GYOMEI HIMEJIMA

“YOU’VE NEVER SQUIRTED?” KENMA

part 1 | part 2

It was actually a really awkward conversation in the kitchen of his apartment. The fresh toast sizzled against your fingers as you removed it from the toaster, the sun shined bright through his black curtains without quit, and because it was in his disposition to be up ungodly hours, you incorrectly assumed he’d hibernate in his room so you planned to head to your friend’s house for breakfast in a full face and clothes you never wore. Or technically, a full face and clothes you only wore out to places you cared about. Otherwise, you didn’t really dress to impress.

500 FOLLOWERS?!

Footsteps sounded from afar and you retrieved the jelly from the fridge mindlessly.

“Where we going?”

Kenma taunted from his seat found on the island stool. You assumed he’d just woken up, accompanied with doing his daily hygiene because his soft voice still had the slightest rasp to it.

“We?” You jokingly snapped back. Kenma scoffed lightheartedly at you. The refrigerator door closed with a slight push, and Kenma sighed to where he could ask again. Some almost fully black stands came to fall in front of his face as he leaned forward on the cold, stone counter and his hair was pulled into a small ponytail, nothing left of the noticeable blonde but disproportional ends that fall into his large hoodie.

“Where are you going?”

You grab the plate but forget the juice for the morning. Back you go to the fridge almost in a rush.

“I’m going to a friend’s for breakfast, it’s this party thing she hosts every year,” you explain. “Almost like a friendsgiving. She takes it suuuuper serious.”

The juice is in one hand, a random cup in another. You twist around to pour the liquid on the island instead of the main countertop so you could engage in quick conversation with Kenma. As he got older he’s become more expressive and outgoing, just willingly reserved. He has, however, become a handful; and having lived with him, you’ve seen him take shots like a champ. You see his aloofness dissolve, his eyebrow coming up the slightest bit.

“And you’re eating breakfast before going to eat breakfast?” He slowed the pace of his words around the end of the sentence like he was judging you.

“I have to eat in the morning still, or I’ll pass out before I even get there Kenma! I’m kinda a little late though so you can heckle me when I get back.”

“Uhuh…”

Kenma hummed in response with an inconspicuous smirk on his face. You wouldn’t have even seen it if it weren’t for you waiting to see his reaction of your flawless vocabulary. He was however, changing his position to leaning back in the chair, already staring you incredulously. It was somewhat close to a manspread, his hands were tucked into the hoodie pockets, and the sight was way too much for you to handle this early in the morning.

So, you turned around to tend to your idle plate with jelly-less toast on it. You didn’t like Kenma specifically, persay, you would’ve liked it if any boy looked at you like that. Yeah. Don’t think too much about it.

Anyway, with the slide of a drawer you withdrew the knife and got to work. Unbeknownst to you, Kenma had not taken his eyes off your body. Your hair was still slightly wet but it made it easier for you to style. It was up. The backless halter top you wore was connected only by a string at your nape, and it left skin between that and your skinny jeans that fell down to your open toe, clear strap heels. You were dressed perfect for the summer occasion of a girls day out. And he was absolutely sulking in it.

“You look good.”

You hate the slight pause in your actions. You hate the way you had to question if he was talking to you or not, even if you were the only one in the house. You hate that you refuse to turn around to him. You hate the giddy smile that decorated your face. You hate that you had to cover up how everything you hated affected you, so you say “Thank you; flatter me more.”

He just outwardly chuckled, and ended with a “Maybe.” He starts again, “Hey is this who you were on the phone with last night? Who’s at the party I mean.”

“Hm?” Your chin did lead over your shoulder at this. “Yes actually, I’m surprised I’m up as early as I am considering she kept me up all night.” You resume.

“Tell her I said she should break up with him.”

You agree, “I will; she definitely needs to hear it.”

…

Suddenly, you snap your head back around quick enough to give you whiplash. You don’t get embarrassed easily, but you had to be blushing like a bitch.

This time Kenma’s smirk was very noticeable. You blink warily at him.

“Ken… how much did you hear?” Your voice was soft with curiosity mixed and thrown into fear. He just shrugged casually and quickly switched to an innocent façade. One thing you learned about him over the years: he has a badass poker face. And he’s a dick.

Such a dick, in fact, that after reassuring “I wasn’t eavesdropping so I didn’t hear much,” he let you take deep breaths of relief and turn back around to lather your second piece of toast. You felt the golden, low, cat-like eyes burning through the back of your head—so with indecision and obscurity—you looked over your shoulder again. He wore a shit eating grin.

You pointed the butterknife at him accusingly.

“You fucking liar! You heard all of it!!”

Kenma just smiled menacingly.

“I did hear all of it actually; but pushing that aside, why do I feel like I’ve never heard you say some of the words you said?” He tilts his head to the side, completely dismissing you.

“Kenma!?”

“Say pussy.”

This made you stop. You found him unbelievable, and you’d never admit what hearing him say pussy does to your mind, but his head was sideways in pure amusement like he was waiting on you to do it.

“Kenma. What.”

“Say it.”

You just stared at each other.

“Pussy,” you finally repeated. After lingering in the air a bit Kenma’s eyes went wide and he threw his head back to diminish into laughter.

“Kenmaaa.” You groaned loudly. He only laughed harder. “What all did you hear? Seriously!”

He calmed down to just a grin and ushered you to be as well with the palm of his hand.

“Okay okay—mainly the part where she explains how she hates the guy because she feels like he ignores her and has never made her cum—plus some other stuff, blah blah, that’s basically it,” He rambles.

It was your turn for your eyes to run wide, so in astonishment that your body couldn’t even address the other words that rolled out his mouth so easy. “I don’t want basically, I want all of it,” you declare.

“There’s not much more unless you’re including all the other dumb shit he did? Like how he told his friends she did something even if she didn’t, and she felt invalidated about it. I have amazing input on these types of situations by the way.”

Kenma was saying all this without any negative emotion, relaying it to you with normalcy. “The only thing after that was about yourself.”

You roll your eyes, but bingo. So he did hear it. He heard what you didn’t want him to. Your face may have dropped a tiny bit.

“…What was it? About how…I have—“

“—never squirted?” He finishes. Your chest tightened a little, and your face was red with what was anger transforming into something else. His ordinary apathetic gaze was locked on yours for a tiny moment, so you made it your responsibility to look away and grab your food.

“Gotta go now, I’m already late.” You swiftly unhooked the keys from the wall and opened the door. It wasn’t his fault he heard (because to be honest you two weren’t the quietest last night during your girl talk), but just now the fact that he knew upset you. Your best friend made it seem so easy, like she does it all the time, and it just made you seem like you were missing out how she explained it.

However, on your way out, Kenma did call for you from the kitchen. “Not everyone can do it,” He said. It was reassurance, you assume, but it didn’t really come off as such. He then says (more to himself you also assume), “Not everyone can make you do it either.”

This sat with you the whole breakfast/brunch party, champagne being passed around like candy but nothing could stop you from thinking about it. Of course it being a whole room of the closest friends, she re-explained last night’s gossip, the effects hitting you again as your friends chimed in on the situation. Was it really as good as they say?

——•——

You unlocked the house door, the apartment dim and quiet. It was around four now, you weren’t completely sober, and your heels clacked along the tile.

Dropping your arm to sit your purse on the counter and hang the keys, you undo a single strap and slip the shoes off. You carry them in your hand for the journey to your room.

Of course before you can reach your door, there’s Kenma’s slightly cracked open one to remind you of what he said. Not everyone can make you do it either.

What does that even mean; can’t you do it alone? Do you need someone else for it?

You weren’t dumb and at least knew what he was implying. It was an offer. Or maybe it wasn’t, and you’re just horny. Either way you find yourself stopped in front of the entrance to his room. You don’t bother to knock, it falls open with a slight push of your free hand.

Kenma resides at his setup, on his phone, the mic wrapped around his neck. The few moving lights in his room softly radiated from his pc, making him appear to be different strong shades of red and orange depending on when you looked. He didn’t seem to be streaming. Or he could be—he isn’t the nicest to his viewers.

He casts you a glance past his hair but dismisses your presence. You don’t really ever come into his room except to just grab something and go, usually a hair product.

You take a few steps inside. Then, you leisurely drop the heels at his bedside so he finally acknowledges your company.

“Ken?” Your delicate voice breaks the silence of the outside, completely unsure if there was music running through his headphones.

He clicks his phone off so you have his full attention.

“What’s up? How was it?”

You continued taking slow steps forward, with only one thing on your mind. And it wasn’t the party. “It was okay.”

Kenma surveys how you have yet to halt, inching closer and closer to him. It only took a slight examination of your face to see the solemnity. Blankness. He stands up from his seat and removes the headset from himself in concern before you can get any closer.

“You sure? You don’t look—“

“—Kenma. What did you say earlier?” You whisper. He was now directly in front of you.

He pauses for a second and his face converts to disbelief. “Are we still talking about the squirt thing?” He smiles mischievously, “I was just letting you know not to worry about it so much.”

You hate that word. It’s so gross sounding, so vulgar. But you can’t bring yourself to get him to stop saying it.

“Well I have been, so what happens now?” You peer strangely at each other, both acutely aware of where this was going.

“And you’re coming to me for this, why?” The ravenette taunts. He knew exactly why you were in his room right now, the curiosity having ate away at you all day. Like an itch that won’t go. You’ve gotta give in if this’ll go anywhere.

“Well you seem to know a lot about it…” you fumble with your bracelet nervously. You’ve gotten this far. “Could you…maybe help me?”

Kenma makes no sudden movements. He scans you suspiciously. A slight flush of red may have spread across your cheeks, but the darkness around you was protective. Hearing it actually come out of your mouth was a whole different story than imagining it.

“You want me to make you squirt?” He confirmed.

You may have physically cringed at that sentence because his hands find his sweat pockets in a ‘you said it not me’ manner.

“Yes.”

He scanned you again for good measure.

“Alright.”

With this he turned on his heel, stepped away, and sat in his gaming chair again. You stood there blankly, unaware of what to do. “Come here.”

You follow him to his setup. He sighs because he could see how uncomfortable you were.

“What usually do you do to get off?” He questions. He twists you around by your hips, your back facing him.

“Uh…It’s just kinda alone in my room I guess. I use my fingers usually.” You tried to keep your voice low enough to cure your embarrassment. Kenma, however, seemed to be doing this with ease. In fact, as he was asking you questions, he massaged your hips and waist soothingly.

“Is that it? You don’t watch or think about anything?”

You turn your head, “No. Am I supposed to?”

“I mean it’s not mandatory but you gotta think about something.”

“Whatever. Jeez, Kenma just say you think about me already.” You quip. Whatever he was doing was working, you were loosening up.

“Only when I’m about to cum. How do you like to be talked to?”

What?

You weren’t even going to ask about it. It was probably a joke anyway.

A moment of processing silence passed. “I don’t really know how I like to be talked to. Guys have tried to praise or degrade me but it never worked, so I just assumed I didn’t like the talk at all.”

He tugs on the shirt string at your neck. He watches you tense up at the action, so he rubs your trap in slow, circular motions instead. “If I say I like to be praised, all they do is say ‘good girl’ over and over. Gets kinda boring you know?” Is this you venting to Kenma about your boring sex life? Of course. You mess with your nails as you face away from him. Not for long though, because he turns you around.

“This is what I meant by not everyone can make you do it. Only you can guarantee yourself the highest pleasure 100% of the time,” Kenma drags you by your belt loops so you fall into the chair against him, “and me.”

He was so close now, your knees sliding under the chair arm. His breath could be felt on your skin and his hands were still pawing at your waist to glide up your back. You couldn’t bring yourself to put your full weight on him. However, he pulls you down anyway, and manually places your hands along his clothed chest so you could calm down. That was all he wanted from you right now. To relax and to take deep breaths.

“Warnings would be great Ken.”

“Yeah, but you said you don’t like to talk.”

“I don’t.”

“So should I warn you about how hard you make me dressed up like that?”

You moderately gasped at the comment placed right into your collarbone. You pressed down a tiny bit farther to see if you could feel it. You could. His breath fanned against your body and airy kisses lead.

You wonder where all of Kenma’s shyness over the years went because now you would never have guessed him to be like this. The friction fuels him to push you more.

Kenma could go on and on about these random intrusive thoughts he only gets at night—the only time where you seem to engulf his brain. Living with you over the years has been fine with zero temptation, but recently, it’s been like a hormone specifically for you snapped in his body. He feels the way you roll your hips the smallest bit for yourself. You liked the talk, just not the guys.

Soft fingers pull on a single string near your hair, releasing your breasts from the top as the fabric folded downwards between the two of you.

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the katsuki bakugou effect

synopsis: where your husband, katsuki, has a way of calming your daughter like no one else can.

pairing: timeskip!bakugou katsuki x f!reader

katsuki’s ability to calm your daughter is nothing short of magical.

it doesn’t matter how fussy or inconsolable she gets; the moment he holds her, everything changes.

her tiny fists are no longer clenched in frustration, her loud cries slowly taper off, and her little body relaxes in his arms. his presence soothes her in a way no one else’s can.

you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve been at the end of your rope, trying everything you can think of to calm her.

you’ve rocked her gently, hummed her favorite lullaby, even tried a little soft talking, but nothing works.

when your baby’s tears start to escalate, and her little body trembles in distress, you find yourself on the edge of exhaustion.

but then katsuki walks in.

he steps over to you, and with a quick kiss to the top of your head, scoops her from your arms, then instantly, the tension in the room lifts.

his rough hands gently cradle her, and he murmurs something too quiet for you to catch.

you can’t help but watch in awe as she goes from wailing to calm in just a few seconds, her little face nuzzling against his chest. it’s like a switch flips, and you swear you can see her sigh in relief.

it’s always the same. as soon as katsuki’s around, she settles. she looks at him with a calmness that’s impossible to ignore, her tiny lips pouting slightly as she stares up at him.

her little hands grasp weakly at his shirt, her body relaxing into his hold as if everything is suddenly right with the world. and katsuki just holds her, always.

“you’re a softie,” you tease one day as you watch him rock her back and forth.

katsuki shoots you a glare, but it’s softened by the sight of your daughter curled peacefully in his arms. “shut up,” he mutters, but there’s no real heat behind it. and you can’t help but smile.

you cross the room, leaning in to plant a kiss on his cheek. he stiffens for a moment, but the warmth in his eyes tells you everything you need to know.

“I’m serious,” you say. “you’re the softest guy I know.”

he lets out a gruff chuckle, his scowl deepening, though it's clear he's enjoying your attention as he places a gentle kiss on your forehead.

a few weeks later, you’re all at a class 1-a reunion, gathered at the old dorms. the atmosphere is lively, with the familiar banter of your old classmates filling the air.

midoriya’s sitting on the couch, holding your daughter carefully in his arms, cooing softly at her as the rest of the group laughs and talks around them.

but suddenly, the peaceful mood shifts. your girl begins to fidget in midoriya’s arms, her little face scrunching up in that all-too-familiar way before the whimpers start.

a soft cry escapes her lips, and then it builds, escalating into the full-blown wail you know so well. midoriya looks startled, glancing around as if searching for some way to calm her.

“uh, uh, it’s okay,” midoriya says, trying to gently rock her in his arms. “it’s okay, sweetheart."

but your baby’s cries only seem to grow louder, her face turning red as her hands flail helplessly. you glance at katsuki, already knowing what’s coming next.

without a word, katsuki stands up from his seat, the others giving him a bit of space as he walks over.

his eyes lock on your daughter, and there’s something about his gaze that makes everything else fade into the background. he’s not rushing, not frantic.

he just calmly steps in, his arms outstretched.

midoriya silently hands the little girl over. as soon as katsuki has her, everything shifts. he holds her against his chest, and his rough hand gently pats her back.

his thumb brushes against her little arm, his voice soft. “it’s me,” he murmurs, his tone low and steady. “it’s okay.”

your little girl hiccups, her cries fading almost immediately, and then she stops. her lips jut out in a pout, still a little upset, but no longer in distress.

she stares up at him, her wide eyes searching his face as if recognizing him. and then, she settles into the crook of his arm, her tiny hands grasping weakly at the fabric of his shirt.

the room is silent for a moment, everyone watching in awe as your girl rests peacefully in katsuki’s arms. he doesn’t even seem to notice the attention.

his focus is entirely on her, his expression softening as she calms.

you smile to yourself, watching him from the sidelines. even after all this time, katsuki never ceases to surprise you with how much he’s grown, how much he’s learned.

you remember when he first found out he was going to be a father, and how nervous he’d been (though he would never admit that).

but now, here he is, effortlessly calming your daughter.

“man, you’re a real softie now, huh?” kirishima teases from across the room, a wide grin plastered on his face.

katsuki’s eyes narrow immediately, and he glares at his friend. “shut the hell up, red.”

but the teasing doesn’t stop there.

kaminari, who’s been silently watching the entire scene, leans forward with a smirk. “I can’t believe it…the ‘explosion hero’ is actually the baby whisperer now?”

katsuki frowns, and his glare remains trained on the two of them. but there’s a slight restraint in his movements—one that’s only noticeable to you.

he’s trying to stay calm, and it’s all because he doesn’t want to wake your little girl up. you can practically feel the tension in the air as his patience wears thin.

sero, naturally, chimes in with a smirk of his own. “I’ve gotta hand it to you, man. I never thought I’d see the day when you’d be ‘aww’ing over a baby like some mushy ball of fluff.”

katsuki’s mouth opens, ready to fire back, but then he glances down at your sleeping daughter, her little chest rising and falling peacefully, and he shuts it again.

for a split second, his fierce expression softens. he takes a deep breath, holding the baby a little tighter.

“you’re lucky she’s asleep, or I would've blasted your asses to oblivion,” he grumbles, but the threat is half-hearted.

kaminari lets out a nervous laugh. “jeez, man, alright, we get it.”

you can’t help but chuckle softly, leaning against the doorframe as you watch them. 

katsuki’s eyes narrow in warning, but despite his frown, there’s a warmth to his expression that doesn’t go unnoticed when he looks back at d/n.

it’s moments like these when the rest of the world seems to disappear, and it's just him, her, and the quiet calm they share.

sighing in resignation, he shifts slightly, walking over to you. you watch as he makes his way across the room, still cradling your daughter in his arms, her tiny hands gripping his shirt as she drifts into a deeper sleep.

you don’t say anything at first, but as he gets closer, you meet his gaze with a soft smile.

there’s no denying the softening effect he has when it’s just the two of you—well, the three of you, if you count the tiny bundle in his arms.

he leans into you as he steps to your side, his broad shoulders brushing against yours, and without a word, he tilts his head slightly toward you, seeking the quiet comfort of being beside you.

“I told them to shut up,” katsuki mutters, his voice lower now, quieter. his usual fiery energy is subdued, and he seems content to just be in your presence.

he exhales slowly, letting the weight of the situation fade away. you reach up and gently touch his arm, a soft laugh escaping you.

"she's lucky you’re her dad," you murmur, your eyes flickering down to where your daughter is curled against his chest. "you’re so patient with her."

katsuki scoffs lightly, rolling his eyes, but the smile tugging at his lips betrays his true feelings.

“I’m not some damn pushover,” he mutters, but there’s a softness in his tone that makes you want to kiss him.

and you do.

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There's a Reason

DILF Midoriya Izuku x Wifey Reader

Context: You visit your parents and it's a mess

Warning: Angst, Judgement, Parental trauma, childhood trauma, toxic parents.

From an Anon comment: Sooooo ik we briefly saw reader’s parents in the contract right before they got married but what if they were awful? Like abusive so reader never had them at the wedding and the kids never met them? So one day they the midoriya family gets invited to their house and the rest of the family learns the truth about her childhood which also makes them appreciate what a good mother she is?

I really like this idea.

Honestly needed to write this when I got it.

Japanese words: Otousan- Dad. Zabuton- a square pillow you sit on Obaasan- Grandma (what the sprouts call Inko)

"So how are grandma and grandpa like?" You froze at the question that Asahi had asked you. He turned to look at Toshinori who sat at the back with Kane. "You've met them before, right Toshinori?"

Toshinori paused as he started to think back to a time long ago. "I..." He paused. "I think so..." He turned to look to Asahi. He shrugged. "Once when I was five or something."

Izuku chuckled keeping his hands on the steering wheel. He glanced back at the rearview mirror and then focused back on the road. "You have Toshinori. You were six. So did you Asahi, but you were three. Your mother was pregnant with Hero at the time."

"Why don't we ever visit grandma and grandpa?" Hero asked. He paused before gasping as he looked to you. "Do they hate dad?"

Izuku's lips went into a thin line. He hesitated. "Well... I don't think they hate me." He let out not entirely certain himself. The few times he had met your parents it was always stiff smiles and awkward teas.

Hero paused before sitting back against his seat. "Yep, they hate dad. Called it." He opened up his palm and Asahi pulled out a 5 000 Yen note and handed it to him.

Izuku glanced over to where you were in the passenger seat. You were quiet as you tried not to let the anxiety consume you. This was going to be terrible. You knew it was going to be terrible. You just had to pray that you parents were the least bit civil when the boys were there.

Maybe they were just bad parents but great grandparents. That happens a lot.

You perked up as you looked down at your lap. Izuku's large hand, calloused and scarred, consumed yours, holding you gently. You looked over to your husband. He smiled over at you, that type of smile that told you that he believed that everything was going to be fine. You let out a shaky breath but nodded. Izuku raised your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles before setting your hand on forearm as he continued to drive.

You sighed, before glancing back at the sprouts. "Lets go over a few rules, guys." You told them, knowing the specific turn Izuku was taking as you neared your childhood home. "You listen to me and your father above all things, please do not let grandma kiss Koda at all, ignore anything they say that might be offensive but tell me or your father when it happens, don't break anything, no shouting or screaming, bow when you meet them and don't be physically affectionate unless they initiate it first. Do you all understand me?"

The boys noticed the fact that you weren't smiling. You hadn't smiled once since entering the car, nor the entire day. You had been uncharacteristically quiet and your eyes spoke enough of a warning that if your instructions weren't followed, there would be problems but not necessarily for them.

The boys nodded. Toshinori gave you a thumbs up. "Yes ma'am." You could trust Toshinori to watch over his brothers closer than you could if they did anything wrong..

You turned to look at Kane. "Kane do you mind watching over Koda. Make sure no body kisses him and he washes his hand and keeps his mask on please."

Kane nodded. "Of course." You knew that Koda liked playing with Kane and staying near him so it wouldn't be much of a problem for either of them.

Unfortunately, way too soon, Izuku had parked your Mommy SUV. "Alright, everybody out of the Mommy van!" He announced.

"Finally! I can move away from Hero." Asahi said as he opened the door and stepped out of the car.

Hero seemed unbothered by the comment. "Don't worry dude, the statement is mutual."

As the boys got out of the car, you stayed in for a moment. Your heart felt like it was in your throat and you could barely breathe. You looked up at your house and tried to ignore the sinking feeling that this was a horrible idea.

"Hey." Your hand was tightly held by your husband. He cupped the side of your face as he looked at you. "We can beat this just like everything else we face. Okay?"

You sucked in a breath but nodded your head. "Thanks Izu." He smiled as he leaned over and put a kiss to your lips. You couldn't help but smile, knowing that you always had him in your corner.

You got out of the car and moved over to where your boys were with Izuku. You headed to the front door, letting the boys trail after you. You rang the doorbell.

It took a moment before your mother opened the door. Her eyebrows raised in surprise. "Y/N. You're here."

"Afternoon mom." You greeted with a smile.

"Afternoon, Mrs L/N." Your husband greeted with a smile moving to step to your side.

Your mother turned to him, a fake smile on her face. "Izuku..." She strained. She looked over him with a tight smile. Her smile turned into a slight grimace. "My word, have you gotten fat." Your husband kept his smile on his face as he stood next to you. You closed your eyes with a sigh, already knowing this won't end well. "Well let me see my grandbabies." She motioned for you and Izuku to step inside.

The boys followed you in with their best Midoriya smiles, Kane offering up a brief one. "Afternoon, grandma." They said in chorus together.

Your mother looked over all of them. "Wow. I haven't seen you all in years, and some of you not at all." She looked down at the youngest of your bunch. She took a step back. "You all look so very..." She seemed to struggle to find a word. "Green." You watched Toshinori glance over at you, silently telling you a thousand words. Suddenly grabbing his face was your mother. "Oh look at you Toshinori. You're so big now. You're so handsome, unlike your father."

Izuku's face split for a second before he forced himself to keep up appearance of a good son-in-law who was already regretting being supportive of this.

Toshinori chuckled with fake smile. "Thank you, gran."

"And how old are you now?"

"Seventeen, turning eighteen soon." He told her.

She stepped back with a sigh. "Wow. Already so big." She turned to look to Asahi. "You wear glasses, Asahi. Finally, your mother got you a pair that suits your face." Asahi blinked, not sure how to answer that. "What's your quirk again? You don't have your mother's quirk right?"

"Actually I'm quirkless." Asahi answered, informatively, not offended in the slightest.

Your mother's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Oh." Your mother glanced at Izuku before looking back down at him. "How unfortunate." Asahi's eyes widened at the comment but kept his lips sealed.

"I see where I get my mouth from."

Your mother turned to Hero. "And you must be... Zero?"

"Hero." He corrected her.

"That's what I said, dear." She stepped closer to him as he watched her with a critical gaze right back. "Well, I'm sure you're not quirkless either."

"No, but at least my brother has class." Hero's eyes moved up and down as he looked over his grandmother. "It's unfortunate it isn't free for some." He shot back. You took a deep breath.

Your mother leaned back with a slight glare but a smile on her face. "Aren't you precious." Hero gave her a rather obnoxious smile back. Your mother then turned to your two youngest. "Aw aren't you both just precious." She bent down. "What's your names?"

Shoyo stepped forward with a bright smile. "I'm Shoyo! This is Koda!" He motioned to his younger brother who held his hand.

"Aww, you're just as adorable as your mother used to be." She teased, pulling at Shoyo's cheeks. Your mother looked to Koda. "Are you alright sweetheart? Are you sick?" She asked gently, concern etched on her face.

Koda shook his head. "Mommy says I should keep it on to make sure I don't get sick!" he let out innocently.

"Oh, but there are no germs here, sweetheart." She told him. "You can take it off if it makes you uncomfortable."

"No, mom." You said swiftly stepping in. "He can't. He's still too young to be strong enough to handle them." You reminded her.

Your mother sighed, rolling her eyes. "You were always the overdramatic one, Y/N." She said softly. "All you boys can come get some nice cinnamon tarts in the kitchen. Your grandfather is in the living room." She told them, motioning for them to go. The youngest ones went running to the kitchen, Hero following after them and Asahi following since he didn't want to stay.

"Mom."

"Hm?" She turned back to you. You stepped forward putting a hand on Kane's shoulder. She glanced at Kane before her face dropped with a disapproving look. "Oh. Hello Katsuki." She greeted bluntly.

You shook your head. "No mom. This isn't Katsuki. It's Kane." You told her. "Katsuki's son."

She paused. "Hm. I thought he'd just got his nose done." Kane blinked, before turning to you rather emotionless. Your mother motioned over to him. "So..." She motioned between him and you. "Is he the reason why your marriage to Izuku was so rushed?" She asked.

You closed your eyes. "No. We've adopted him."

Her eyebrows raised in surprise. "I didn't know Katsuki was dead. You should have told me."

"He isn't."

She blinked confused, turning to look back at Kane. "Well... we can only hope he's nothing like his father."

"He isn't." Izuku interjected.

Your mother smiled up at your husband. "No one was talking to you Izuku." She said sweetly. "And please don't touch the cinnamon rolls. You've probably already had your share without having one." She turned to Kane who seemed pretty shocked at the exchange. "You can get a cinnamon roll dear."

"Thank you, ma'am." Kane bowed at the waist.

Your mother hummed. "Already better than Katsuki." She walked away from you and Izuku.

Kane glanced between the two of you. Izuku motioned for him and Toshinori to go along. Toshinori nodded his head as he headed towards the kitchen.

Kane followed him but lifted up his hands as he started walking backwards. "You tell me, and I'll Howitzer Impact her." He signed, turning back forward.

Izuku let out a sigh as he put his hands on his hips. "Well..." He forced a smile to his face. "At least she didn't ignore me this time." He tried being optimistic for your sake.

You shook your head. "Izuku just say to me straight."

"Your mother's a bitch."

"I know." You sighed as you put a hand to your brows.

You watched the boys crowd the kitchen, grabbing enough food to satisfy their never ending hunger. You and your husband left your kids to your mother as you both went to go find your father.

Sitting down, reading the paper with your husbands face on the front page was your father. He leaned back in his chair, minding his own business as he sat on his zabuton.

You put your hands in front of you. "Otousan."

Your father looked up at you and you felt a chill run down your spine. He didn't say anything as he watched you for a moment. For a moment you were a little girl again, unable to speak to your father because you felt inadequate.

Izuku took your hand, standing at your side, his face steely as he face your father. He bowed at the waist and you followed suit. "L/N-san."

Your father sighed. "Izuku." He put down his newspaper as you both walked in. Izuku motioned for you to sit down first and you did, kneeling down on the zabuton in front of your dad, Izuku moving to sit next to you. Your father looked to you. "So it only took you ten years to visit us again, hm? Y/N?" You swallowed down hard as you kept your hands on your lap trying not to let anxiety overcome you. "You sure have some nerve. Was that your idea, Izuku?" Your father's eyes moved to your husband.

Izuku sat up straight next to you, his head held high as not even a hint of a smile was on his face. "It wasn't. Y/N and I have just been busy."

Your mother entered the room with a tray of drinks, moving over to kneel down beside your father, setting it down.

Your father scoffed. "Busy? Maybe you Izuku, but last time I checked, since my daughter decided to waste her life after marrying you, I doubt you can call her busy." He reached over to grab a cup, pouring himself sake that was probably well needed right now.

You swallowed down hard. "Otousan I-"

"How many grandchildren do we have again?" He asked turning to your mother.

She took her own cup. "Five boys."

Your father shook his head. "Honestly, two was enough. Just because his family name now holds weight due to your husband's career, Y/N, does not mean you can go having so many kids in such an economy." You father let out distastefully. "Honestly Izuku is even lucky your with him considering his background." You saw your husband's jaw flex as a familar dark veil went over his eyes at the comments he had angled towards you and him. "However, at least they are all boys. One good thing, girls in this family have always ended up being a disappointment."

"She isn't." Your father's eyes moved to Izuku who kept his gaze, unlike how you could. "Y/N has done more for me as my wife than I could ever expect from her. Maybe you need your eyes checked, but she is one of the most influential women in the political and hero-domestic spheres right now." Izuku reached forward and grabbed a glass, pouring you juice instead of sake, knowing you wouldn't want to drink it right now. He pushed it over to you. Your mother shook her head with a tsk at the sight of your husband serving you, making you shrink.

Your father looked to your husband for a moment before turning to you, not commenting on what he had said. "I heard the last one was sick the other time, which is why he couldn't come."

You nodded. "He's okay now, but-"

"Y/N has him wearing a mask in our own home." Your mother let out offended. "I mean honestly, she must think we're some daycare carrying diseases."

"That is not why I have him wearing a mask." You insisted, your voice rising in volume. A single glance from your father had you freezing, instantly regretting doing so. You took a breath. "Our son has hypogammaglobulinemia."

Your mother looked at you as if you grew a second head but judging from your father's face, his eyebrows furrowing, he knew what it was. "Inherited from who?"

"We were both clean so it's just a genetic fault." Izuku answered.

Your mother moved a hand to her brow. "Excuse me, what on earth is that?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

Your father looked at her. "The boy has immunodeficiency. He lacks antibodies so he gets sick easily."

Your mother's eyes widened at that news. She turned to you. "And he was born like this?" You opened your mouth to speak. "Why on earth would you let that poor boy live like that? Honestly, how selfish could you be, Y/N to have a child in your forties and him to come out-"

Your husband slammed his cup onto the table, making the room go silent. He however seemed calm, but his eyes said something else. "Say it."

Your mother had a flash of fear in her eyes before closing her eyes and breathing out. "I'm just saying, that that poor boy should not have to suffer for the consequences of your actions. Letting him live like this, constantly medicated and sick is horrible."

"And what would you have expected us to do, mom?" You asked her.

She sighed. "Well, Y/N when you don't want a baby, there's always another option.-"

"I would never abort a child that my husband and I made." You glared at her. Your husband glanced at you. It was the first time he saw a fire in your eyes since coming here. He smiled gently before losing it as he looked to your parents.

Your father waved a hand. "It doesn't matter, the boy is here anyways. There's no changing it." He dismissed. "Honey," Your father turned to look at your mother. "Please go call the eldest. Toshinori, was it?"

Your mother nodded. "Alright. Should I call the Bakugou too?"

"The Bakugou?"

Your mother sighed as she looked off to the side. "It seems as though our daughter and son-in-law have taken in Katsuki's son. He's with the others."

Your father's cold eyes flicked over to you, a silent heavy question behind his eyes. He didn't have to ask it for you to answer. "He isn't mine."

Your father let out a breath. "He is not my grandson so I have no need to speak to him." He dismissed the entire thought of Kane all together.

Your mother stood up to leave, Izuku put up a hand. "I'll go get him." Your husband said simply, standing up onto his feet. You wanted to call out to him, beg him not to leave you even for a moment, but he was gone again. You swallowed down hard as you watched your husband leave the room, leaving you alone with your parents.

The room was silent for a second before you heard a deep sigh.

Your father reached over to pick up his newspaper. "At least your brother isn't like this."

You felt a pang of hurt, furrowing your eyebrows. "Not like what?"

"Ruined his life." Your mother continued for your father. "I mean, honestly, Y/N. You threw away your career for that man! You had a rather questionable career but at least you weren't wasting your life as a housewife."

"How am I wasting my life caring for our children?" You asked putting a hand to your chest, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

Your mother sighed. "We were grateful when you finally broke up with that horrible man, Bakugou Katsuki. We had plans to find you a reasonable good match from a good family." Your father let out a grunt with a nod of his head as he opened up his newspaper. "But instead, next thing we turn on the news and we find out your engaged to ProHero Deku."

"Izuku is a good man!" You defended your husband. "He loves me and our children. He does so much as a hero in this country, risking his life for over 122 million people in this country."

Your mother rolled her eyes. "Yes, yes, yes, he's fortunate to have had such a great career, but that doesn't change the fact that his family is no where near good enough for you. Your father and I, your grandparents, everyone in our family worked hard for us to have the respectable family that we have now. Your husband comes from a single mother household last I checked, absolute nobodies, to make matters worse is that he was born quirkless. And as far as I know from the boys, three out of five of them are quirkless."

Your father turned to look at your mother shocked at that statistic. He looked over at you. "Have the younger ones not developed a quirk yet?"

You hesitated, you swallowed down hard. "Koda is only four and Shoyo is just... he's a late bloomer."

Your father brought a hand to his face. "What a disgrace you've made this family out to be."

"Your husband is a ProHero, fine." Your mother raised her hands. "But look at you." She motioned over the table to where you sat.

You looked at her confused. "What's wrong with me?"

Your mother scoffed. "What's wrong with you? Do you think your husband wants to come over to this? Look at how much weight you've gained." You swallowed down hard, your mother always finding a way to stab at your insecurities. "No wonder you say your husband works long hours. He's probably not even on patrols for so long, maybe he's sleeping with the secretary, and the next thing you know, we'll find out you'll be divorced with no job, no money and five kids to look after."

Your father hummed. "I wouldn't be surprised. Men who grow up poor often ruin their families that way."

"First it was your lackluster grades in high school, then your average degree, then your horrible choice in job and the even more scary choice in men, now its effecting our grandchildren as well?" Your mother asked. The door opened. "Honestly, Y/N, what's next?"

Toshinori stepped into the room with his father, realising how heavy the room was. Toshinori glanced at you and at the expression on your face, you saw his face fall to one of no emotion as he loooked to your grandparents. You saw a spark go over his green hair.

He walked over to set a pillow between his father's space and yours, moving to kneel beside you. He bowed his head formally. "Grandfather."

Your father looked over your son. "Well aren't you just like your father. So very..." He paused. "Green."

Toshinori stayed formal, his hands resting on his lap as he sat between you and Izuku. "I am a Midoriya, sir. It's who I am."

Your father hummed. "How old are you?"

"Seventeen, sir."

Your father nodded. "What are you studying after high school? Which university are you going to?"

"I'm not going to university, sir." Toshinori expressed. "I plan on being a sidekick under my father before taking over the Deku Agency as a ProHero."

Your mother seemed speechless as she turned to look at her husband. Your father rubbed his eyes. "Lord have mercy."

You washed the dishes, minding your own business. You had done your best to try and survive the night. Despite the horrible dinner with your mother berating you in front of the kids, you just focused on the time. You were so close to leaving, you just needed thirty minutes.

"What are you doing!!" You stilled at the shout, turning your head at the shout that sounded like Kane.

You stilled. You quickly moved to put your hands out, moving to grab a towel. "Kane?!" You moved out of the kitchen hastily.

"Let go of my grandchild!"

"No!!"

You ran into the living room to see Kane was standing in front of Koda, who had his mask off and his hands covering his mouth and nose. He was crouched behind Kane, looking up confused as to what was going on. Your mother was trying to grab Koda from behind Kane, who let your mother push at his chest and grab at him but never fought back. Then you saw what was in your mother's hands.

Koda's mask.

"Kane!" You shouted as you moved towards her.

The rose eyed seventeen year old boy looked to you. His eyes widened. "Mom!" He shouted for you.

"Don't you dare call her your mother!" Your mom shouted up at him, pointing a finger in his face. "She is not your mother!"

You grabbed a hold of your mother, pulling her away from Kane. "What happened here!? Why are you shouting at my sons?!" You asked her.

"Your sons?" She scoffed. "Please Y/N don't be ridiculous. Kane is keeping me away from my grandbaby!" She pointed at Kane.

"You're gonna kill him, you-" Kane's face seemed pissed. His face scrunched up in an angry and ugly scowl and for a second all you could see was your ex-boyfriend.

Your mother glared at him. "Stay out of this!"

Kane chuckled as he picked up Koda. His face was split into a grin as he looked at your mother with a slight crazed smile. "TRY ME, YOU OLD HAG!" Kane spat.

"WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE?!" Izuku shouted as he stepped inside the room, his eyes moving around the room as him, your father and Toshinori with the rest of the boys came into the room. Izuku looked to you. You looked to Kane.

Kane held Koda who seemed close to crying. "I went to the bathroom for two minutes, leaving Koda to watch some TV and I come back to see THAT WITCH had taken his mask off!" He let out viciously. He turned to look down at Koda who clutched onto Kane with tears in his eyes. "Koda, buddy, did she kiss you?"

Koda's green eyes blinked and tears came out of his face. He nodded, trying to wipe his eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He started apologising.

"No, it's okay. It's okay." Kane told him softly, letting him lean against him as he craddled the little four year old's head. "You did nothing wrong." He said gently.

Your face fell in horror at what your mother had done. You quickly moved to Koda's bag, moving to take out your gloves and some face wipes. You ignored your mother. "Hey baby, let mommy wipe your face real quickly okay." Koda nodded as he wiped his eyes. "Shh, don't wipe your eyes just yet okay. Mommy will get you your tissue to use." You wiped his face clean. You knew you were overreacting, you were fearful, but that constant reminder of your little Koda in the PICU again, and again and again, spurred you on.

"Why would you do that?" Hero asked looking at his grandmother with a confused by disgusted look on his face.

Your mother frowned. "I'm his grandmother, I don't carry any germs."

"You don't know that!" Hero shouted as he stepped closer to her. "I can't even kiss my brother everyday and I live in the same house as him! If my brother," Hero shouted, his hands balled up. "gets sick because of you-"

Asahi quickly grabbed his brother before he could storm at his own grandmother. He held onto his brother, trying to hold him back (although bregrudingly)

"Koda baby do you want to-"

"Y/N." Your husband put his hand on your shoulder stopping you. "Leave it." You turned to look at your husband, about to argue with him but then you saw his face. You swallowed down hard at the look on his face. "Kane, take Koda to the care please. Sprouts, all of you, besides Toshinori, go to the car. Immediately."

Hero turned to his father shocked. "But dad-" One glance from Izuku and Hero closed his mouth. You watched the sprouts leave the room, Kane leading the way as he held onto Koda, who hadn't stopped silently crying.

Once the door was closed, your husband turned to Toshinori. "This is not a conversation for you to participate in but I want you to learn that the events that happened today are not tolerable and you should never allow anyone to treat you that way, even if it is your mother and I, do you understand me?"

"Yes, sir." Toshinori nodded.

"Good." Your son took your hand. "I'm sorry for what I'm about to say, honey." He apologised to you before turning to look at your parents. Your husband scowled, green eyes darkening as he looked at the two of them. "Over the past few hours, I have tried to be civil as the both of you continued to barat, insult my family and knowingly ignore our clear conditions set for our son's safety. I tried to be kind, I tried to be a good son-in-law to you because I respect my wife and you as her family but I am done doing that."

Your father rolled his eyes. "It was a mistake."

"A mistake that could cost my son his life if he falls ill." Your husband shot back with a glare. "And you better pray to God that he doesn't, the else I swear on my life, I will drain you of everything you have. And despite what you think of me, I can do it pretty easily." He spoke lowly. "I am grateful for my wife. I am grateful for the daughter you brought into this world and I would kill for her and everything she has done for me. She trusts me and as the head of this family, that is why I am making this decision." Izuku took a step forward. "If I ever see either one of you near my wife or my kids again until they decide for themselves when they are 18 whether they want to be in contact with you, I will put a restraining order on the both of you. My family does not need you in their lives."

"Y/N." Your mother looked at you. "You can't seriously be letting him-"

"You haven't listened to one thing I've said this entire day. Why did you event ask us to come if all you did was degrade us?" You asked with a scowl. You shook your head as you turned to your husband. "Lets go home."

Izuku nodded. He motioned for Toshinori to follow along.

You both got into the car, Izuku not hesitating to start the car.

The car was quiet for the first five minutes. No one uttering a word.

"Can we all just agree..." Toshinori started. Everyone but Koda (who had passed out in his car seat) glanced over to your eldest son. "that we are never visiting grandma and grandpa again."

"Oh definitely."

"A hundred percent."

"Never doing that again."

"That old hag deserves to trip over air."

You couldn't help but chuckle at the sprouts and they're answers softly. Your husband smiled softly.

"Can't wait to see Obaasan." Asahi let out with a sigh.

"Hey mom."

You turned to look back at Hero. "Yes baby?"

Hero looked at you in the darkness of the car. He didn't say anything immediately, thinking over his words. "For what it's worth," He started, his voice sounding nonchalant. "You're a good mom."

You froze. You stared at your son for a moment. You felt your emotions rise up to your throat as an unintentional sob fought to break out from your mouth as you fought tears and kept it down.

He stared at you. He took a moment but nodded. "Yah. You're a good mom. You're better than grandma by a long shot. I thought you should know you're pretty sick."

"Mom is sick." Asahi nodded. "Although I wouldn't use the term 'sick'. Maybe 'great' or 'wonderful'."

Hero looked to his brother. "Can you stop being acoustic for one second."

"Acoustic!? It's autistic, stupid."

"Only an autistic person would state that!"

"Mom is cool." Shoyo said kicking his feet. "Her food tastes better."

Toshinori nodded. "I think those cinnamon rolls are gonna make me sick."

Kane's eyebrows furrowed. "Didn't you eat like five?"

"I'm regretting it now."

Hero leaned back. "You know after tis trip, I can solidly say that I dislike someone more than Takahashi."

"What's your deal with Takahashi. What did that poor girl do to you?!"

"IF I DON'T LIKE HER I DON'T LIKE HER! What am i supposed to do? Act like I do when I don't? I can excuse autism, but I draw the line at street behaviour."

While the boys bickered at the back, you faced forward. The soft red of the stop light in front of you bathing you and your husband as you both sat in front. You felt tears fall out of your eyes. Your husband reached over and took your hand. You turned to him. Izuku smiled at you.

"You're amazing, honey." He told you. "My love and light."

-Glitch1d

[Edit. I had been editing this for a while and managed to finish it up. This is the last one for a while. I'm tired. But I needed this one. It healed something in me. I've got parents like Y/Ns and that stuff messes you up, but know that you being different, is already amazing<3)

random nsfw wind breaker head cannons <3

Ft. Sakura, Suo, Kiryu, Kaji, Togame & Umemiya

Sakura

Loves being called a good boy. Literally blushes up to his ears. He will do absolutely anything to please you, to get you to tell him how good he's being for you. His fave thing is when you give him a long, drawn out hand job while praising him. You're rubbing in his tip because it's so, so sensitive and when you finally let him cum it gets all over his thighs and tummy.

Suo

Loves sharing you with his friends. He's really into watching you get fucked by Kiryu or Sakura or whoever it is. But he tells you both exactly what to do, getting off on the control he has with out having to lift a finger. He also loves to get involved and kiss you stupid while his friend is fucking you or eating you out. Will whisper the dirtiest shit in your ear so when you cum you both know its for him.

Kiryu

Likes to video when you fuck. Has tons of videos of you sucking his cock while he caresses your cheek all sweetly. Or of his cock sliding in out of your cunt with all the pretty noises you make. He also loves to send you videos himself jerking off. His cock is all pretty n flushed as he's stroking himself. He's breathless and groaning your name as he cums, making a mess of his hand. He'll send them and beg you to cum home so he can blow his next load inside you <3

Kaji

Puts his headphones on you sometimes when you fuck. Because they're so good at blocking out noise, you can't hear yourself, which makes you moan extra loud. He fucks you extra hard just to see how loud he can get you. Will secretly audio record you and play it back after so he can tease you about it (but lovingly, he just likes the way you blush).

Togame

Needs to be inside you at all times. Will literally beg for it. Swears he just wants to feel you and won't do anything but it's a lie. He tries! He really does try to just cuddle with you, but when he feels your pussy wrapped around him he can't stop himself. Will rock into you all languid until you're just as worked up. It always ends in having slow, lazy sex.

Umemiya

You get princess treatment every time. Always takes his time with you. Loves kissing you all over and super into body worship. You never have quickies because he wants to finger you, eat you out, all of it. He just can't get enough of you and wants you to really feel how much he loves you through how touches you.

❝ THINGS THEY DO THAT GIVE YOU BUTTERFLIES ! ❞ ╰┈➤ MHA EDITION (PART 2!)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a/n: y’all wanted a part two i shall give a part two

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ includes: katsuki bakugou, hitoshi shinsou, shoto todoroki, denki kaminari, iida tenya, kirishima eijirou

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: black!reader obv, cursing, mentions of drug usage/marijuana, suggestive if u squint, fem reader implied, mentioning of babies/children

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

✮ wipes your tears sort of aggressively but only because he’s so urgent to comfort you and take care of you

✮ always hugs you by your lower waist

✮ when you go to the gym together, he’s the type to always say “c’mon, you can do one more.” or “do three more”

✮ ruffles your hair/flicks your forehead in a teasing way

✮ “act right.”/“watch out.”

✮ doesn’t remind you to drink water— he simply justs brings water bottles up to your mouth and tells you to “open up”

✮ if you have any, he cares for your pets like they’re his own

✮ just something about the sight of him holding a baby

✮ bites you just because he can

✮ pulls you into his lap whenever he’s tired of your attitude

✮ gets super close to your face like he’s gonna kiss you but pulls away just to mess with you

✮ “that’s my girl” in the most proud voice ever every single time

TODOROKI SHOTO

✮ any time he does get high he’s all over you and staring at you with half lidded eyes

✮ it’s just something about the way he curses man.

✮ loves falling asleep on the phone with you and takes facetime photos of you sleeping because he thinks you look like an angel

✮ runs his thumb over your hand whenever you hold hands

✮ loves giving earlobe kisses

✮ will casually be like “when we have kids,”

✮ sends voice memos ranging from something funny that happened in class to how much he misses you and needs to see you

✮ kisses your lip gloss off every chance he gets right after complimenting how nice your lip combo looks

✮ sends you pictures of yourself and says “you look so pretty in this”

✮ him whispering in your ear.

✮ has your contact as the only one pinned in his messages

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU

✮ pats away your tears with his finger instead of wiping them (those who watch love island usa and are kordell + serena fans know what i’m talking about)

✮ places his hand on the small of your waist to guide your somewhere or move you out the way

✮ constant forehead kisses

✮ lifts you up and spins you around when he’s excited to hug you

✮ guides you into the right form when you workout together

✮ runs his hands down your waist and hips when he’s checking you out while you’re right in front of him

✮ him around kids. that’s all.

✮ gives you flowers pretty much every week— and one time he gave you a money bouquet for your birthday

✮ flexes for you when he feels you staring at him and pretends he’s not doing it on purpose

✮ throws his arm around you and presses you flush against his chest when you go to sit on the couch next to him

✮ refers to you as his “wife” to his friends

KAMINARI DENKI

✮ you could have been rotting in bed all day and when he facetimes you he always greets you with something along the lines of “hello my beautiful princess” with a lovesick tone of voice

✮ calls you “mama” and “ma”

✮ obsessed with skinship because he aches to be able to “crawl inside your skin” and just needs to be close to you

✮ blows kisses at you from across the room

✮ for comfort, he runs his fingers through your hair and rocks you back and forth while hugging you

✮ his morning voice :)))

✮ lets you bite him and encourages it

✮ gets very touchy when you’re on his lap

✮ the king of “i know you’re probably asleep, but” texts

✮ goes on rants about how gentle and how well he would care for you when you’re one day pregnant with his children

✮ always calling you his “pretty baby”/“pretty girl”

✮ always posts pretty candid pictures of you and makes heartfelt story posts for every birthday, anniversary, and valentine’s day

HITOSHI SHINSOU

✮ has read for you + sung you to sleep on multiple occasions

✮ grabs you by your chin to force eye contact

✮ “say please”

✮ checks you every time you have an attitude with a smirk on his face

✮ has a habit of biting his lip

✮ says “there you go, babe” way too much.

✮ glares at anyone who flirts with you while tightly wrapping an arm around your waist

✮ has made multiple shared playlists for the both of you

✮ says he’s “gatekeeping” you because you’re just too pretty and he has to keep you to himself

✮ plays with your fingers when he’s bored or nervous

✮ buries his face into your neck to bask in your scent when he hugs you

✮ randomly stares at your for a full five minutes when you’re talking, barely listening to a word you’re saying, then lovingly sighs “i love you so much…”

IIDA TENYA

✮ always opens every door for you

✮ holds your hands while walking across the street or through the hallways

✮ very protective over you and will respectfully cuss anybody out who disrespects you

✮ pretty much has replaced your name is his vocabulary with “honey” and “sweetheart”

✮ never calls you hot— he always calls you beautiful, pretty, gorgeous, or stunning

✮ grabs you by your sleeve or your belt loop to take you somewhere if you don’t hear him call your name the third time

✮ the thought of ever calling you his “bitch” disgusts him, he calls you his lady or his love instead

✮ will immediately grab the nearest box of tissues to wipe your tears or your nose whenever you’re crying

✮ kisses your cheek to greet you and say goodbye

✮ has deep conversations about your future together when you get to that point in the relationship, and is open about how much his hard swells at imagining you as a mother

✮ kisses your forehead when he notices you asleep on his chest

© rumisgf

His Wife (ProHero Izuku x Wifey Reader)

Day 5 of Breedingtober

<<MASTERLIST>>

Izuku winds up on a podcast where they were talking bad about you, his beautiful wife. However sometimes, you need to calm him down.

Warning: Trying for a baby, unprotected sex, slight sexism and anti-feminism (personally I find it anit-feminist if you have a problem with someone being a house wife), angy Zuzu, teasing, slight brat energy from both Izu and Reader, petty Izuku, SMUT, BREEDING,

Words: 5k

You heard the front door open as you just managed to switch off the stove. It was evening and your husband had finally come back home. You moved to wipe your hands on the towel on your shoulder as you turned to the entrance of the kitchen. Walking in was your husband. You smiled. “Evening, Izuku.”

However, you didn’t receive an immediate reply as the giant prohero moved to pull you into his arms and release a heavy sigh. He closed his emerald eyes as he just wanted to hold you for a second. You raised an eyebrow wondering what had happened for this to occur. You flicked your gaze up to him, but you moved to rub his back supportively. Izuku let out a deep sigh as he rested his head on top of yours.

“Are you okay, my love?” You asked him with a raised eyebrow. Izuku didn’t answer immediately, not knowing entirely what to say to you about all of this. “How did the podcast go?” The large green haired man let out a groan as he let go of you and moved to lean against the counter. You giggled as you watched him move his hands down his face in exasperation. “Not good, I see.”

Izuku sighed. “I’m sorry, darling, for acting so down the moment I come home.” He apologised first and foremost. “You don’t deserve to be greeted like that, but…” He paused before letting out another loud groan as he looked to the ceiling. “I swear to God! Y/N!” He put his hands together as he looked to you straight and serious. “I’m going to murder someone.”

You chuckled as you moved to take off your apron. “Izuku, you can’t murder someone.” You calmly deflected logically. This wasn’t the first time he had made such allegations but you normally didn’t take it seriously unless it had to do with Bakugou Katsuki. Normally then attempted murder was their form of love language.

“Yes, I can.”

“Izuku, you can’t be a hero and murder someone.” You reminded him.

Your green haired husband folded his arms over his chest. “Honey, I am sure, if I can kill villains I can kill people.” You gave him a pointed look making him sigh.

You knew with Izuku’s jobs, there were certain unsavoury things that he had to do for the sake of peace and justice that made you wonder how far Heroes were willing to go to maintain their definition of law and order. You knew how much of a strain it could be, especially with him being the number one hero and him having to know and keep so many secrets from the public that you might not even ever know.

You sighed as you moved over to your grumpy green haired tree of a husband that leaned against your marble countertops. He had a frown on his face, showing how deep in his anger he was. You put your hands on his arms with a gentle smile, rubbings his biceps as you looked up at him. “My love…” Izuku closed his eyes at the sound of your voice. He let out a deep breath and dropped his head in defeat. You saw some tension leave him as you continued to smile up at him. “You just got home. You’re tired. Now, I’ve just made you pork, your favourite, and we can sit down and have a nice warm dinner together. Then you can hit the shower and we can sit down and talk about it with you having calmed down a bit with food in your belly and a nice relaxing shower to wash away the day. Okay?” You asked him.

He opened his eyes, those green deep jade eyes looked down at you lovingly. He nodded his head as he moved to put his hands on your hips. “What would I do without you?” He asked you gently. He bent down to place a kiss to your lips. You reached up and kissed him back. Izuku let out a soft breath, just having your lips against his and feeling you in his arms. You always somehow took all his pent-up energy away.

You separated from him with a happy smile. “You’d probably have killed Katsuki by now.”

“I’m surprised I haven’t already.”

“Izuku.”

He chuckled as he put his large hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay.” He moved to grab his laptop back. “Let me put this in my office and I’ll be down in a bit.”

Dinner was pretty normal, with Izuku wanting to spend the time focusing on you and what you did during the day. As a house wife, there was never really a shortage of things to do around the house, but a lot of your time was also spent working on projects that the Deku Foundation was busy with currently. Being wife to the Number One hero was a lot of work and a lot of energy spent on making sure that the brand that was Deku would stay up on top like it was supposed to.

With you heading a lot of that, you took a lot of nitty gritty work off of Izuku’s shoulders which he was grateful for. Especially with the Little Heroes Boarding School you were both planning on opening soon. Izuku nearly cried when you had told him what you wanted to start. A school dedicated to helping quirkless, less advantaged or abandoned children in finding their feet and cementing their future. It was perfect for what you both wanted to do to give back to the community directly. It was in its final execution phase with already a hundred children selected and it would be open in three months time.

You had been working so hard to ensure that it would be a success and Izuku couldn’t help but be so grateful and in awe for the amount of effort you had put into it. He took some less hours off of work to help you with it, which you were very happy about.

After that, you headed upstairs where Izuku took a much-needed shower to relax his muscles and you got dressed for bed. You were in your short silk nightgown by the time Izuku came out of the shower, drying his hair. You smiled as you sat down on the large bed in the abundance of pillows, Angelica-Nina laying next to you, flopping beside you.

Izuku’s shoulders lowered as he moved to lie down with his head in your lap. With the large hero lying down in front of you, Angelica-Nina moved over to hop to Izuku. She moved to settle on his chest, loafing herself as she settled in for a snooze. Izuku found his hand on top of her, petting her ears down as he sighed.

You looked down at him as you brought your hand to his soft still damp curls. “Still want to talk about it, love?” you asked gently. He nodded his head. “Alright, I’m listening.” You took a comb from the side table and gently started combing his mess of dark curls.

Izuku sighed and you knew by the tone of his sigh that it was something that deeply bothered him, but then again, with a husband as beautifully sensitive as your own, it was to be expected. “So I went on the Everything podcast, as you know. I don’t even know who on my PR team thought this would be a good idea but I went anyways. It was good the first half, I answered some questions, had a good debate and talk just about my life, UA, being Number One, my workout routine, a few controversial questions here and there but overall it was fine. To be expected. However, then we got onto the topic of you…” You hummed as you combed through his hair, but listened to him intently. His hand moved to rest on the black rabbit on top of him. You saw a slight rise in anger as his eyebrows furrowed. “So I talk about how we met, the wedding and all that stuff. Then one of the women on the podcast say, out of nowhere, ‘Oh that’s why you heroes could never handle a real women.’”

You tilted your head in surprise. “Excuse me?”

“RIGHT!?” Izuku nearly sat up, disrupting the rabbit on top of him, but you pushed him back down to lay down. “Now I was confused, I had the benefit of the doubt and I just questioned like whatever did she mean by that. Then she tells me, ‘You heroes always say you support women and that you’re feminists, but you ain’t. All you male heroes want are plain jane submissive women because you’re too intimidated by working women with their own opinions. You just want someone to wife up and keep your bed warm, you don’t want an actual woman. You just want a quiet breeder trophy wife.’” He quoted. “Honey,” Izuku chuckled darkly, immediately notifying you of the mood he was in. “I was going to kill a bitc-”

“Izuku.”

He closed his eyes, holding his tongue. He took a deep breath before letting out again. You always tried to keep his swearing to a minimum. Although Izuku was pretty good with changing the way he spoke depending on the situation, you didn’t need a slip up where the whole of Japan could turn and point at him.

He wasn’t Katsuki.

He sighed as he brought a hand to his eyes. You gently moved his curls back and looked down at his freckled face. “And what then?”

Izuku opened his eyes and looked back up at you. “So then I just told her, ‘The roles in my marriage is between me and my wife’, then proceeded to list every reason why she was factually incorrect, cause she was!” He spoke matter of factly.

Angelica-Nina lifted her head off of Izuku, realising she was not getting any sleep with this man around. She hopped back onto the bed settling in there. That’s when you noticed that your bunny that Izuku had gifted you for your first anniversary together, Valentino-Nino, a rather cuddly buck rabbit, hopped onto your bed. His fuzzy brown nose nudged Anglica-Nina. With the appearance of her comrade and lover, Angelica-Nina lifted her head up. The two of them hopped off your bed and proceeded to head out of your room to the hallway probably heading to their room and space in the house.

“I mean ever since the Endeavour scandal I know when it came to heroes and their partners a lot of the public was still pretty uncomfortable discussing in depth about it, but to go so far and say that all heroes are all like that? It’s absurd. Most heroes marry other heroes and if not, its not like they’re actively looking for some doll…” You watched his voice trail off a bit. You furrowed your eyebrows in concern. Izuku moved to look off to the side, looking almost a bit guilty. “But… it just made me a bit worried that maybe I was-”

“Izuku no.” You nodded your head. “Izuku, you’re feelings are valid and honestly I feel offended too.” You notified him making him nod proudly that he wasn’t overreacting. “I mean when we met, I was working and when we got married, I decided to be a housewife and that’s fine. You didn’t force me or hint that you wanted me to do that. It was a decision I took onto myself. You know why?” Izuku shook his head, not a hundred percent certain. “Izuku, in the unfortunate and unlikely circumstance that we ever got divorced,”

“Over my dead body.”

You chuckled. You placed a kiss to his pouty face and continued. “If that ever were to happen, it’s not like I don’t have any qualifications or money in my savings that I don’t have entirely in my name. And Izu, you make a HELL of a lot of money, half of which we keep in different saving and investment accounts. We don’t need a second income.” You reminded him as you gently massaged his head. “I mean yah, working would fill up my days more, but I’d rather that job be given to someone who might need it than to me who doesn’t. Plus, Izu…” You leaned down closer to him. You cupped his face in your hands. “When I took you as my husband I chose to trust you as a man and as a provider for this family. I’m not worried about income because you don’t make me worried about that. I can relax and do what I want to do and focus on the Deku foundation rather, or flood your phone with TikToks giving you baby fever so that you can finally give me a cute baby in rabbit onesie.” Izuku let out a laugh at that, remembering one of the more recent ones you had sent him. The two of you had recently started to try for a baby (much to Izuku’s relief for the fact that he hated latex, and he hated the possible side effects of hormonal birth control on your body). “Izuku, I want a baby.” You whined playfully.

Your husband chuckled moving to put a hand to your arm. “I know my love.” He moved his hand down your arm, grabbing your hand and  bringing it to his face. You saw a slight blush on his face. “I want it too, my love.” His voice was quieter than before, almost shy to reveal it, as he didn’t look you in the eye. You found it adorable, placing a kiss on his forehead making you chuckle. “But first,” He chuckled. “I just… are you sure you’re happy like this?”

Your face softened as you looked down at him with a smile. “I’m happy, Izuku. Don’t let other people define us. We work just the way we are.”

Izuku stared up at you, pupils big as he smiled gently. His eyes were soft as he reached up and put a calloused large hand to the side of your face. His hands bore the scars of the world and were rough from all the work he had put into them, however they were the most caring hands you had ever felt in your life. You closed your eyes and hummed with a smile. He moved to sit up and turn to you. “I appreciate you… you know that?”

“I know, Izu.”

“No, I’m serious.” He moved to pull you closer to him so that you slid down to lay beside him. He snuggled you close to his chest as he spoke to you. “You make me feel… you make me feel worthy of being a hero, worthy of being your husband, worthy of my quirk and worthy of being a man. Really I… I couldn’t be able to do everything on my own and you do most of it. I’m just the face.” You giggled at that statement making him smile. He placed a kiss to your lip taking you by surprise but you smile. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too.” You chuckled against his lips, but kept against him.

Izuku kissed you with a hum from his chest. A few quick pecs that grew longer as the butterflies in your tummy grew wilder. Until he held you firmly, kissing you deeply. His tongue in your mouth and his hands around you, making you feel like putty in his hands. The thing about kissing Izuku was that it was as if he was searching for something. For something deep inside you that you didn’t know you had. His hand moved to wrap around your neck as the kiss turned messy, almost as if he was trying to swallow you whole. And when you gasped for air, it was almost as if he was disappointed. As if he wanted to drown in you trying to find it.

“Wait, wait.” You breathed out, making him stop completely, as he looked to you making sure you were okay, concern evident in his eyes and furrowed brows. You glanced to the doorway. “The bunnies.”

“The… the bunnies?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

You nodded your head affirmatively. “Yah. I don’t want them to hop in on us.”

Izuku stared at you for a moment before letting out an amused chuckle. “Darling, the bunnies don’t care what we’re doing.”

“It would be indecent, Izuku.”

He motioned to the door with an amused scoff. “We see them humping each other all the time. You don’t see us bothered by it.”

You gave him a pointed look. “Their animals.”

“I’m an animal.”

“Izuku!”

He chuckled but moved to get up. “Okay, alright.” He got up from the bed and moved to close the door. He motioned to the now closed door as you sat up. “There no innocent bunny can hop in on us having sex. Are you satisfied, my love?”

“Very much.”

He laughed as he moved to sweep you up off the bed effortlessly, pulling you up to wrap your legs around you as he turned around and sat down on the bed with you on top of him. He smiled up at you, half hypnotised with you and half deep in lust at the thought of you. You smirked as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him once more.

He groaned in pleasure as you moved closer to him, your hips moving on impulse. His large hands moved to your hips as he held you in place to grind down against his hardening cock. He loved the feel of you, one hand moving up and down your body, his hands having already memorised every part of you and yet wanting more. He wanted to know more of you for a thousand times over. Till his last breath, he wanted you even if he had had you a thousand times before.

You let out a soft whine as you felt his hard cock through his shorts rub against your clothed clit. You tightened your grasp around him as you chased that feeling again. He chuckled as he moved his lips away from your neck to look up at you, as he kissed your chin. “I want you like this.” He let out lowly.

“You want me to ride you?” You asked breathy and soft.

“All the time.” He smirked as he looked up at you. You chuckled but then a gasp and a moan tumbled out of your lips as you felt his fingers rub against your clit. You didn’t know how he got his fingers in the places that they did when his hand was so big, but you wouldn’t question it. You sunk in deeper, closer to his hand, your hips twitching as his thumb rubbed your clit and his fingers sunk deep inside your slicked up heat. You let out a giggle mixed with a moan.

Izuku couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you in pleasure because of his actions. He loved watching you feel good. He loved watching you feel good because of him. However, being a hero, Izuku noticed everything, and he always noticed when your hand moved down his shorts to free his cock. Your smaller hand wrapped around his shaft, loving the warm feeling of it. You loved watching him twitch and ache for you. You loved watching the way you dragged your hands up the underside of it making his thighs twitch for a second as you rested your hand around the head of his cock. You rubbed your thumb around his slit, spreading the pre that spilled from his head.

Izuku watched as you raised your hand to your mouth. You licked your hand, putting your fingers deep in your mouth, lathering them in saliva before moving your hand back down and moving to stroke his cock. At the sight of you, Izuku let out a groan as he paused temporarily from fingering you. “Honey,” He let out lowly. “I love it when you touch me, but I’m super pent up right now and it won’t take me long if you keep doing that.” He warned as you continued to move your hand up and down his cock, feeling him so firmly in your hands. You giggled, earning a raised eyebrow from him. Unexpectedly, a harsh thrust to that spongey spot inside you made you squeal unexpectedly, making him smirk. “Very funny, hm?”

You chuckled. “You’re so petty, Izuku.” You told him.

“Darling, I thought we already discussed how petty I am.” He effortlessly moved to lift you up with a single hand, a show of strength that made you clench around his fingers making him smirk. You carefully moved to align his cock with your entrance. He slowly lowered you down on his cock making you both hold in a breath.

You moaned at the stretch of his cock. You had loved that over the years you had managed to suit him just perfectly, almost as if you both belonged together like jigsaw pieces. Izuku loved that too. He loved that you were made for him and he was made for you. You were made to fit together like this. It made shiver run up his spine and a moan tumble out of his lips as you were finally seated on top of him. He licked at his fingers eagerly making you giggle.

You interrupted his quick taste test with a kiss to his lips. He wrapped his arms around you, keeping you stuck against him so that you could taste yourself on him. You moved to lift your hips before going back down on his cock. The action brought a groan out of the both of you as you steadily began to ride him, slow but consistent. You used your thighs to move yourself up and down, holding onto his shoulders as you did so.

You flipped your head back, closing your eyes as you enjoyed the feeling of him and you slotted together. Izuku watched with a half lidded gaze of lust with a smirk on his lips. You looked amazing like this, on top of him with his cock inside you. He gripped your ass tightly, holding onto you as he moved to shift your nightgown higher up so that he could easily watch your hips move as you moved up and down his cock. He loved watching you on top of him almost as much as he watched you underneath him. Nothing else mattered other than you and the way your face was scrunched up in pleasure, eyes closed as you held onto him for dear life, increasing your pace as you chased that knotted feeling inside you that ached for release.

He chuckled as he watched you rather recklessly bounce on his cock, your breaths increasing as you tried your best to chase that orgasm you were building up. You whined as you opened your eyes and glared at him. “What’s so funny?”

He shrugged. “Need my help, love?” He asked as he chose to lean back and watch you rather than assist without you begging for it.

You hesitated. You wanted to say no and keep face, bring yourself to your own orgasm while riding him, like you often did when you wished for him whenever he was away on a mission or at work, however you really didn’t have the self control to do that. Your expression changed and Izuku immediately caught onto it. It was one of need. Inherit need and aching, a whine tumbling out of your lips.

“Izu… Izuku please help.” You begged as you moved your hands over to grab at your chest as you looked over at him. “Please. Please, my hero.”

At the nickname you saw his green eyes darken in a way that had your sex tightening around him. Without saying anything he moved to grab onto your hips and slam into you making you jolt at the pain and pleasure. A cry escaped your lips as he started to move your hips up and down, easily falling into the same rhythm you had when you were riding him without his help. He moved to fall back onto the bed, shifting over so that you were a bit more forward, your hands moving down onto his bare chest to balance your weight.

Without warning he thrusted into you making you shoot up. “Oh FUCK! Yes baby! Yes! Just like that~” You moaned as you moved to jump and match his thrust in a perfect balance of him and you. “Fuck, Izuku, you’re so sexy. My big loving husband, always protecting me and standing up for me. You’re so amazing like that Izu.” A low growl left the back of your husband’s throat as he furrowed his eyebrows, focused on fucking you. You knew how much praise got to him, how much you just acknowledging him had him in a chokehold. “Give me your cum, Izu. Put a baby in me.” You pleaded as an orgasm took you by surprise as you moaned, your thighs trembling in pleasure as you sat on top of him, your eyes rolled back in pleasure.

Izuku let out a low groan at the feeling of your sex gripping his sex so tightly. “Good girl. Riding my cock like a champion, huh? You think I forgot how needy you are, keeping me late this morning just so that you could fuck me this morning. My wife’s such a needy little slut for me, aren’t you?” You nodded your head with a hum, your mind too numb off of the pleasure of him inside you to care much about what he said. He smirked. “Yah, you are. All you want is my cum dripping out of you, showing who you belong to. Showing- fuck.” He gritted his teeth at how close he was. A moan tumbled out of his lips at how your ass clapped against his thighs and the way your sex massaged his cock as you rode him like no tomorrow. “Showing who will give you a baby. You want that? Can I fill you up, darling?”

You nodded your head with a teary eyed plea. “Please.”

A low grunt escaped his throat as his thrusts grow harder and more sporadic, his grip on you borderline painful cause at this point he just was using you as a fleshlight and you couldn’t care less. You bit down on your bottom lip as you felt him pound into you until finally, he slammed inside you, making you squeeze around him as he came inside you. A gentle soft moan came out of your mouth as you felt his cum fill you.

Izuku groaned as he held you on top of him, however you rolling your hips as he went through his own orgasm didn’t help either. You giggled as you savoured the wonderful feeling of him inside you. Your hands moved down your body, gripping your breasts over your nightgown with a bite to your bottom lip. “You love this pussy, don’t you?” You asked softly, rolling your hips.

Izuku put an arm over his face as a blush went to his cheek, a groan leaving his throat as he tightened his grip on your hip with one hand almost painful. “Fuck~” You felt him twitch inside you making you giggle. “Don’t say stuff like that, darling.” He breathed out, moving his arm off his face, revealing a blushing freckled face. He relaxed back into the bed sheets, with you still on top of him.

You bent down low closer to him and placed a kiss to his lips and he immediately reciprocated back. “Feeling better?”

He chuckled. “Much. But… why do I have a feeling that you aren’t gonna let me sleep tonight?”

“What makes you say that?” You smirked.

He looked up at you for a moment, pure love in his eyes, adoring and endless and only for you. He leaned up closer to you. “The bunnies aren’t the only ones who lack self-control.”

One Piece Fic Recs

This is a list of incredible One Piece fanfics I have read either on Tumblr or Ao3 the majority of which are character x reader/oc.

📝 Ongoing/Unfinished

Long Works (>25,000 words)

It Comes in Waves by analogwriting Trafalgar Law x f!reader (71k)

The Bird & The Mermaid (Trafalgar Law x F!Reader) by BlackOrchid1004 (40k)

Small Changes by SweetScentences Platonic Law and Corazon fix it (37k)

The Daughter's Return by @cozage Portgas D. Ace x f!reader (126k)

Birds of a Feather by flyingfishgirl Marco the Phoenix x f!reader (74k)

Inked on Skin by Archaeological / @tackyink Trafalgar Law x OFC (385k)

📝 Home of the Sun by Nahella Portgas D. Ace x f!reader (167k)

📝 Free (Trafalgar Law/Reader) by ElenaMoon (153k)

📝 Throne by teroinreadsteroinwrites Shanks x OFC (41k)

📝 This is Us by Anonymous Portgas D. Ace x f!reader (90k)

📝 Card-Sharp by VintagexTypewriter Shanks x OFC (90k)

📝 Home Is Where the Hearts Are by brouhahas Trafalgar Law x f!reader (37k)

📝 Rare Whales, Shining Seas, and the One That Dreams of Them by NunTheWiser Platonic Whitebeard Pirates, Platonic Heart Pirates x OFC (339k)

📝 Bound by Silver by ToastedMilkBar Corazon x f!reader (46k)

📝 Immune To Your Charms by @grandline-fics Donquixote Doflamingo x f!reader (26k)

📝 Chaos in Their Bones by @eureka-its-zico OPLA Zoro x f!reader (148k)

📝 Determination! by @thesharktanksdriver Platonic multiple characters/crews x child!reader (69k)

Puzzled by @mynewblackdress OPLA Sanji x f!reader (35k)

Medium Works (10,000-24,999 words)

Epiphytism by Jarchetype Dracule Mihawk x f!reader (23k)

Little Blue Bird by MidNightWriter42 Marco the Phoenix x f!reader (12k)

📝 Affiliation by maybeitsdee Portgas D. Ace x f!reader (23k)

📝 The Beast and the Mouse by @simpleeindulge Eustass Kid x f!reader (12k)

📝 Little Game by @gingernut1314 Dracule Mihawk x f!reader (16k)

the blade daughter by @halfvalid OPLA Zoro x f!reader, Dracule Mihawk x daughter!reader (24k)

You Should Be Sad by @fanaticsnail Dracule Mihawk x f!reader (14k)

put my name at the top of your list by @ladadiida Sanji x f!reader (12k)

Through Shadow by @gingernut1314 OPLA Sanji x f!reader (10k)

Your Highness by @nanawritesit OPLA Sanji x f!reader (13k)

Come Sail Away by @sassenach-on-the-rocks OPLA Sanji x f!reader, OPLA Zoro x sister!reader (15k)

📝 Stowaway by @spitfire-of-the-sea Platonic Whitebeard Pirates x f!reader (10k)

“Levi!”

You barge through the door, all dramatic, gasping and panting, purposely exaggerating to get his attention. But not to your surprise, he didn’t even bother looking up.

“I suppose no one ever taught you, but there’s a concept called knocking.” He said, his eyes fully focused on the papers. His hand moving across it as he wrote. “It’s quite easy really, you raise your hand and—”

“Levi!” You cut him off, slamming the door behind you loudly. “Levi, my beloved, my savior in dark times, I am in need of your help.”

“Slamming the door isn’t very polite either. Your manners get worse everyday.”

You waved him off, shushing him. You made way across the room, where a couch sat not far from the desk he was sitting on, and flopped down face first. “Levi.” Your voice came out muffled.

“Ah yes, making yourself home I see.” He sighs.

“Levi, I need your help. Real bad.”

“No.”

“What–” You look up, raising your face from the cushions, offended. “You didn’t even–”

“No.” He repeated, eyes not leaving his work for even a second. “Please, get off my couch. Cleaning it is tiresome.”

“Levi.” You whined, impatient at his aloofness. “Levi, he’s going to kill me.”

“I’ll buy you a good coffin.”

“This isn’t funny.” You huffed. “I’m dead. Like literally. Absolutely. This is where it all ends.”

“I’d rather you not die on my couch.”

“Fuck your couch.” You flipped yourself, so you splayed on your back now. You tilted your head, staring at him. “Help me out. Please?”

Levi finally turns to look at you, unable to ignore you any longer. He frowned. “What?” He asked warily. “What did you do this time?”

“Promise me you’ll help me first.” You said.

“No.” He immediately rejects you. “What did you do? Did you get into a fight with an MP again?”

You shook your head.

“Blew up something in Hange’s lab?” He guessed.

“No. But I’d really rather it was Hange mad at me though.”

He looked at you confused, “Who did you piss off then? “

You grimaced. He was quick to conclude.

“Ah.” He realizes. “Erwin.”

A nod from you answers him.

“What did you do?”

“Ask me what I didn’t do.”

“What didn’t you do?”

“Work.” You sat up. “In my defense, it was a shit load of work. And I hate paperwork. And I kept procrastinating. And now it’s due by tomorrow and I didn’t remember until two minutes ago when Erwin shot a glare at me. And now I—”

“I’m not helping you.”

“Why not?” You demanded.

“It’s your fault. Don’t drag me into this shit.” He grumbles, scowling. “And you promised last time, you wouldn’t do this anymore. I’m not doing your work for you. I have enough on my plate.”

“Okay first of all, I’m not lazy. I was busy–”

“Ogling Garrison captains.”

“They’re pretty. And no, not the point, shut up.” You protested. “I was busy. And I didn’t come here so you could do it for me. I came here so you could go and talk to Erwin.”

Levi frowned, “Talk to him about what?”

“Tell him to give me one more day. Swear I’d work my ass off.”

“You said that last time too.” He pointed it out. “How angry is Erwin?”

You made a face. “Bad.”

“How bad?”

“He keeps glaring at me everytime I meet him. It’s the ‘if you don’t get it done this time, you’re gonna get in so much shit’ glare. It’s creeping me out.”

Levi scoffs, shaking his head. “Only you." He said. "Only you can possibly manage piss fucking Erwin off. The guy's a fucking monk, nothing affects him.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “If I had to guess, I’d say this isn’t the first time asking for an extension.”

“Err…” You ducked your face. “It was kinda supposed to be done 2 weeks ago.”

“2 weeks?” Levo looked at you incredulously. “No wonder he’s pissed. And you’re asking for more time?”

“One more day. Just one more day. Please Levi, he’ll listen to you.”

Levi stares at your pleading expression for a few seconds with narrowed eyes, considering. Thinking. Then he seemed to have made up his mind.

“No.”

“Wha—” You jerk upright. You really thought you’d convinced him.

“No. I’m not getting you out of the grave this time. Specially since you dug it yourself.” He returns his attention back to his work. “Good luck to you, but leave now. And learn a damn lesson.”

You stared at him, gaping. “Wow," You blinked you’re an asshole.”

“Congratulations for realizing that.”

You exhaled. Easy words won’t work, you knew. So, here comes plan A. Acting.

You pouted.

“Don’t look at me like that. I said what I said.”

You fluttered your lashes, all wide shiny eyes, about to cry.

“Get out before I start throwing shit at you.”

“Levi.” Plan B. Bribing.

“No.”

“Leeviii.”

“No.”

“Levi, aren’t you the sweetest, most dearest, my absolute favorite and delightful and super awesome with extra sugar on top bestiest best friend? Don’t be like that, c’mon.”

“Still no. And we’re not friends.”

“‘I’ll make you pie?” You offered.

“You can’t cook to save your life. No.”

"I'll give you hugs."

"I will slap you."

“Levi.” Plan C. Threatening.

He glares back at you.

"You do realize you could've used this time getting the report started instead of trying to convince me and actually might've manage to get it done?”

“I’ll read poetry to you.” You threatened.

Levi looks up, finally there’s a hint of alarm on his face. “No, you won’t.”

“I’ll make sure all your food touch.”

“Get out.”

“I’ll disorganize your bookshelf and fill it with those titan x scout love novels.”

He raised his middle finger at you.

“I will start telling you about all my exes.”

He cringed visibly.

Finally, you gave up. Dragging yourself off the couch, you slowly, pathetically, miserably made your way to the door. You knew that the odds were very low that Levi would actually help you this time, because he was right. You needed to learn a lesson. And it was your fault.

“Oi.”

Your hand was on the doorknob. “What?” You turned to look at him grumpily.

Levi was pinching the bridge of his nose, knitting his eyebrows together, irritated and annoyed. Like he was about to do something he regretted.

He let out a long exhale.

“Bring it here. I’ll help you.”

“What?” You asked, disbelief dripping from your tone. Were you dreaming?

“I’ll help you out. Just this time.” He grunts. “Don’t expect it again. And I’ll only guide you, you’re doing the most of it.”

Music to your ears.

“Really?”

“Go before I change my mind.” He huffed.

You broke into a wide grin, beaming up at him. “No wonder I love you.”

“The feeling is not mutual.”

“You’re the best,”

“Shut up.”

“The best. The most darling, the loveliest, the coolest, the–”

“10 seconds. I’m giving you 10 seconds.”

“Oh–” Your eyes widened. You learnt the hard way Levi usually means his time limits. “Okay, okay, wait here, wait. I’ll be right back. Just–”

And you were out the door,

“Fucking idiot.” He groaned to himself, as you yet again, slammed the door.

He wish he knew why he kept doing this to himself.

Dilf Deku Headcanons

Midoriya Izuku x GN!Reader

warnings: swearing, NSFW themes (nothing graphic just briefly mentioned),brief mention of bullying/scars, idk this is pretty tame nothing is really described... if u don't like dilfs then don't read this :)

a/n: okay! this is my first time writing/publishing anything on Tumblr so please go easy on me haha... I've had ridiculous Deku brain rot lately and I decided I had to jot a few thoughts down. I'm playing with the idea of turning this into a writing blog, but I am undecided! If anyone wants to thirst for one Izuku Midoriya please come talk to me please anyway without further ado here are some Dilf!Deku hcs.... I'm playing around with doing a NSFW version after this so if you would like to see that let me know!

w/c: 1,498

Okay everyone today I want to talk about Dilf!Izuku

This may be controversial but I personally believe that he has the most Dilf potential out of any of the class 1A boys and no I will not be taking criticism at this time

Sorry but even when he’s younger he has Dilf energy - he’s caring, considerate, takes your feelings into account like a dad he just wants to take care of his baby

oh fuck this man no no no

And listen, here me out on this one….. he has more dilf potential than Bakugo and allow me to tell you why

We can all agree that Bakugo has been confident his entire life, so of course he’s going to be confident when he’s older?? duh

But IZUKU is a different story altogether, he’s never felt confident in his life

His whole childhood he was looked down on for being quirkless, and bullied by someone he thought was his friend kachaan

THEN he got a quirk but oh every time he uses it it breaks all his fucking bones and leaves him with all these scars, and he appreciates them because of what they represent but also he’s young when he gets them, he’s already prone to insecurity and when he’s younger ESPECIALLY i think they just remind him of previous failures

He only started to gain a little bit of confidence in his UA days, but it takes time to rebuild yourself after you’ve been torn down for so long, so I honestly imagine he doesn’t even feel an inkling of confidence until his third year or later and even then, it’s new, it’s unfamiliar, he doesn’t totally know how to act

Because yes, by his third year, he’s starting to realize, oh wow okay, I have an incredible quirk and all these new abilities that I can control better, and wow people are paying attention for good reasons , because he’s tall and attractive, probably cuts his hair undercut Izuku supremacy and he’s made some solid friends who help boost his confidence too

But despite all this, deep down he still feels like that quirkless little kid who has to work three times as hard as anyone else and still doesn’t get the recognition he deserves

But OH BOY

DILF IZUKU??? This man is dripping with confidence

he’s older now. he’s overcome a lot. he’s gone to therapy, and worked his way through the pro hero ranks until he earned his number one spot fair and square, that’s something no one can take away from him

He’s loaded now (see below because I go on a whole tangent), he has nice tasteful style that can only come with age and experience

He knows he’s hot now, because its simply no longer something that can be denied, anyone with eyes can see how attractive he is

If he catches you staring at him, he doesn’t shy away. His cheeks might tint slightly, but he stares right back with the biggest smirk on his face. “See something you like, angel?”

Probably finds reasons to show off slightly but he’s Dilf!Izuku so it’s subtle, it’s meant just for you and god does it drive you crazy

The way he’ll reach for and grab at things when he’s around you because he knows you like his hands (he wants to hold your bags and please let him he just wants to feel needed)

They way he stands behind you while you cook, or work, or read…. He sees you sitting or standing so peacefully and he’ll come up behind you to check out what it is you’re doing. He’ll lean down slowly, quietly, stopping when his breath is on your neck and your nose is filled with his scent, and take a quick peek at whatever it is you’re working on. It takes you a moment to turn around, your heart starting to beat faster in your chest due to his looming presence behind you (I DON’T KNOW WHY THIS IS HOT TO ME IT JUST IS OKAY). When you finally turn to face him, his face breaks into a small smile of victory as his strong hand catches your jaw in a gentle grip and he places an achingly soft kiss to your lips before saying “You look so cute when you’re concentrating,”. As you’re about to go in for another, he lets you go and stands up again, his eyes twinkling. “No no, you’re working so hard baby, don’t let me distract you,” WHEN ALL HE WANTED WAS TO DISTRACT YOU and he succeeded and now you’re all hot and bothered, with no hope of resuming what you were doing

Dilf Deku is a tease I know he is but it’s okay he’ll make it up to you later ;)

He’s got shorter, slightly more cropped hair with grey mixed in with the green, his face more lean and angular… not to mention years of pro hero work have toned his body into an absolute work of art I’m gonna pass out just thinking about it

Freckles splashed across his skin like hundreds of little constellations, accented by scars and marks from old wounds (which he’s come to appreciate - they show how hard he’s worked, how much he’s sacrificed to get to where he is now) he’s muscular but I don’t think he’s quite as big as All Might (his fighting style is a lot different so of course he would build muscle in different places) so this means LEGS LEGS LEGS

LEG MUSCLES FOR DAYS

THICK FUCKING THIGHS oh my god

And holy shit his back muscles too WHEW sometimes in the morning when he gets up before you, you watch him sit on the edge of the bed and flex his shoulders and arms to stretch out in the hazy morning light and Jesus Christ

Dilf Deku is older now, he’s spent his entire life working himself too hard and he missed out on a lot of the fun, impulsive, chaotic things young people do, so I think he wants to let loose a little in his older age, have some fun for once

And what’s more perfect than sweet, youthful, tantalizing little you to indulge in ?

He’s so doting, just wants to make you feel special and cared for

And on that note, if you will indulge me for a moment

he’s fucking RICH like

He’s the number one pro hero, he has brand deals on brand deals on brand deals

And I don’t mean to slander All Might and Endeavor, but in terms of a hot, fuckable number one pro hero, Deku has them beat by a landslide so I imagine he has a wider range of brand deals too, because he can sell the sex appeal angle

I mean can you imagine him in interviews? Interacting with fans? Confident yes, but still soft spoken and kind, almost gentle but anyone can tell he’s completely in control, of himself, of the interview, of the audience, this man has the entire country world wrapped around his little finger

All this to say he’s DRIPPING WITH MONEY

he’s like the guy that overtips an OBSCENE amount like if the waiter is really nice he’ll tip like $300 dollars and won’t even blink (I know they don’t tip at restaurants in Japan but this is more for vibes yk)

sugar daddy deku isn’t a stretch it’s a REALITY

Y’all can be officially together or not, either way Deku loves to spoil his precious little y/n

All you have to do is smile sweetly and ask, and he’s absolute putty in your hands

Complies with even the most egregious of your demands, because hey, he has the money to spare, and how could he say no when you look so cute asking so politely?

GOOD TASTE too like he has a lot of money but he knows how to spend it 😏

Additionally he’s, ya know, him, so he’s insanely charitable and donates to charities, go fund me, personal Venmo accounts of fans that need it

if a fan has like a go fund me for some reason that catches his eye, he’s going to donate and he’s going to donate a lot (A LOT)

he doesn’t even do it for the press, he does it bc he’s a good person but my GOD the press eats it up and so do the fans

These hc’s are so self indulgent but all this to say

Dilf!Deku gets what he wants when he wants it and no one is standing in his way

So when he decides it’s you he wants? Well then it’s you he’s going to get!

Charming Killer: 2

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Pairing: Neteyam x reader

PART ONE PART THREE

Summary: Neteyam confronts his fears of the scientists compound in his attempts to reach you. He’s all over you the second he see’s you and while you don’t really know what he’s saying it doesn’t fail to have an effect on you.

Warnings: I basically turned him into a cat unintentionally. 

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: I did not proof read this very well cause I was working on multiple fics then realised I had nothing to post! She’s as good as it gets rn kids sorry.

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