t for his pretty plaything performing a private striptease for him. It gives him life to see you naked at the foot of the bed, nipples peaked, eyes wide with lust, removing his own clothes now. You tease the erection growing in his boxers as you shimmy his pants off, palm brushing against the bulge. He sucks in a breath, heart racing with anticipation and excitement, lifting his arms to help you hoist his shirt off. He pulls you in for a kiss, languid and sloppy, letting you explore his mouth. And he doesn’t say it. He doesn’t have to it, especially when his fingers toy with your throbbing clit. He wants a taste of you. That’s what he craves the most when he’s tired like this.

You straddle his face, lowering yourself slowly until your pussy meets his mouth, his tongue quick to swirl around your clit. He doesn’t rush, doesn’t need to. He likes savoring you like this. Doesn’t have to think about anything else, just his lips on this sweet cunt of yours. And when it begins to be too much for you, he can’t help but smile, finding the smallest boost of energy to squeeze your ass cheeks and bounce you on his face as you approach your orgasm.

He watches you carefully as you slide down his body, sinking onto his hard cock. He moans, low and guttural, when you rock your hips back and forth on his lap, riding him. The tension in his body has faded, and all he can think about now is how fucking good you feel around him. With his eyes closed, getting lost in the pleasure, he whimpers, “Please.”

He’s too cute, begging like this. And you don’t have the heart to tease him, something you might do if you were feeling particularly naughty. No, right now, you’re going to give him exactly what he wants, what he needs. You throw your ass back, swallowing his entire length with each stroke, waiting for that euphoric sensation of his cock pulsing inside you, shooting his hot load deep into your womb.

He's completely drained now as he reaches his arms towards you, what little energy he has left reserved to cuddling you lovingly until he falls asleep, finally at peace.

Shouta Aizawa, Choso Kamo, Detective Tsukauchi, Kishibe, Levi Ackerman, Nanami Kento, Reiner Braun + your favorite tired man who needs a fucking break

#LOL yes this is inspired by that post I made earlier #aizawa smut #choso smut #tsukauchi smut #kishibe smut #levi smut #nanami smut #reiner smut #I've never done one of these before so idk how else to tag #this was fun #mha smut #jjk smut #csm smut #aot smut

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chaoticsimp · 1 year

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Sweet Dreams

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18+ | MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Relationship: Aizawa X Reader (NSFW)

Content Warnings: NSFW/18+, praise, light dirty talk, oral (female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, begging, a dash of overstim?, established relationship (between Aizawa and reader).

A/N: Please let me know if I missed any. This is my first time writing smut so I'm still learning!

Summary: After years of being inactive you agree to a new mission. With the nerves creeping in, your partner (Aizawa) does what he can to help you relax.

Word Count: 2103

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It wasn’t often you accepted an assignment. You were happy to hang up your cape and raise the heroes of tomorrow. It felt like a lifetime ago that you’d spent years patrolling the streets, working in covert operations that had you shrouded in secrecy. It made it difficult to earn the respect of your students. So few had heard of your hero name and yet by the end of the first semester, you easily became a class favourite. You loved being a teacher. So, when Detective Tsukauchi reached out for your talents it surprised you how easy it was to say yes.

“You should be asleep.” You jumped at the voice and scrambled to gather the papers on the table.

“So should you.” You sighed, and you stopped trying to hide the papers having already been caught. You looked up to find Aizawa leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his bare chest, grey sweatpants hung off his hips and his tired eyes were on you. You briefly wondered how long he’d been silently standing there.

“I couldn’t sleep,” You admitted, although it was obvious. “The missions starts tomorrow, I-I guess I’m more nervous than I thought.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Aizawa had asked this more than once, but the question felt like it held more weight tonight. He moved closer to you, taking your hand in his and you knew he was also worried but didn’t want to make his worries your own.

“Yes. All-Might trusts Detective Tsukauchi, and I trust All-Might.” It was a response Aizawa had grown familiar with.

“You know, I could use the help of a certain Underground Hero.”

“And who would be left to watch my lousy kids? You could barely substitute for them,” He reminded.

“It’s hard to pull that icy glare you’ve perfected,” You teased earning an eye roll in response.

“If only they knew how intimidating you could be.” You smiled and looked back to the notes littering the dining table.

“I’m just going to go over it one more time, then I’ll…” Your words failed you when Aizawa hooked his finger under your chin, and he tilted your head to face him. Your heart sped up as his thumb ran across your lower lip.

“It’s late,” He reminded.

“I just want to be prepared,” You countered.

“Then let me help.”

Aizawa dropped his mouth to yours. The kiss was slow and sleepy, his lips were warm against yours and the slight taste of mint toothpaste had you thinking he had planned this all along. He made you stand, his mouth leaving yours to expertly hit the spots on your neck that made your breath hitch. He moved at a leisurely pace – his hands skimmed under the shirt of his you had on and found purchase on your hips. You were suddenly very aware of what little clothes you had on as Aizawa lowered to his knees. He took his hands from your hips and slipped the hairband off your wrist.

“What are you…” You felt the heat in your cheeks grow as you watched Aizawa pull back his hair, securing it in a low bun before he moved closer. You didn’t need to ask what was next as he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and you steadied yourself by grabbing the edge of the table.

“Sh-Shota maybe we should-” Your request was interrupted when he pressed a soft kiss against your clothed cunt.

“Maybe we should…?” Aizawa’s words vibrated through your core and your nails dug into the table in anticipation as he pulled your panties to the side.

“We-We should go…go to the…” Aizawa dipped his tongue between your folds, and you shuddered a breath as you leaned into the table. His fingers dug into the thigh draped over his shoulder and you released the table with one hand to grip his hair when he pulled back. He pressed warm kisses against your thigh, and you gasped as he sucked and gently bit at your skin.

“You know I don’t like when you don’t finish your sentences,” He teased, and you almost laugh. A quick retort held behind your teeth because as much as you wanted to tease back, you wanted his face lost between your plush thighs even more.

“We should go to the bedroom,” You finally gasped. His scruff rubbed against your sensitive skin, sending chills up your back and you briefly met his gaze as he tilted his head up.

“You want me to stop?” You quickly shook your head no. You never wanted him to stop, you were addicted to him, and he knew it. The moment he put up his hair, you were a goner, and all thoughts of the mission slipped away as you used your hand in his hair to tug him closer.

“Eager, aren’t we?” He asked the question as if he hadn’t been the one to kneel before you first. You didn’t respond, and Aizawa decided not to make you beg as he licked your clit. It was late – the minutes felt like seconds, and he wanted to savour every moment. Your head fell back, Aizawa always knew exactly what you needed. He had turned eating you out into a skill, one he had mastered. He knew where to apply pressure, and just when to slow down and speed up. He knew how to make your head spin, and your thighs trembled when he curled two fingers into you.

“Sh-Shota.” Your moans were like a song, and Aizawa couldn’t get enough. The table slid a little as you pushed your weight into it, your back arched and your lips parted as he wrapped his mouth around your bundle of nerves.

“Fuck,” You gasped, and your hand jerked in Aizawa’s hair as his fingers found your sweet spot. You could almost feel him smirking against your skin as your walls fluttered around him, and that familiar coil began to tighten in your stomach. You rolled your hips, and he knew to move his fingers quicker.

“Don’t stop. Please, please just like that,” You whined as you drew closer to the edge. His fingers felt too good, and his lips suctioned around your clit just right.

“Sho, I-I’m-” You couldn’t get the words out as you tipped over the edge. Your toes curled, your thighs shook around his head and your hold on his hair became painfully tight as your orgasm crashed over you. He didn’t stop until you were done, until your back lowered and you rested your weight against the table. His fingers left you first and you slowly released your hold on his hair as his stubble tickled your thigh.

“Good girl,” He mumbled against your skin. You looked down at him as he gently lowered your leg, your balance uneven and you felt a slight twinge in your back from the edge of the table as Aizawa pulled it back into place. He wiped his mouth with his free hand and before you could say anything he lifted you onto the table.

“One more.” He pressed a kiss beneath your ear, and the papers on the table crinkled as he pushed you to your back.

“Just one more and I’ll give you everything,” He promised. All you could do was nod as he repositioned himself between your legs. He hoisted up your thighs, his hands beneath your knees as he spread you open. Your legs trembled in his hands as he ran his cock through your folds, coating it in your slick.

“Shota,” You whined.

“Patience,” He replied, but you couldn’t be sure if he was speaking to you or to himself. Aizawa let out an uneven breath as he slowly sunk into you, his grip on your thighs prevented you from moving closer forcing you to endure his drawn-out pace.

“So tight,” He breathed as he pushed himself to the hilt and paused. You tried to wiggle your hips, but his iron grip held as he met your pleading eyes.

“Patience," He repeated, and your eyes clamped shut as he pulled out slower than he had entered. You could have cried as he drew out each thrust, his hips moved in that slow methodical rhythm again, and again, and again. The coil in your stomach had already begun to retighten as he pushed your knee's back a little more and thrusted into you a little deeper.

"Shota, please," You begged. At this point, you'd do anything to have him speed up even a millisecond.

“Look at me,” He demanded, and you managed to meet his gaze through your lashes. Part of him wanted to give in, spoil you like you deserved but the other was lingering on every pant and moan that escaped your lips. It was the part of him that wanted to draw this out and relished in the way your body moved in response to his slightest adjustments. You took him so well, and if he could burn the image of you beneath him behind his eyelids he would.

“Good girl,” He whispered the praise against your calf.

“So, fucking good for me.” Aizawa hooked his arms under your legs, and you lifted yourself up from the table as he pulled you into him. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he boosted you up, using the edge of the table for stability and angling you just enough to hit that sweet spot with every thrust.

“M-More,” Your plea is barely audible.

“What was that?” He grunted.

“More, more, more,” Your pleas hit his ear again and it made Aizawa’s hips stutter, briefly breaking his steady pace. Aizawa loved your intelligence, loved your way with words. He had watched you handle the press, students, and parents with unparalleled grace, but there was something that stirred deep inside him when he was able to turn your mind to putty, to reduce you to one-worded sentences.

“Go ahead.” For once he doesn’t make you beg more than you already had. He doesn’t take you to the edge and keep you there for however long he cared to, and you found yourself babbling thanks as one of your hands left his neck to draw circles on your clit.

“Fuck,” Aizawa breathed. He could feel you tighten around him, sucking him in so beautifully as he bounced you on his cock. Your skin was like fire against his and it was a warmth he already found himself missing.

“Sho, I-”

“Cum for me.” It was all you needed to tip you over the edge again. That coil snapped as your body tightened and your second orgasm washed over you, flooding your senses with ecstasy. Aizawa turned his head to watch you as you came, memorizing your beautiful face. Your end brought him to his own as he gave one final deep thrust and filled you as well as he always did.

“I love you,” He whispered between pants, his lips pressed gentle kisses to your cheek and neck to help you land from your high.

“I love you,” He repeated, burning the words into your skin. Aizawa was always one to show love rather than say it, but with you leaving he wanted the words to ring in your head for the weeks to come. Aizawa set you back on the table when he felt your body begin to relax, he let down your legs and you released a blissful sigh as he pulled out of you. Your hands pushed back the hair that clung to his face, and you kissed him so sweetly he thought he would break.

“It’s going to be okay,” You assured him, stroking over his stubble as he pressed his forehead to yours.

“It’s going to be okay,” He repeated, assuring himself just as much as he was trying to assure you. You smiled, your smile turning into laughter as he scooped you into his arms.

“Now will you sleep?” He asked as he carried you to the bedroom. You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before resting your head against his shoulder.

“Yes,” You promised. Aizawa lowered you to the bed first before crawling over to his side, he pulled the blanket over the both of you. His arms opened as your head found its way to his chest, and you listened to his heartbeat as he wrapped you in a snug embrace. He pressed a final kiss to the top of your head and your eyelids grew heavy as you fell into a peaceful sleep in the arms of the man you loved.

#aizawa x you #aizawa shouta #aizawa shota x reader #aizawa smut #mha fanfiction #aizawa x reader #aizawa x reader smut #my hero acedamia

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ao3feed-kiribaku · 2 months

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Learn to Wear Each Other Well

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/qZYvJmn by thereweregiants During internship work, a child's quirk manifesting causes Bakugou and Hagakure to switch bodies. It's not the easiest thing to be the center of attention for most of your life, and then suddenly find yourself literally invisible. Between a new invisible female body, impending graduation, Krishima suddenly acting weird, and a wedding full of nosy relatives, Bakugou is not having the best week. Words: 32280, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Hagakure Tooru, Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Masaru, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Midoriya Izuku, Tsukauchi Naomasa, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia) Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou Additional Tags: Bodyswap, Invisibility, Voyeurism, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Weddings, There Was Only One Bed read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/qZYvJmn

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bnha #mha #kiribaku #krbk #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki

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ao3feed-toshinko · 6 months

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Thankfully Together

by Insane_Sanity

Thirty days hath November, thus thirty ships I shall write for the month known for Thankfulness.

In the spirit of thankfulness, most of these prompts are going to be happy ending based even if they start out tragic. I usually write character x reader stuff, so I thought this would be a fun challenge for me. Also cool to see if anyone else agrees with how my ships pan out.

Words: 3267, Chapters: 1/30, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Class 1-B (My Hero Academia)

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochaco, Kirishima Eijirou/Ashido Mina, Mashirao Ojiro/Hagakure Tooru, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki, Todoroki Shouto/Yaoyorozu Momo, Ashido Mina/Sero Hanta, Aoyama Yuuga/Hagakure Tooru, Hatsume Mei/Iida Tenya, Kendou Itsuka/Monoma Neito, Shiozaki Ibara/Tokoyami Fumikage, Bakugou Katsuki/Tokage Setsuna, Shouji Mezou/Tsunotori Pony, Komori Kinoko/Kouda Kouji, Satou Rikidou/Yanagi Reiko, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor/Todoroki Rei, Takami Keigo | Hawks/Todoroki Fuyumi, Melissa Shield/Todoroki Natsuo, Asui Tsuyu/Tsuburaba Kousei, Tsukauchi Naomasa/Sousaki Shino | Mandalay, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Tsuchikawa Ryuuko | Pixie-bob, Nishiya Shinji | Kamui Woods/Takeyama Yuu | Mount Lady, Bakugou Masaru/Bakugou Mitsuki, Yamado Hizashi | Present Mic/Fukukado Emi | Ms. Joke, Midoriya Inko/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Kan Sekijirou | Vlad King/Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Awata Kaoruko | Bubble Girl/Sasaki Mirai | Sir Nighteye, Aiba Manami | La Brava/Tobita Danjuurou | Gentle Criminal

Additional Tags: Romance, Smut, UNUSUAL SHIPS, Bondage, Self-Doubt, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, simple stuff, Slow Burn

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51247585

#ao3feed #toshinko #all might #yagi Toshinori #Inko Midoriya

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ao3feed-hitoshi-shinsou · 11 months

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What's Your Name, Vigilante?

What's Your Name, Vigilante? by The Raven Nevermore

It's Hitoshi's second year in UA's Hero Course, about to be his third year, and it's a new work studies week when he and Aizawa spot the vigilante that had popped up three months ago. Nuru, as he calls himself, decides to trust Hitoshi and Shōta in hopes of becoming himself again after the three years of human experimentation that he had endured and eventually reveals his true identity to them.

⚠️TW: human experimentation, torture, attempted assassination⚠️

Words: 40933, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 12 of Raven's Random One-Shots

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Tsukauchi Naomasa, Tsuragamae Kenji, Tamakawa Sansa, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Original Characters, Tsutsumi Kaina | Lady Nagant, Shinsou Hitoshi's Parents, Bakugou Katsuki's Parents, Midoriya Izuku's Family, Inui Ryou | Hound Dog, Nedzu, Shuuzenji Chiyo | Recovery Girl, Class 1-A, Class 1-B

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Shinsou Hitoshi, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki & Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku & Original Male Character(s), Bakugou Katsuki/Original Male Character(s), Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Original Male Character(s), Inui Ryou | Hound Dog & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Nedzu, Midoriya Izuku & Shuuzenji Chiyo | Recovery Girl

Additional Tags: Mild Smut, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Human Experimentation, Torture, Midoriya Izuku Has PTSD, Midoriya Izuku Has Nightmares, Midoriya Inko's Bad Parenting, Midoriya Hisashi's Bad Parenting, Villain Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Vigilante Midoriya Izuku, Genderfluid Shinsou Hitoshi, Shinsou Hitoshi is in Class 1-A, Hero Department Shinsou Hitoshi, Second Year Class 1-A, Shinsou Hitoshi is a Good Friend, Shinsou Hitoshi is a Good Significant Other, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Original Character(s), Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, Midoriya Izuku Has Multiple Quirks, Midoriya Izuku Has a Cat Quirk, Midoriya Izuku Has a Sibling, Attempt at Humor, Humor, Fluff, Assassination Attempt(s)

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47318899

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Shindeku #♥#Shindeku #Aizawa Shouta #⚣#R:M #W:V #A:Raven #Vigilante AU #Quirk AU #Dadzawa

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ao3feed-tododeku · 2 years

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The Result of an Accidental Murder

The result of an accidental murder by SlobberingSloth

Midoriya Izuku didn't want any of this. He didn't want to have to become a vigilante. he didn't want to kill the one person who truly believed in him.

But, here he is anyway. Sat in a police station, questioned on how he became one of the most feared vigilantes in modern history.

Words: 6421, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Underage

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Tsukauchi Naomasa, Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Masaru, Sensei | All For One, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Kurogiri, Shinsou Hitoshi, Class 1-A, Akaguro Chizome | Stain, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Midoriya Inko & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi

Additional Tags: Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, Vigilante Midoriya Izuku, Accidental Murder, Dadzawa, Bakugou Katsuki Gets Therapy, Aftermath of Violence, Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk, Adopted Midoriya Izuku, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Fluff and Angst

Find Here: http://archiveofourown.org/users/SlobberingSloth

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Tododeku #💚#💙#Tododeku #Erasermic·#♥#R:M #W:D #W:U #W:V #A:SlobberingSloth #Quirk AU #Vigilante AU #Dadzawa #Fluff #Angst

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ao3feed-dadzawa · 2 years

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Living to Die

Living To Die by LazycatAccount

Sometimes life is a bitch and then you die, or keep living. Or Izuku keeps on living after being talked away from the edge by Kurogiri. A shit life with shittier classmates and teachers, Izuku went to end it all. Kurogiri, scouting the area for a takeoff location for the USJ attack, finds Izuku. Maybe if he had been younger, Izuku wouldn't have taken a villain's hand. Maybe if Izuku were as heroic of heart as he wanted to believe, he would have left. So hypothetically, life's a bitch, he kept on living and took the offer to become the monster society created to tear it down.

First fic from the author.

Words: 1896, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Major Character Death

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Additional Tags: Tags Contain Spoilers, Suicide Attempt, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Suicidal Midoriya Izuku, Suicidal Thoughts, Depressed Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Has PTSD, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting, Midoriya Inko's Bad Parenting, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, Villain Midoriya Izuku, Hurt Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku-centric, Sensei | All For One is Midoriya Hisashi, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk, Sensei | All For One Being an Asshole, Hero Public Safety Commission Bashing, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Being an Asshole, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Bashing, Parental Kurogiri, Mental Health Issues, Child Neglect, Neglectful Midoriya Inko, Past Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, no beta we die like sir nighteye, Dabi is a Todoroki, Bullying, Emotional Manipulation, No Smut, No Sex, No Romance, Married Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Shinsou Hitoshi, Trans Bakugou Katsuki, Dissociation, Sassy Midoriya Izuku, Let Midoriya Izuku Swear, My First Fanfic

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41132079

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Dadzawa #♥#Erasermic #Izuku Midoriya #Inko Midoriya #W:D #W:S #A:Lazy #Villain AU #Quirk AU #Dadzawa #Mental Illness #Abuse #Angst

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ao3feed-izch · 6 months

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Thankfully Together

by Insane_Sanity

Thirty days hath November, thus thirty ships I shall write for the month known for Thankfulness.

Words: 3267, Chapters: 1/30, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Class 1-B (My Hero Academia)

Additional Tags: Romance, Smut, UNUSUAL SHIPS, Bondage, Self-Doubt, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, simple stuff, Slow Burn

source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51247585

#ao3feed #dekuraka #izch #izuku midoriya #izuocha #ochako uraraka #ochadeku #auto

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sero-pairo · 11 months

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Every Breath You Take, Every Move You Make, Ill Be Watching You

by RWBYsnow, Snowykat

Izuku Midoriya had his dreams crushed after being attacked by a sludge villain, after his once friend told him to take a swan dive off a rooftop. he was kicked out at 13 years old, the day after it happened, how can a quirkless abused child survive on the streets? even one as smart as izuku, well with the help of a lie detector detective, and the support of so many people. he was given the opportunity to learn, an he excelled, and then after a trip to the united states to train at Quantico with the FBI"s BAU he came back and began to make a name for himself. now follow him, his two hero fiances, his friends and his amazing team as he works to solve cases and keep himself safe.

(summary will change when i stop sucking and writing them lol)

Words: 7803, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga), Criminal Minds (US TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Multi

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Midoriya Izuku/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Go to U.A. High School, Analyst Midoriya Izuku, Protective BAU Team (Criminal Minds), Genius Midoriya Izuku, Parental Tsukauchi Naomasa, One-Sided Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Stalking, Uraraka Ochako is a Bad Friend, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki Bashing, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Bashing, Retired Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Being an Asshole, Smut, Abusive Midoriya Inko, Abusive Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto is a Good Friend, Shinsou Hitoshi is a Good Friend

from AO3 works tagged 'Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto', https://ift.tt/9rGDcwV

#seroroki #todosero #todoroki shouto #sero hanta #serotodo #todoroki x sero #sero x todoroki #bnha #m

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tonya-the-chicken · 2 years

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That anon is not wrong tho. Tsukauchi's body language around Endeavor is charged with sexual tension. He's wary of the man yet, like, even before the War, Endeavor walks upto him and the way they both act it's like he was expecting Endeavor to acknowledge they had a one night stand or something like be careful when Endeavor starts talking business about Hawks without naming him in a casual way and Tsukauchi gets mad.

I am losing my mind Tsukauchi x Enji best ship (I remember seeing fanart for it lmao but it might have been smut)

#asks #bnha #who will come up with the ship name?

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ao3feed-kiribaku · 2 months

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Verdant Valley

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/epyFTuv by Angelleap77 Izuku writes what? Yep, smut and gore fics. Check this, so does Denki. All Might decides to finally ruin Izuku's life, revealing his quirkless status. Chaos and bad situations ensue. Feral Nezu unlocked. Kami help us all. Words: 29064, Chapters: 5/?, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Sakamata Kuugo | Gang Orca, Nezu, Tsukauchi Naomasa, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Ishiyama Ken | Cementoss, Other Characters Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Shouto/Yoarashi Inasa, Midoriya Izuku/Yoarashi Inasa, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto/Yoarashi Inasa, Implied Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou - Relationship, implied Tsuyu Asui/Tokoyami Fumikage, other implied relationships Additional Tags: Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Quirkless Discrimination (My Hero Academia), Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Break, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, Villain Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is So Done, Interrogator Bakugou Mitsuki read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/epyFTuv

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bnha #mha #kiribaku #krbk #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki

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ao3feed-hitoshi-shinsou · 1 year

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When Cards are Swapped, You Start to See Each Other's Colors

When cards are swapped, you start to see each other's colors by Daddy Issues 101

After all the years of being forced into the quirkless comunity, Midoriya decides to become a vigilante with his hidden quirk while at the same time, trying to become the first ever quirkless hero. Of course, life for him is also living hell from having to deal with his past, present, and potential future.

It's not helping that he needs to also be two different people at the same time right in front of his all-time favorite hero. As soon as Midoriya and Eraserhead start becoming somewhat friends, life starts to lighten up, maybe he would be able to finally trust someone with his problems?

Well, he really has no one to blame but himself when he lets his guard down, does he?

Words: 1771, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Midoriya Hisashi, Midoriya Izuku, Shinsou Hitoshi, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Tsukauchi Naomasa

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Class 1-A, Midoriya Izuku/Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku & Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto, Class 1-A & Midoriya Izuku, Eri & Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Tsukauchi Naomasa, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Tsukauchi Naomasa, Midoriya Izuku & Tsukauchi Naomasa

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Mainly Hurt, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk, Vigilante Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Wants to Help, Quirk Accident, Hurt Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Midoriya Izuku is a Good Friend, Midoriya Izuku Has Trust Issues, Midoriya Izuku Has PTSD, Midoriya Izuku Has Self-Esteem Issues, Depressed Midoriya Izuku, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicidal Midoriya Izuku, No Smut, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is So Done, Hurt Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is a Good Teacher, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Has PTSD, Depressed Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Suicidal Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, he's more reckless than suicidal though, Mentioned Shirakumo Oboro, Dead Shirakumo Oboro, Abusive Midoriya Inko, Midoriya Inko Being an Asshole, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Being an Asshole, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Being an Idiot, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Bashing, Yagi Toshinori | All Might is a Bad Teacher, Sensei | All For One is Not Midoriya Hisashi, Dead Midoriya Hisashi, Quirkless Midoriya Hisashi, Midoriya Izuku is a Ray of Sunshine, Good Parent Midoriya Hisashi, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Gun Violence, Shinsou Hitoshi is in Class 1-A, Shinsou Hitoshi is a Good Significant Other, Shinsou Hitoshi Replaces Mineta Minoru, Protective Shinsou Hitoshi, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Angry Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki Needs a Hug, Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Friend, Regretful Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto is a Good Friend, Todoroki Shouto Has a Crush, I'm Bad At Tagging, Child Neglect, Neglectful Midoriya Inko, forgot some oops

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44124798

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Shindeku #♥#Shindeku #Aizawa Shouta #⚣#W:S #A:Daddy #Vigilante AU #Quirkless AU #Dadzawa

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touyaspeach · 3 years

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previous // masterlist // next

sometimes the truth hurts / more than the lies / my feelings for you / they'll never die / you say that I'm perfect / then wouldn't it be worth it to try again?

chapter 11 - you don't want me anymore

a/n ; well, the angst kind of uhhhh.... i hope you want more cause the next few chapters are going to hurt a lot until we get past the reveal.

warnings; smut, angst, rimming (m), body worship (m, f), praise (m), fem bodied reader, comfort words; 5.3k thanks ; @katonshoko for beta reading, @a-shy-blueberry and @eikatslut for help with the visuals, and @cyancherub for ever the encouragement.

Tsukauchi hated working with Endeavor on a good day, but this case was special, this case hit close to home for everyone. And Tsukauchi knew that by involving the pro hero, things might turn out poorly, thanks to his rage and the sensitivity of the subject at hand. It was his fault that the girl was orphaned, it was his unbridled fury and literal hellfire that pushed her towards the path of villainy, assuming she was still alive.

And currently, that was the assumption they were focusing on. And therefore, involving Endeavor was the logical course of action. Fortunately for Tsukauchi, he hadn’t had to work with the number one hero since he rose to the top of the charts. But as he waited patiently for the meeting to begin, he still felt those nerves bubbling in his veins.

The room was warm, too warm to be in a suit, the air was still and heavy, and the fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows around the room. All of this was by design.

Tsukauchi stood as the door opened, and in walked the one person he did not want to be in such a room with. Dressed rather casually, or maybe it was that he wasn’t accustomed to seeing him without his uniform, in walked Todoroki Enji. His red hair cropped, a dusting of matching facial hair across his strong chin, and a stern, stoic expression on his face. He knew what this was about.

“Endeavor, thank you for meeting with me today,” he spoke, bowing deeply.

“Yeah. Let’s get it over with,” Enji said plainly, sitting rigidly in the chair across from Tsukauchi. He looked comically large in this space, but that was just him. Larger than life in every sense.

“I’m sure you are familiar with the reason I called to meet with you today, correct?”

Enji nodded.

“I’ll get right to it,” Tsukauchi slid a very plain-looking manilla envelope across the table, which Enji flipped open, studying the contents as Tsukauchi continued, “We ran the blood samples three times to make absolutely sure of who they belonged to, and every time came back as a match. Not only that, but we were able to identify the charred corpse as one; Hiromi Hana. You wouldn’t have heard that name, I’m sure. She was a drug-addict turned model who we believed had ties to the League of Villains. Though there were always more pressing cases to attend, so that line of investigation was never pursued.

“Based on the accusations of Miss Hiromi and her potential ties, as well as the state of the scene and her corpse, we have reasons to believe that the League of Villains is, in fact, involved. Specifically Dabi, due to the amount of heat necessary to burn a body so quickly without spreading further. There are only a few fire quirks in our database that could potentially do that. Actually, there are two. Yours, and Dabi’s.

“Due to the involvement of Miss y/n, knowing your involvement in her own case, we’re not only asking for your cooperation in this investigation, but also your hand in helping follow this lead. Hopefully all the way to the League of Villains.”

Tsukauchi paused, studying Enji’s expression as he flipped through the file, stoic as ever. Unreadable. Of course, he would expect nothing less from such a man.

Enji closed the file, placing it gently back on the table. An action Tsukauchi noticed, as one that would have been much more violent in years past. Time must have changed him. Enji leaned back in that too-tiny chair, lulling his head back and bringing one massive hand up to pinch at the bridge of his nose.

“The sins of my youth are coming back to haunt me,” he said with a sigh.

This was not the reaction Tsukauchi had expected. He was prepared for anger, outbursts, perhaps even a burnt file and broken chair. Not this… docile and tired one he was given.

“I’ll cooperate, of course. I’ll do whatever I can to help find answers, and be your muscle if you need me.”

“I appreciate it, Enji. I know this can’t be easy for you.”

It wasn’t easy for him. Stepping out into the chilly air, Enji’s mind was focused on one fact alone: Dabi. And his interaction with you. Might you be the missing child? The child orphaned by his own hand? His own flames? Considering the blood loss, the state of your injuries, the mentioning of his dead son’s name… It must be.

And that meant you were definitely involved with the League of Villains. It was his own actions that sent you down that path, and so he felt the burden of responsibility weigh heavily on his shoulders.

More importantly, his son was alive. Maybe. If all of the dots connected in the way he assumed they did: Touya was Dabi, and you were in love with him. That’s what you’d said, and Enji could only assume you meant romantically. And so, more weight was added to that burden, already heavy with grief, with despair, with anger at nobody but himself.

You and Touya, killed and brought back to life together by none other than himself. He was to blame for everything and he knew that. Every death brought on by both of you, every crime, every ounce of pain bestowed upon others were also sprinkled atop this mountainous onus that was his alone to bear.

Overwhelmed with grief, and at the surging rumours of the Paranormal Liberation Front, he tried his best to stuff all of that into the tiny box inside his chest, and throw away the key.

With his coat discarded haphazardly to the side, and his shirt along with it, Touya sat in the center of the sofa. It was small, big enough for two people at most, and he took up the majority of it. Leaning forward, with his hands on his knees and his head bowed, you started the recording.

“I am Todoroki Touya. The eldest son of Endeavor,” he said, lifting his head and spreading his arms to reveal the state of his body. Burned skin patchwork and barely holding on by staggered staples, a dejected expression on his face as he didn’t look directly into the camera.

“To date, I’ve killed over thirty innocent people in cold blood… and today, I’d like everyone to know exactly what drove me to such despicable acts,” Touya’s arms lowered slightly, though he still did not meet the camera with his gaze.

“Once upon a time, Endeavor yearned for nothing but power. But when he found himself unable to surpass All Might, he despaired. To concoct even stronger quirks, my father forced the woman who would become my mother to marry him. That’s when my father created me, in pursuit of his selfish, egotistical dreams,” Touya’s shoulders slumped, you could see behind the show he was putting on, could see the way the truth in his words hurt him, the way that he felt too vulnerable putting himself on display.

“But, alas, I was a failed creation. It didn’t take long for him to reject me. I was tossed aside and forgotten,” it was then that those piercing turquoise eyes flicked to you. Not to the camera, but to you. “These murderous flames of mine are Endeavor’s flames.”

Shifting slightly in his seat, Touya took the papers that proved his lineage, and flipped them towards the camera, “With some of Endeavor’s blood left behind after his big fight in Kyushu, it came back with a 99.99% match. But who would believe in a medical document procured by a villain of all people? You all would need a little more convincing than that.”

“After bearing me, my father would force my mother to give birth to more off-spring, and it worked!” Touya flashed a bitter smile, but his face dropped almost instantly, “Some of you may know him as Shouto. But even with his trophy son, my father would still get physical with him. I’ve seen it firsthand. Endeavor doesn’t have any consideration or respect for others. He has a narrow, self-righteous mentality mired in his self-image. Do you think that kind of human should be allowed to assume the role of a hero? Let alone assume the position of number one?”

“I cannot forgive them!” Touya shouted, his voice nearly cracking as he brought his hands up, one clutching at the staples running along his chest, the other coming to his left eye. He looked directly at the camera then, brows furrowed with intense emotion.

You couldn’t help yourself, hot tears flooded down your face as you continued to record his confession, “They’re packaged and sold to you under the name of justice when they don’t even have an ounce of empathy! And on top of that, they dare call themselves ‘heroes’!! They are deceiving all of you!”

The desperation in his voice made you shudder, you clasped a hand over your mouth so that your sob wouldn’t be caught in the audio. You knew his story, he’d told you as much, but this felt different. It was a scream into the night, a child crying out for help, this was Touya. Not the villain, Dabi. This was Touya revealing himself at last.

“Please think more critically!” He surged forward slightly, his fingers digging into the skin on his chest, “The only ones they protect are themselves! Everyone, you are just being used as tools to protect and enable these ugly people!”

If he could cry, if his tear ducts hadn’t been burned up that day on Sekoto Peak, perhaps Touya would be crying now. Perhaps in his attempts to lay bare the sins of the Todoroki family, he’d cry for himself. For his siblings. For the life he never truly got to live before he died and was reborn from the ashes.

You cut the recording, collapsing in on yourself, falling to your knees as you doubled over and sobbed for him. He couldn’t cry, but you could, and you would shed enough tears for the both of you. Maybe your quirk isn’t blood-related afterall, maybe your quirk is ‘too much crying,’ or ‘empathy so strong it brings you to your knees.’

Touya watched you, knowing he should rush to comfort you. Knowing he should tell you that it’s okay and that he’s okay and that everything will be okay. But he can’t, he feels totally and completely numb. It’s like his brain shut itself off the moment the camera did, and so he sits on the sofa and watches you cry for him.

He wanted to pick you up and hold you in his arms and kiss your tears away. He wanted to lock you in a safe behind his ribs and keep you there so that he never has to see you like this again. Hurt, crying, in pain because of him. Always. He wanted, now that his confession was close to being public, to take you and run away with you. Maybe somewhere really far away where no one’s heard his name, and you can start over together. Have a life together.

The only emotion that Touya can feel in this moment is anger so white-hot, he’s surprised it doesn’t burn right through him and burn this entire place to the ground. You along with it. That’d be better for you, wouldn’t it? So you didn’t have to suffer anymore because of him? He had half a mind to do just that. He’d burn up with you, of course. It’s not like he could picture his future without you.

Once you felt the tears begin to subside; once the aching in your chest became less of an all-consuming pain and more of a dull throb, you unfurled yourself. Using your sleeve, you wiped your face and sniffled pitifully. Embarrassment took it’s hold, knowing that Touya had just sat there and watched as you broke down in front of him. For him.

You stood on shaking legs, keeping your face hidden, avoiding looking at him.

“So, that’s… that’s good then?” you uttered meekly, your voice raw.

“Guess so.”

“Right. I’m gonna go back now.”

Touya wanted to stop you. He wanted to grab you by the wrist and kiss you, but like an idiot he just sat there watching your back as you quickly walked away. How did this happen? How did you manage to take on all of his sins and carry them in your heart and still manage to love him? You loved him. He was sure of it. In every book and movie and tv show he’d ever seen, this is what love looks like.

Why did it feel so hollow?

You managed to stifle the tears long enough to make it back to your room, but as soon as the door shut you collapsed again. Why did it hurt so damn bad? Seeing that expression on his face, hearing his voice so desperate when normally he was calm? Knowing what all he went through? And why did his detachment right after get to you so badly? Up until now Touya had jumped at the chance to comfort you, to be close to you whenever possible, so this was a new development that hurt more than it should.

It felt like… abandonment.

That realization hit you right in the chest, winding you and causing you to curl in on yourself with a wet sob. Because it felt like abandonment, which is all you’ve ever known. That’s why. And Touya, too, had been abandoned, so you weeped for him as well. Even if you felt like he hated it.

Or maybe he hated you?

Whatever it was… surely it wasn’t love. Surely it wasn’t anything close to how you felt for him. You’d even told his bastard of a father the truth, so you must love him, right? That’s why this hurt so badly. Right? Right?

You allowed yourself another moment before picking yourself up and moving to flop onto the bed. The mattress was firm beneath you and, now that the tears had dried, you wanted nothing more than to sleep off these feelings. Maybe after a nap you’d feel better.

Touya was tired, too, but in a different way. An existential tiredness that only came about from baring your biggest secret to the world; from exposing yourself to millions. This disgusting body, disgusting life, disgusting soul. That’s what he was, at his core: disgusting. And though he wanted to hold you and tell you it’s okay, why would you want such a foul creature touching you?

But you’d let him touch you, didn’t you? Last night, early this morning, all the other times you plopped into his lap and roamed your hands on his body. When you used your quirk after Hana…

You’d called him beautiful, and you’d said it with such conviction. Did you still think that of him? After letting him fuck you? After listening to him desperately baring his soul to the world? He wanted to ask you, needed to confirm if you still meant those words.

The beautiful one was you. He felt that one simple fact in his bones. You were a beautiful person inside and out and how you ended up with him was still beyond his comprehension; why you wanted him was beyond his comprehension. He wanted to think you just wanted a quick fuck, an easy lay, knowing how whipped he was. But, well, that wasn’t remotely true. You’d been playing the long game since the start.

How unfortunate for you, to be with someone like him. He felt bad, selfish, keeping you all to himself. You deserved so much more than him. Than anyone in the league, really, you deserved a hero to keep you safe and protect you and give you the world. A hero like he’d never be. A life that you’d never get.

This back and forth with himself was getting tiresome he realized, packing up the equipment to return. Did he love you? Did he hate you? Did he want you? Need you? Yes. He did. Without you, surely he’d descend into insanity by now. Hana would still be alive, would he have killed her himself without you there to protect? He wanted to protect you so badly, he wanted to be your hero so bad it caught the breath in his lungs.

But being a hero for you… didn’t that mean saving you from himself? Fuck, he didn’t want this. He didn’t want to lose you when he just got you, but that’d be for the best. Better for you, better for him so that he could self-destruct in peace. So that he could self-sabotage in peace.

You were sleeping when he returned to your room, curled up on the bed, clutching a pillow tightly to your chest. The pillow he’d used last night. Did it smell like him? Is that why? He paused to study you, gently padding around to look upon your sweet sleeping face.

Yeah, you were the beautiful one. Before he could stop himself, he brushed a stray lock of hair from your face, causing you to stir and look up at him with bleary eyes. He sat beside you, stroking your cheek gently to help coax you from sleep.

“Hey, doll.”

“Touya..?” You pushed yourself up, looking at him with brows pinched in the middle. “What-”

He hushed you with a finger to your lips. “I don’t do this. Dabi doesn’t apologize for his actions, but … I’m sorry.”

You blinked, letting the words sink in. He apologized to you, presumably for earlier. “Dabi may not,” you ventured, voice quiet but gaze still locked onto his face, “But Touya does.”

You watched as his expression changed from one of remorse to one of desperate disbelief. He was Touya. With you, he was Touya. Why did it take him so fucking long to realize that? To the world he was Dabi, but with you… just Touya. Just a man. Nothing more and nothing less and the words he’d dare not speak nearly tumbled from his lips at the realization.

Then, his lips were on yours, kissing you deeply, lovingly. Pouring every ounce of adoration into it that he could. He loved you. He loved you. He loved you.

You succumbed to him, letting him press you back into the mattress and crawl over top of you. You let him kiss you, let him massage your tongue with his, let him roam his hands all along your body. He takes special care this time, and you’re shown, yet again, a side of Touya you’d never seen before. The first was slow and sweet, but hot in the way that the tension was finally broken. The second was hot and heavy and desperate. But this?

As he kissed you, he slid his palms down your belly, groaning at the soft, pliable flesh beneath his fingertips. He gave your hips a squeeze, rubbing little circles with his thumbs before moving down to your thighs which he squished and massaged, uttering a soft ‘fuck’ against your lips.

He pulled away from the kiss, then, to look down at you. “y/n…” he whispered, “you are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.”

His words, his actions, combined with the heartbreak from earlier made you flush. It’s like a switch was flipped somewhere inside of him, the cold detachment from before gave way to … reverence. Though you appreciated it, he was the one who needed revering, wasn’t he?

“Touya…” you took his hand, bringing those long, slender fingers to your lips, kissing the tip of each one. Then kissing each knuckle, each digit, pressing your lips to the healthy skin on the back of his palm. You didn’t pause before planting soft smooches to each of the staples that held him together, and you didn’t miss the way his breath caught in his throat.

What were you doing? He didn’t understand. Why would you kiss him so tenderly after his shitty actions earlier? After he just sat there and watched you cry over him? He wanted to make you feel good, but here you were doing to him exactly what he’d intended to do to you.

You propped yourself up against the headboard, continuing your assault up his arm. The flesh was textured, purple, and you weren’t even sure that he could feel it, but you kissed it anyway. You ran your fingertips up his forearm, feeling the uneven skin, roaming up to the crook of his elbow and then to his bicep. You slipped beneath the sleeve of his coat as your lips followed the path you’d set, and all Touya could do was watch as you did.

Your other hand came up to slowly push the heavy leather from his shoulders, and he let you remove it completely. Sliding up to his shoulders, you paused at the seam along his left arm, leaning forward to once again press gentle kisses to the staples there, before running your fingers along his collarbones.

“What are you doing?” He rasped, his voice was deep and ragged, thick with emotion at your ministrations. You seemed so content, so happy just touching him. Touya didn’t understand. Why would someone like you, someone so sweet and gentle and kind, treat him so tenderly? After he’d been so cruel to you? After all you’d been through because of him? Here you were, giving him exactly what he needed; and here he was, doing nothing but taking. Always taking.

But you didn’t reply, trailing down the front of him to lift his shirt. He helped you remove it, confusion written all over his face. You leaned further into him, you both kneeling before the other, and started kissing at his shoulder.

You felt along his broad chest, the healthy and smooth skin a stark contrast to where your lips worked over his neck. On instinct, Touya let his head fall back, allowing you more access to the long muscles there. And when you got to the seam along his chest, the strip across his belly, you worshipped them, too. Kissing every staple, along every seam, touching him everywhere he was afraid to be touched. Loving every inch of him in a way he’d never felt.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a gentle embrace as you kissed his nose, the healthy skin on his cheeks, the pretty purple of his jaw. All the while you ghosted soft fingertips down the length of his back, the hard muscles that ran along his spine, the seams on his shoulders, to finally rest on his neck.

Touya’s eyes fluttered closed when you pressed your lips to the staples beneath them, to each eyelid; and stayed shut when you similarly planted kisses to his forehead, his chin, and finally his lips. He let you kiss him how you wanted. He let you maneuver him around to press him back into the sheets. He let you work yourself on top of him and continue running your soft, sweet hands over his fucked gross body.

“You’re so beautiful, Touya,” you whispered, your lips against his belly as you kissed along the seam and staples there, too.

There it was. He didn’t even have to ask for it. You called him beautiful again, always somehow knowing just what he needed to hear and when. Was your real quirk, perhaps, mind reading? Had you taken a glimpse into that mess of a head of his, figured him out, and somehow chosen to treat him with such kind sincerity?

Because he wasn’t beautiful, not to himself. Not when he looked in the mirror and was reminded only of every bad thing that had ever happened to him, of every wrong he’s done. And you still call him beautiful. And he loved you.

He loved you, he repeated it as a mantra in his head while watching you shower him with silent praise and gentle touches. I love you, I love you, I love you so much I can’t fucking stand it. I’ll go insane with how much I love you.

Finally, you reached his belt, which you unbuckled with deft fingers. He helped you slide the remainder of his clothes off, exhaling shakily when the cold air hit his very flushed cock. He didn’t even realize how hard he was, too focused on drowning in you.

You traced a finger down the rows of piercings on his underside, letting it roll over each bar embedded beneath skin, down to the plush of his balls which you held gently in your hand. “Let me take care of you. Please.”

Touya’s throat bobbed when he swallowed hard, “What-”

“Trust me,” you cooed, wrapping your fingers around his length and stroking slowly, “Let me make you feel good. I want to try something.”

Fuck. God, the thought that you were going to do something new excited him. What did you have planned? His mind ran a mile a second trying to figure it out as he watched you run your tongue down from his head to his balls, and back up. One hand gently massaged at them, the other pumping at his base as you sank your mouth down around his head.

He groaned low and gravelly in his chest, feeling your hot, wet tongue slither around on his cock. It was already so much, he was feeling so vulnerable and to be treated, to be given such pleasure was overwhelming. He trusted you, and it was because of that he tucked both arms behind his head, allowing you full access to him.

You moved your mouth lower, still pumping him and playing with him. Lower to plant a few more sweet kisses to his thigh, to take one of those full, heavy balls into your mouth and suckle on it. His hips buck into you automatically, low calls of your name fell from his parted lips in the form of quick pants and ragged breaths. Touya was feeling good already. Not good enough to cum, but being pleasured like this.. It was special.

Your mouth wandered lower, still, laving over the tender area between; and when you finally lapped and sucked your way to his hole, he jolted and gasped. You’d only flicked your tongue over the tight ring once but he had such a delectable reaction to it. His body twitched, his hips bucked, his cock throbbed, his hole clenched. And best of all he moaned, light and pretty and such a far cry from the sounds before.

Those pretty new noises continued drawing out of his parted lips, and he pushed his hips up to give you better access. You stroked his cock, focusing on the head then pumping all the way to his balls and back up. Holding him open with your other hand, you began your slow laps over his clenching hole.

“Fuck-” Touya whined above you, his voice raised an octave. You took your time, swirling your tongue around the rim, letting your saliva pool and dribble down before slowly pressing into him. All the while you pumped him, palm gliding pre over those pretty piercings, listening to him moan for you in a way he never had before.

His body was on fire in the best way, all of your attention focused only on his pleasure, on making him feel as good as possible. It’s what he wanted to do for you, but somehow you beat him to it. He wanted to argue and protest and drag you up to him so he could stuff his mouth with your cunt, but you just felt so good.

He’d never felt it before, having his hole played with, and by your tongue no less. “F-fuck, fuck-” his voice was music to your ears, “y/n I’m s-so close I’m-” But he didn’t get to finish, as you swirled your tongue around in just the right way, hit his cock at just the right spot, he came all over himself. Milky, hot ropes coated his taut belly, all the way up to his chest.

Touya would have moaned louder, but he came so hard that his mouth fell open, and nothing but a huff of air came out. His hips thrust up desperately, fucking himself into your hand as he rode out his orgasm. You felt his ass clenching and spasming around your tongue, making you moan into him.

For several moments after, he was dazed, fucked out and overwhelmed by the intensity. He brought his arms down to cup either side of your face when you rose, removing yourself from his still throbbing cock and still fluttering hole. He looked down at you, eyes heavily lidded, face flushed and chest heaving, but the words he wanted to say caught behind his teeth.

He loved you, so why couldn’t he bring himself to say it? He loved you, why did it feel like he wasn’t allowed to? He wanted to kiss you, and tell you over and over just like he’d mantra’d in his head all day, but he couldn’t.

How unfortunate for you to be loved by someone like him. How unfortunate that you were such a giving, kind soul. How unfortunate that he’d lived his life without ever being taken care of, so that now you’re here and offering all he can do is take from you.

He let his hands drop, leaning his head back, and choked out a strangled, “fuck.”

You quickly moved for a towel, wetting it slightly so you could clean him off. The way he was laying, his arms crossed over his face to hide his expression and gather himself, reminded you too much of that night when Hana had hurt him. When you’d found him bleeding on the bedsheets and overwhelmed by everything. When you gave him your knife and let him choose where to cut you.

Did you do something wrong? He didn’t stir, even when you wiped his cum off of him, even when you laid a sheet over him and laid beside him. It looked like he felt good, it looked like he was enjoying this.

You watched him carefully, waiting for anything. You wanted to pull him into your chest and hold him close and tell him sweet things, but maybe he didn’t want to be touched. Just like back then.

“Touya..?” you whispered, and watched as his throat bobbed. You flattened your palm over his chest experimentally, and he groaned softly. But this wasn’t a sound of pleasure, this was a sound of pain.

“I-I’m sorry…”

Finally, he moved his arms, parting them to peer out at you with those gorgeous turquoise eyes. In them you saw pain, doubt, disbelief. A myriad of emotions that had bubbled to the surface in the wake of his pleasure. Emotions that he’d tried too long and too hard to bite back and swallow like the bile that now rose in his esophagus.

He didn’t have words for what he was feeling. You needed an explanation, to know that it wasn’t your fault. Except that it was your fault, but not in the way you were surely thinking. I love you so fucking much I can’t stand it, he thought again.

Gathering himself with a deep inhale he pushed himself up, supporting his weight on his arms. He couldn’t look at you, not right now. But you deserved to know.

“It’s…” he started, but his words faltered around the lump in his throat. Frustration attempted to take it’s hold; not being able to cry, not having a release of these emotions was probably the exact reason he’s held on to them for too long, too tightly. But, like he always does when this happens, he smiled.

“Damn, babygirl, I didn’t think you’d treat me so damn well. Why don’t you come over here and let me return the favor?”

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drabble dump pt6

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pairing(s): various x male reader

warnings: cursing, character death, hints of smut

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"kiss" — newton pulsifer (good omens)

Newton face flushed in embarrassment as he immediately tried to hide his face with his hands as he heard [Name] chuckle.

"Awe, come on dear," [Name] had said as he pulled Newton close to him as the other man tried to not shuffle more on his lap. "You're too cute to hide your face."

Newton felt his face heat up more on his lover's words. "Am... not... cute," he had said as [Name] gently took his hands away from hiding his face.

"Yeah, you are," [Name] chuckled as he placed a soft kiss on Newton's lips.

"pretty" — john marston (red dead redemption 2)

John face flushed as he turned the other way to avoid eye contact on the older outlaw that looked at him in amusement.

"What do we have here?" [Name] had asked sarcastically as he looked at John who was on the ground, tangled by his own rope.

"Shut up," John murmured in embarrassment.

"You know what, Johnny boy?" [Name] crouched down in front of John. "Yer pretty," he bluntly stated.

John looked at him in shock with his face flushed at those words. [Name] would usually insult him by now—

"Pretty fucking stupid, that is."

Ah... there it was.

"flirt" — shinsō hitoshi (boku no hero academia)

"Woah Hito-chan! Did you stayed up late at night thinking about me, because those eyebags says so!" Hitoshi rolled his eyes at [Name]'s comment as he heard the male then let out a boisterous laugh.

"Shut up idiot," Hitoshi had said as [Name] sat beside him and put an arm on his neck, the [Hair color] haired beaming him a smile.

"Awe, don't be like that Hito-chan!" [Name] sang as he peck Hitoshi's cheek and his smile widen when he saw Hitoshi looked away from him.

"Shut up you flirty idiot," Hitoshi grumbled but smiled at [Name].

"friends" — sniper / mundy (team fortress 2)

Sniper let out a pained grunt as his back slammed harshly on the wall. Glaring behind the orange tinted lens of his glasses, he saw the [Hair color] haired Agent clad in blue grinned at him.

"Hello there darling," Agent purred as Sniper glared at him.

"We'll get caught," The merc clad in red hissed as he saw the [Hair color] haired merc raised a brow at him.

"What do you mean, dear?" Agent said with false innocence as he leaned his face close to Sniper. "All I see is you and me being very, very close friends," Agent teased.

"thank you for the help" — tsukauchi naomasa (boku no hero academia)

"Thank you again for coming in on such short notice, [Last name]-san," said Naomasa as [Name] nodded.

"Don't mind," [Name] had nonchalantly said as he wave his hand in dismissal. "Happy to help as always," he chuckled, sending Naomasa a smile.

There was a calm silence between the two men, until Naomasa broke it.

"Say, [Last name]-san?" Naomasa said. "Would you perhaps accompany me for dinner?" A shy grin on his lips and pink on his cheeks as Naomasa continued. "For a... well, 'thank you for the help' dinner."

"Sure, why not?" [Name] shrugged, pink on his cheeks.