a/n: just a lil something. not great but i reckon it’s wholesome xx
warnings: kissing ig
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Shouta smiled softly as you recounted a story from your time in high school. There was a gleam of excitement in your eyes he hadn’t seen anywhere before. Seeing you so engrossed in telling him this story, making wide gestures with your arms and exaggerated facial expressions, made him feel all sorts of warm inside. It felt right. There were no expectations of him at that moment except to listen and admire you, which he was happy to do.
Having only been seeing you for a couple of weeks, he was still hesitant about jumping into things too quickly, but there was just something about you that made him feel content. He didn’t mind giving up his limited freetime to get to know you which surprised him. You were funny without trying too hard and for all of your eagerness to get to know him you didn’t push or pester him with questions. You listened to him intently and were interested in more than just the other Pros. You wanted to know about him. About Shouta. Sure, you thought Eraserhead was amazing and you didn’t deny you were a tiny bit of a fan, but you actually seemed to care about him, not just his job.
And then there were the things about you that he thought about hours after they’d happened. How you’d blushed profusely the first time he’d called you ‘sweetheart’, and how you’d stared at him for a while one day before remarking about how “awfully pretty’ he was. You were cute and slightly awkward but you liked him and you were interesting on your own terms. He enjoyed hearing about your life and you enjoyed telling him. For the first time in the longest time he didn’t feel like seeing someone was a chore or an obligation.
“Did you want to come round to my place for a drink quickly or do you just wanna go home?” you asked, looking up at him. He regarded you for a moment with a gentle smile.
“A drink would be nice.”
You grinned.
“Cool.”
Swallowing the nervousness that bubbled in his throat, he reached for your hand which swung by your side. He laced his fingers with yours. You blushed faintly. He couldn’t help but grin to himself at the feeling of it. It was childish sure but holding your hand felt natural and you were so warm and comfortable to hold, he regretted not doing so sooner.
The walk to your house was remarkably short, soon you’d brought him inside and were busying yourself with the making of some tea. Sitting at your dining table, he watched, fascinated, as you moved about fetching everything you needed. Appreciating you as you moved, Shouta felt calmer than he had in a while. The imminent arrival of tomorrow and the responsibility it brought with it was forgotten as he watched you.
You finished up and set the tea down before the two of you. It was strong and sweet and it filled him with warmth. Although few words were exchanged as you drank, Shouta relaxed into himself more. Being there, in your home was comforting. It was a reflection of you, with little pieces of your soul that had taken physical form about the place. It felt safe.
“I really like you, Shouta,” you said. He blinked at you. You looked down at the table sheepishly. “I’m sorry if that was weird, I didn’t mean to-”
“I really like you too,” he replied. Your shoulders relaxed and your smile returned. Warmth filled his stomach except this time it wasn’t a result of the tea. He really did like you, more than he’d liked anyone in a long long time and he wasn’t ashamed to admit that to you or himself.
No sooner than you’d finished drinking then he stood up. A look of surprise crossed your face.
“Do you have to go now?” you asked, getting to your feet yourself.
He shook his head and you frowned up at him. “I just didn’t want to lean across the table.”
He leaned forward and kissed you. Out of any possible outcome you hadn’t been expecting that. Shutting your eyes almost instantly, you reached out tentatively, taking hold of his forearms. He was softer than you’d expected, welcoming and he smelled amazing. Kissing him was better than you could’ve ever predicted.
It wasn’t long (to your disappointment) but the only thing you could say after you pulled away, your eyes fluttering open, was “oh.”
“Sorry, I should’ve asked,” he breathed. Shaking your head, you slowly regained your bearing.
“N-No, that was… that was fine, great, in fact… wow, OK,” you stuttered, “So we’re..? Alright, excellent.” He watched your clearly working mind with bemusement.
“We are.”
You looked up at him, chest heaving lightly as you swallowed. Looking into your eyes, he felt a wave of serenity wash over him. You were so beautiful and everything about you enchanted him. Moving his hands to hold your face, he kissed you again. You felt so familiar to him and he wanted nothing more than to stay standing there. You let out a hum of contentment and he felt you smile into his lips as you kissed back.
He knew right then that he wanted to kiss you a million times more and you were happy to let him.
hii! im really not sure if you’re requests are open so ignore this if you’re not accepting any right now BUT if you are, can i request a oneshot (or whatever you feel like doing) on a fem!reader being in love with Chisaki since they were kids but never telling him because she knew he didn’t feel the same (except he does and always has!!! but its overhaul so he doesn’t show his emotions) and while they are talking one day she just reaches for his mask to unhook it, and he grabs her wrist and he sort of warns her but she notices he’s not breaking out in hives so she continues and um idk maybe they kiss but umm ill leave the rest to you. sorry this is so long. :) also like if you wannnnnaaa do NSFW that’s good too 🥲
heyo! thank you so much for requesting! I really liked writing this and although it’s not NSFW I’ve got some Chisaki smut in the works ;), I hope you have a great day and you’ll find it posted here <3
♔ - after years of keeping your feelings for Kai to yourself you finally let them out
pairings - chisaki kai x fem!reader
a/n: thank you for requesting! I really enjoyed writing this. I hope everyone’s having a good day and if not that’s ok, you’re cool :)
warnings: suggestive content ig
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The wishful ache never truly left the back of your mind. No matter how many times he dismissed your presence without a second glance. No matter how seemingly immune he was to all human feelings. No matter how cold he’d become. You found yourself unable to let go of the hope that maybe you weren’t simply dreaming.
Kai had been more than just a friend to you since you were children. You’d always thought there was this fantastical connection between the two of you and as you grew older and more aware you were quick to recognise that there was a label for what you had. Although things were much different when you were kids stumbling about the place, trying not to get in the Shie Hassaikai’s way, you’d never mistaken that connection for anything else. From your teenage years to early adulthood you knew that you were in love with him, and in all honesty you’d upheld the belief that he felt similarly.
The birth of Overhaul was a cruel awakening to you. Even as a child Kai wasn’t as forthcoming as you would expect, he was distant and calculating. Although frequent exposure to you had softened him to your presence and allowed you to class yourself as a friend he wasn’t exactly hospitable. His wit and god-given features made him near impossible to overlook, but what captured you from day one was the slight kindnesses he paid you. You’d never questioned that he was always looking for things to benefit him and the Shie Hassaikai but he wasn’t a generous soul. It often took you by surprise when his hard demeanor broke and he took the time to comfort or entertain you. Everyone else aside from The Boss didn’t receive so much as a hard stare but he seemed interested in you, as if he found as much comfort in you as you did him. At the very least you confirmed he liked having you around.
Which is why when The Boss fell ill and he took the responsibility of the gang on board you couldn’t help but feel that Kai had been replaced. Maybe there’d been signs but you’d chosen to ignore them but the change was so sudden, it knocked the wind out of you. Every drop of compassion was shed from those amber eyes and although his words told of loyalty and collaboration you no longer felt he truly meant them.
Cleanliness had always been one of his more eccentric interests but it had become fully fledged mania now that he sat in The Boss’ chair. Anywhere he went within the underground HQ was sanitized to the point of overdoing it. Everyone had to have top tier hygiene for fear of punishment you’d think be reserved for treason. All of the high ranking members of the organisation wore elaborate masks resembling those of plague doctors. It was sinister. The Hassaikai had never been the most moral organisation but its honour had been replaced by something cold and inevitable, something inherently evil. But for all of your observation and interpretation you never considered Overhaul to be the definite root of the issue. You couldn't accept that the man you loved had become a monster.
“I’m honoured to be joining you again, Chisaki,” you said. Sitting on a narrow couch you looked up from the tea table to him. His right arm hung off that of the couch he sat on, his posture stiff as he leaned back slightly. Those unblinking amber eyes bore into your soul.
You reached out for the steaming cup of tea before you, taking a sip without hesitation. You no longer expected him to reply to you. The first Wednesday of every month you came and had tea with him in the afternoon, at first you’d tried to make small talk but had quickly learned he wasn’t interested in such pleasantries. He wasn’t interested in talking at all you realised after the fifth month of utter silence. He didn’t even drink the tea despite there always being two cups. He chose to sit and watch you instead, barely moving. What he was interested in or his purpose in these visits you had no clue. It probably should have bothered you more but you were grateful that he still made time in his busy days to sit with you for half an hour. What did bother you though, was his rejection of his name.
The first time you’d had tea you referred to him as ‘Kai’, as you had for your entire life. He snarled at you in a way that made you want to run and cry. It was the first time he’d even treated you with such disdain. So now he was Chisaki. It hurt to think he’d changed so drastically without your notice. How could you have been so blind?
It was this that crushed your soul. For years you’d held onto the hope that he loved you back but hadn’t found the time or the words to express his feelings so you waited. But now you felt nothing short of despair. Having harboured those feelings for so long you couldn’t just brush them off. You wanted nothing more than to tell him how you felt but you were worried of what would happen if you did. You were stuck in an endless loop of anguish and desperation.
“What did you do to your hand?”
At first you weren’t sure you’d heard properly. He looked no different, hadn’t moved a muscle but blinking a couple of times you realised he had indeed asked you a question. His voice was so familiar and yet so strangely new to your ears.
“I… uh, I burnt it on a baking tray.” You looked down at your bandaged palm and fingertips.
His only reaction was the twitch of an eyebrow. You shrank into yourself slightly. His apathetic reaction was far worse than the months of silence. How could he break that silence after so long only to return to it immediately? It felt crueler than any torture.
“Why do you do this?”
You’d never intended to ask that question but the build up for the past months just came out at the notice of his indifference. He tipped his head sideways and your heart thumped. Yet again no answer.
The wheels within you had begun to turn and you stood up, his eyes watching your every move. You moved around the table and sat down on the couch next to him, careful to not let your knees touch. You knew that he was prone to break out in hives at the thought of being in contact with another, likely dirty, human being. He’d always been fine around you in the past but the distance that had grown between you may have changed that.
Whatever courage you’d found lifted your hand to him. By far one of your most stupid decisions but you felt a great wave of hatred rise through you at the sight of that beaked mask pointing so threatningly at you. He made no move to stop you as you reached up but
your fingertips had barely brushed the string that secured his mask when his gloved hand was tight around your wrist. You stared straight into those burning irises and you could see he was warning you not to go any further. Looking back at your hand you noticed how perfectly smooth his skin was. Surely with this proximity he’d have been itching already if he was going to at all.
Him still holding onto your wrist you pried the string off his ear.
You audibly inhaled, some sort of twisted relief rushed into you at the sight of his face, whole and without a scratch, just as you remembered it, finally laid before you without being obscured. You didn’t even bother to think about the fact that he’d let you remove it.
“I miss you,” you breathed.
Kai regarded you with cautious delight, almost as if he’d been waiting for that. He blinked lazily, that cruel triumph dancing across his face.
It was as if impulsiveness was running like electricity through you because less than a moment after you thought it you were kissing him. Kissing Kai like you’d always wanted to. Your hands pressed gently to his chest, leaning closer to him than you’d ever been before. You no longer cared for the consequences because he tasted like gold and lust and the stars and pomegranate seeds. He was more than you’d ever hoped and ever wished for and you were terrified for what would happen when the kiss ended but, fuck, you loved it. You loved him. Kai. You loved Kai.
And then one of his hands was on your chin, holding you to him, the other resting on your hip. He kissed you back. Harder than you’d expected. There was a hunger to it, you could taste the ache he had. A daunting ache, it wanted to consume you, comfort you, and corrupt you all at once. It was overpowering and as he kissed you, you felt something in him ignite. Whatever he’d been missing, whatever part of cold Overhaul had been lost was restored and Kai was full of this new heat, a heat ready and willing to devastate you.
“Oh, Angel,” he uttered, pulling himself from your lips to kiss your cheek, your jaw, whatever he could. Delighting in the feeling of your skin under his lips, in his hands. His fingertips dug into your skin, attaching himself to you. He’d never wanted to possess something more than he wanted to claim you now. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing but it felt right and he wasn’t about to stop. He pulled you by the hips onto his lap, one of your knees between his. Pulling back from you for a moment, he looked you up and down with his ruthless gaze. His eyes gleamed, glee in them.
“Pretty girl,” he cooed. You swallowed. Moments ago you’d been convinced he couldn’t care less about you but now. The flood gates had been opened and now, this cold, cruel man beneath you looked like he wanted nothing more than to ruin you.
He chuckled lowly in his throat. “I think you deserve a reward for your patience, Angel. Waiting all these years, such a good girl.”
The aesthetic of your blog is phenomenal and so consistent ✨✨ Feels like I stepped onto a cloud... (Of course, your writing?? Fills me with love.) 💙
ahhhh! thank you so much! I actually tried quite hard to make it eye-pleasing so thanks for saying that, you totally made my day so I hope you have a great one <3
Hey so um can you do Dabi and Shigaraki with a female s/o who has a speech impediment? Because I have an impediment, basically I stammer and it takes ages for me to pick the right words and sometimes I open my mouth and no sound comes out. Thank you
Hello! Thank you so much for requesting! Although it did take a while here it is, I hope you enjoy it and please let me know if I got anything wrong. I hope you’re well and that you have a good day/night :) You’ll find it posted here <3
“fem s/o with speech impediment" | shigaraki & dabi
♔ - headcanons of shigaraki and dabi with a female s/o who has a speech impediment.
pairings - shigaraki tomura x fem!reader, dabi x fem!reader
a/n: thank you for requesting @occasionalgarbage ! I hope you enjoy this and please lemme know if there’s anything awfully wrong with this :)
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dabi ▪︎ ✝️
Despite being a murderous villain Dabi is extremely accepting of people’s differences,
He doesn’t bat an eye when you stammer, and despite his impulsive nature he hasn’t an ounce of impatience when it comes to you. He’s decidedly respectful to you, which to the rest of the League is more unexpected than Twice training his sanity. To be honest Shigaraki is almost insulted by how pleasant Dabi is to you in comparison to how he treats his boss.
Dabi doesn’t care enough to know what the League thinks though. He’s more focused on you. This pretty girl who’s willingly hanging around with the likes of him. You’re cute and you can actually stand being close to him without being repulsed by his appearance (he nearly thinks you find him kinda hot which only fuels the smug bastard’s ego),
He also feels lowkey protective of you. It’s no secret that in the past you’ve been the punchline of mockery and jokes and the thought of it quite literally makes his blood boil. If he so much as heard a whisper from anyone ridiculing you they’d be a crisp instantly. While he’s known to find glee in the deaths of his victims, Dabi will take a much higher sense of satisfaction from murdering anyone who dares to mock you.
Given he hasn’t felt that strong about anybody before he knows almost instantly that he likes you. He also knows that he’s not one to shy away from things, and his typically straight-forward mindset doesn’t fail him here.
If he’s honest with himself he’s been flirting with you since you met. Any chance he gets it’s a sly comment purred into your ear or a hand pinching your waist lighting. And given that you haven’t yet told him to “back off” you aren’t opposed to his advances.
In fact if he remembers correctly you’d been engaging with the same energy, except you were much more subtle about it, snorting at his jokes and holding his eye contact as well as complimenting his villainous efforts. If he didn’t know better he’d have thought you were sucking up to him.
But now he knows that there’s mutual feelings and while he isn’t a big ‘feelings’ kinda guy this is something entirely different. But he does know better and he also knows better than to just sit around waiting for you to confess your overwhelming adoration of him.
Now, as already discussed, Dabi shows the human decency of respecting you but there’s one occasion where he takes advantage of your impediment. He’s kinda a terrible person and although relationships are built on trust and respect and he does respect you, he takes the smallest amount of glee in that you won’t be able to interrupt him like he’ll interrupt you.
You’re probably in the middle of a conversation with Toga or Twice, talking about whatever, and while Dabi would normally wait for you to finish instead of interrupting, that time he didn’t. With your mouth open as you struggle to find the right words, he slid onto the couch next to you, an arm swung around your shoulders.
“How ‘bout we stop playing this little game of ours?”
Now you really have no words. He could see it in your eyes that you had no idea what he’s talking about. He’s almost disheartened by that but his overconfident ass and overt ego won’t let that happen.
“Oh, c’mon doll. You and I. We’re a match made in hell.”
You blink a couple of times before you grin at him. You can be your ass he kisses you right then and there.
shigaraki tomura ▪︎ 🌌
When he first meets you he probably has no idea that a speech impediment is something a person can have, in my eyes he just doesn’t know much about, or considers what goes on in the other 7.8 billion people’s lives unless they directly affect him and his actions. Because of this I’m sorry to say but he’s not going to be extremely sympathetic or understanding.
Almost certainly tells you to “spit it out” the first time he has a conversation with you. He just doesn’t understand why you don’t just make your point. Given that he’s definitely the most ignorant out of the League, Compress or Spinner probably inform him afterwards that you have a speech impediment and that you’re not just scared of him.
The next time he engages with you it’s almost like he’s a different person. Although his patience isn’t exactly his greatest virtue, out of the few he possesses, he tries incredibly hard to be patient with you and (probably out of Kurogiri’s wishes) he begrudgingly offers you a “my… apologies… for the last time we interacted.” It’s almost a sneer but something about the fact that he said any semblance of an apology makes you think it’s not lacking in sincerity.
The man may be a villain and may not be overly fond of his fellow humans as a collective but he’s loyal to his allies, so long as they obey him. The League is his ‘family’, or the closest thing to it, and his pride is not too big to allow a measly little apology to damage it. Plus he was only apologising to you, it wasn’t like Dabi or Toga were the ones on the receiving end.
To tell you the truth, ever since your arrival in his field of vision he’s found something fascinating about you. It might be the fact that instead of being terrified you’ll face some grizzly death at the League’s hands, you’re more nervous that it’s members won’t like you. It might also be that for the first time in his life he actually likes looking at someone.
He almost certainly doesn’t really comprehend that there’s a term for what he’s feeling but you can be sure that he’s going to act on it. When it comes to planning a big mission or the like, Tomura is calculating beyond belief but when it comes down to his ‘personal’ life (if you could call it that) he’s as impulsive as they come.
He might not know exactly what he’s doing but you can bet your ass that he’s gonna flirt with you like crazy. Except instead of trying to make you like him he borders on trying to make you squirm. (He has no idea about how to make you like him back mostly because he hasn’t realised he likes you)
“Hiya there, princess.”
The pet names are the first thing you notice. The first time he addressed you as ‘sweetheart’ you blushed so hard it took half an hour for your face to cool down. Although it’s sorta(?) endearing, he can’t help but flush with pride when you struggle to respond (he’s a sadistic bastard who doesn’t quite understand his own feelings), almost as if he delights in being able to ‘take your breath away’.
The compliments that come after are almost more disconcerting.
“With eyes like those you could lure sailors to their deaths.” He’d just finished reading one of the books lying around about sirens and mermaids.
You’re sure to utter a soft, “Thanks,” anytime he ‘compliments’ you.
It’s all about control for him and although the idea that he likes you hasn’t been breached to either of you, he becomes highly possessive of you. Not in the sense that he’s taking control of your life or you but if anyone so much as looks at you funny it’s an insult to him. He’s childishly prideful and he now takes pride in you.
“Do you… do you… do you like… me?” you ask him.
He probably stares at you for a long time, mind churning away. You’d asked to talk to him in private and he’d be lying if he said a flash of excitement didn’t enter him. But he also couldn’t deny that your question didn’t stump him a little. He hadn’t thought about it like that till now.
“Yes…”
The smile that graces your lips after his answer is something he didn’t realise he’d been looking for but now that he’d had it once he wanted it again and again.
The change was instant. To say that he’d claimed you would be the most accurate response. You’re never further than an arm’s reach from him.
The longer your relationship stretches on for the more patient he’d become. He knows that you’re capable of getting your point across in a conversation regardless of how long it takes or if you stammer or anything else. He’ll happily wait for you to get your words out on your own whereas others might grow impatient and try to finish your sentence for you.
He might be patient with you but if anyone else disrespects or mocks you there is no second chance. His lack of remorse only makes it ten times easily to turn any offenders into dust.
He’s an awkward and slightly obsessive s/o if we’re honest but for the first time in his life he cares about someone and I’ll be damned if he isn’t going to treat you like an angel and anyone who doesn’t do the same better wish they’d never been born.
wow okay, so we just hit 900+ followers! and that is honestly a huge deal to me, this is amazing and I just wanted to say thank you because you have all been really supportive over the last year and since we’re all had stuff to go through I’m happy we can come together to simp for some anime bois.
But this also means that I will be nearly 1k soon which is epic! And since it’s a milestone (my first one as well) I thought I could write something bigger to celebrate. For a while I’ve wanted to write either a villain!au or a royalty/fantasy!au but I’m not sure which would be more fitting so my ask box is open for suggestions and request or just if you wanna chat. Regardless of if I get any suggestions or not imma make this one as epic as I can :)
Hear me out. Sero and/or denki’s s/o thats an artist draws some (((; of them two together
yooo, thanks for this ask I really enjoyed writing it. I was feeling the sero vibes so that’s what we got. I hope you enjoy reading it and it’s sorta what you were looking for but thank you for requesting. I hope you’re having a great day and that you’re well. you’ll find it posted here <3
♔ - Running an NSFW art patreon, the reader has lost their motivation. Maybe Sero can help them find their inspiration, or be it. {wc: 1870}
pairings - sero hanta x reader
tags - SUGGESTIVE ONESHOT, mentions of sex, nothing explicit but be warned, fluffy bf sero, like I want boyfriend sero, pls, gimme
a/n - thank you for requesting this, I had a really fun time writing it, and even though it took a while to put out I hope you enjoy it :)
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WARNING: SLIGHT NSFW, nothing explicit or graphic but proceed responsibly if you are under the age of 16.
For weeks now, your inspiration had abandoned you and your motivation extended to nothing more than staring at a blank screen. The hundreds of suggestions from your avid followers had begun to pile up and the hope you had of actually drawing something had been lost. None of the characters that usually stirred you to create were giving you any enthusiasm and you feared that you’d lost your spark for good.
“Hey,” Hanta greeted you as he entered the room, munching on his lunch, “Whatcha up to?”
Flicking around to face him, you instinctively flipped your tablet to your chest as if to hide the screen. “Just some drawing,” you replied as if you’d actually made any progress
“You’ve been doing a lot of that lately, huh,” he said leaning again the doorframe, digging his fork back into his dish, “Working on something big?”
“Uh, not really, just drawing,” you lied, smiling up at him. He smiled back. You sighed, you were getting nowhere with your drawing. Sitting there, lying about your progress to your boyfriend was just dumb. “Except I haven't been able to draw for weeks. I’ve lost my mojo for good.”
He watched your shoulders slump at the admission and couldn’t help but feel sympathetic to your cause. He knew just how much you admired creativity and to have lost your own would be weighing on you more than a bit. “I’m sure it won’t be forever, babe,” he said coming to sit in the chair beside you. Turning in his chair so his body was facing you, he placed a warm, reassuring hand on your knee. “Maybe instead of just sitting staring at your screen, we should go get you some inspiration. Yeah?”
You stared down at the device in your hands, the blank screen. Hanta went back to chewing. He watched your expression avidly. You were always so cute which only made seeing you so down worse. So used to your usually happy attitude around him, he wanted to fix whatever was bugging you.
Taking a deep breath in, “Yeah,” you said. He grinned.
“Nice. Why don’t we just go for a walk? And since I’ve got patrol tonight we can grab dinner after. Sound good?”
“Yup.” Even if you didn’t manage to find any inspiration you were grateful to be spending time with him. Since his schedule wasn’t exactly a typical 9 to 5 he was often working resulting in you being able to spend less time with him.
“I’ll finish my lunch then we can be off,” he said, “There’s a new park across the city that I saw last night. It’s beautiful, plus lots of flowers and stuff that might spark something.”
You smiled up at him. “Sounds good.” He was so considerate. You’d really lucked in with this one. And although you really needed to post on your patreon, maybe drawing something basic for yourself first would help get you back in that mindset. Leaving your tablet behind you went to get a drink before you left the house.
Hanta had been right. This park was beautiful. The grass was greener than you’d ever seen in person. The trees that edged the park created an atmosphere that separated the park from the outside world. It was its own little world. And the flowers. Hundreds of them. All different colours and types. The variety was astounding. You blinked a couple of times, making sure what you were seeing was real. It was captivating.
“Cool, huh?” he said with a cheeky smirk. Watching your expressions made him chuckle. He was secretly relieved that your mood had taken such a dramatic change.
“Real cool,” you said softly, nodding. You turned back to him and smiled. Throwing your arms around his neck you pulled him into a suffocating hug, kissed his cheek. He returned the hug with a laugh, wrapping his own arms around your waist in turn. Holding you in place after you loosened your grip he looked at you, thoroughly enjoying the spark of joy in your irises. “Thanks, babes,” you said.
“Anytime, doll,” he said before placing a kiss on your nose, “How about we go walk around and you can get some photos, eh?”
“Of course.”
Not a second after you’d taken his hand and begun to walk down the path when you heard someone call out from behind you. Both you and Hanta turned to look.
“Cellophane! Wait! Please!” A young woman ran towards the both of you, only slowing to halt right in front of you. She looked utterly exhausted, panting heavily.
“You’re… you’re my favourite Pro,” she managed to get out, standing up straight and looking up at Hanta with a look of admiration you’d never seen before. “Would you mind taking a photo with me?” she pleaded.
“Oh, sure,” he said with a smile, letting go of your hand to stand beside her as she pulled out her phone, “It’s nice to meet you.” She blinked at him in awe, her cheeks reddening.
“You too,” she squeaked out. Holding up the phone as he leaned in to get in the frame, she snapped a couple of photos.
You were oddly surprised by how you felt watching the interaction. It wasn’t jealousy or any sort of possessiveness. You knew that it was just an interaction between a fan and a hero so it wasn’t like she was gonna make any moves, or rather that he simply wasn’t interested. Instead, it was almost like a realisation. You were that lucky person, that lucky fan, who got to hold him, who got to be held by him. Your life was someone else’s fantasy, it was your own fantasy. There it was.
You knew exactly what you were going to draw to get your rhythm back.
“You good there?” Hanta asked returning to you as his fan walked away, every now and again turning back as if making sure he was real. “You look a bit zoned out.”
“Always,” you replied with full sincerity, squeezing his hand. His lips curled up at your response.
“Huh? Oh, I’m fine, just thinking,” you said, taking his hand again.
“About me?” he joked.
As Hanta retrieved his hero costume, preparing himself for the night of hero work ahead, you returned to your drawing room, knowing exactly what the finished work was going to be. You were one hundred per cent assured that this would cure your art block and although you had no intention of posting it, you were both anxious and excited for the one person you’d show it to, to see it.
Peeping his head around the doorframe, he grinned at seeing you already back to work. He did feel responsible for your returning motivation and was delighted with his achievement.
“I’m off now, babe,” he said. You got up, placing a kiss to his cheek for good luck before pulling his face towards your own. Pressing your lips to his, you relaxed momentarily into his arms. He was so warm, all-encompassing. You felt so safe with him, so secure, so free of judgement. He was everything you’d ever wished for and so much more.
“Be careful,” you said, running a finger down his cheek.
“Whatever you say,” he gushed, leaning to kiss your forehead.
“See ya later, handsome.”
Walking him to the door, no sooner than he was gone you were back at your desk, sketching out the picture already finished in your head. You were almost surprised you’d never thought to draw something of this flavour before. God, just thinking about it made you flush. He was a well-known, well-desired Pro-hero; surely you weren’t the first person to concoct such a lewd creation of him. And well, it wasn’t like you were a stranger to him. You knew him up close and personal and you knew exactly what made him tick. You’d never post such a thing but you couldn’t think to draw anything else now that the idea was in your head. Not to mention you couldn’t help but imagine his reaction when he saw the finished product.
Stretching your muscles, you turned in your bed, waking slowly. Hanta wasn’t beside you despite having said he’d return at around four am but it didn’t worry you. He usually fell asleep on the couch, even after telling him countless that you didn’t mind him waking you when he came home. You made your way down the hall, careful to miss stepping on the floorboard that always groaned under your weight. If Hanta was indeed asleep on the couch you didn’t want to wake him. You knew how much hero work took out of him, especially if he’d had a busy night.
Creeping into your drawing room to continue working on your piece your heart plummeted to your stomach when you saw the empty space on your desk where you’d had your tablet last night. Come to think of it you didn’t remember going to bed which could only mean that Hanta had moved you to your bedroom after you’d fallen asleep midway through drawing. Oh god, that meant he had your tablet.
“Fuuuck,” you heard him drawl from behind you. Frowning you spun around.
“What?” you said before you saw your tablet in his hands and you felt heat rush to your cheeks.
“That’s my line right, babe?” he teased, tongue between his teeth, “At least that’s what I’m saying in this drawing, aren’t I?”
“I…” you couldn’t find any words.
“No, no. Your line’s ‘Oh please, god’ and then I think you’re meant to moan.”
You opened your mouth to reply but you didn’t know what to say.
“It’s a really good drawing, just not what I expected.” He returned his gaze to the image in front of him. Although he was hiding it really well you noticed the pink tips of his ears.
“You… inspired me,” you said sheepishly.
“Clearly,” he said grinning again, “Just not in the way I thought I did.” You scowled at him.
“I just needed something to get my motivation back.”
He looked up. “Huh? Oh, I’m not complaining. I just didn’t know you drew this kinda stuff, makes sense why you hide your drawings from me. I mean bondage? Heh. Kinky.”
“Stoppp,” you begged, one hand on your face in embarrassment. You inhaled, trying to steady yourself. “It’s just a drawing,” you said defensively.
“Pretty sexy drawing though,” he mumbled. You looked up at him. His flushed cheeks said more than his words as he rubbed the back of his neck.
“If I knew what you wanted I would’ve given you a different kinda inspiration.” He was definitely as nervous about the whole thing as you were. He placed the tablet on the pile of boxes by the door. “I mean I’m happy to help you out.”
“Really?” you replied softly, “That’s sweet of you.” You sent him a sly grin and he swallowed quickly. He reached out, grabbing you by the hips.
“‘Just a drawing’,” he said mocking what you’d said earlier, “You gonna show me your others.”
“Maybe later,” you said in his ear as he lifted you onto your desk,
“Right now I’m feeling the inspiration for something different.”
♔ - A short piece, Shouta and his partner make love and there is something so 'divine' about the act.
pairings - aizawa shouta x reader
tags - NSFW DRABBLE, mild smut, sex
a/n - just a lil sum I was inspired to write, god I want Aizawa to love me sm (also posted on my ao3 cos I wanted to try out the platform)
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WARNING: SLIGHT NSFW, nothing explicit or graphic but proceed responsibly if you are under the age of 16.
There was something divine about how you felt in that moment. Lying on your back in the sultry darkness, sweat a sheen on your skin, Shouta’s forehead pressed to your shoulder, his hot skin stuck to yours as he lazily rutted his hips into yours. One hand tangled in the hair at the base of his neck that was pulled up into a loose bun, your fingernails softly scratching into his scalp. The other held onto his left forearm, the sturdy muscles under your touch reassuring you of the security you found in his care.
Shouta panted against your shoulder, his warm breath tickling the sensitive skin. His entire being was a gift from heaven blessed to you. Every flushed inch of him was of a design so perfect that his existence had often made you question the truth behind hopeless romantic’s faith in soulmates. Each toned muscle, each scar, the way his hands could hold yours. It was moments like these that made you aware of how whole Shouta made you feel.
“Oh, baby,” he groaned, the gruffness of his tone sending an ache through you, ”Jesus fuuuck.” He pressed his lips to the open skin below your ear, the reverberations from the chorus of sounds he uttered fluttering across your skin. Praise left his lips without a second thought. Mindless mutterings. Sentences of worship, detailing how fucking perfect you felt, how beautiful you looked, how godly you were.
Lifting his head from your neck with your hands holding his cheeks, you brought him to your lips. “I love you,” you breathed with every gasp of air you swallowed in between kisses. Again and again. You could taste his greed, how he wanted to devour you, to consume every inch of your being. And you’d let him. Let him taste you for all eternity. “I love you.” There was no rush in him though. No fear that if he didn’t have you now he’d lose you. No, he was well aware that he had all the time in the world to ruin you with his greed. He was determined to savour you, savour this feeling. His laziness was clear but with every sloppy, imprecise kiss you felt yourself cave in his hold. “I love you,” you whined as he stretched you out, loving you just a tad harder.
"Christ," he cursed hoarsely, "you're…" His words died in his throat as he lifted himself off you just slightly, looking down at you with hooded eyes. Looking up at him, you studied every speck of his wonderfully imperfect face.
"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he finished, slowing his movements slightly, "and you're all… mine." The adoration in his gaze was overwhelming. He looked down at you with an unimaginable amount of love. You'd never felt so wonderful, never had someone look at you with so much love and desire. For him to look at you like that, love you as he did with his lips, his hands, his body, his eyes, you had to be something of a greater creation. Why else would he adore you so?
He went back to murmuring praise into your lips, moving one of his hands to grip your thigh to ensure you stayed right where he needed you. A low moan left his lips as his pace quickened slightly. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kissed his jaw softly. You lost yourself in the feeling of him pressed into the depths of you, the steady, consistent motion of him reaching new lengths inside you making you gasp.
“Sho…” you groaned.
“Hmm,” he hummed, breath uneven.
“You feel fucking amazing,” you breathed in his ear, tipping your head back as he touched a particular spot within you. He chucked lowly, quick to kiss your cheek in response. God, as fond of rearranging your guts as he was, there was something effortlessly fantastic about lethargically fucking himself into your insides. You were heaven on earth and to enjoy you so luxuriously was more than a blessing. There was nothing but you lying so beautifully beneath him and rolling his hips into yours so leisurely, he couldn’t help but wish this would last forever.
In that case!: How would Mic help calm down and soothe his s/o if they're angry? Not necessarily at him, but you can write it that way if you want. c:
firstly, thank you so much for requesting this! I really enjoyed writing this. I want to apologise for how long it took, there are many reasons why but it’s here now and isn’t complete trash I don’t think. Thank you again and I hope you’re doing well. You’ll find it posted here <3
♔ - headcanons of how Hizashi would help calm and soothe his s/o when they’re angry
pairings - present mic x reader
tags - HEADCANONS
a/n - here ya go my wonderful Present Mic Anon, again sorry for the extreme delay but thank you for requesting <3 I tried my best and I hope it’s good enough for you
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Don’t let his lighthearted, upbeat, carefree demeanour fool you. Hizashi is insanely in tune with his, and his loved ones’, emotions and has tried his best to learn to deal with them in a healthy way. Which means that he’s going to validate or dismiss your anger, depending on where it’s steamed from. It’s also this that dictates how he’ll go about helping you calm down.
If you’re mad at him he’s going to find out what he did if he wasn’t already aware, by either simply asking you, or using his detective skills to work it out. He hates it when you’re mad at him so unless it’s something huge (or you’re mad at each other) he’s going to apologise unbelievably quickly and do his best to make up for whatever it is he did to make you so grumpy.
However if you’re mad at him for the stupidest reason that is almost certainly not him doing anything but you having a bad day and snipping at literally anything he does, he’ll sit you down, help you take a breath, talk it out with you, and help you realise he was being the perfect s/o as usual and that you’re actually mad at something else.
If your anger was the result of another person, Hizashi is going to listen to you complain and help you work on a solution to your problem. Whether that may be he helps you work up the courage to communicate your annoyance to them, or he helps you understand that they’re out of your control and that although they may be a pain in the ass, you can only do so much about it (there have been many occasions where you hate his stupid ‘be the better person’ crap and have ignored him, to which he responses by offering to help take your mind of it).
If another person has hurt, humiliated, belittled you or someone you care about he’s going to seek them out and make sure they understand the gravity and consequences of their actions, he’s also quick to inform any authority figures of this person’s behaviour if necessary. No one hurts his baby and just gets off easy.
If you’re having a bad day, or a simple mistake happened and this was the cause of your anger, he’s there to hold you in his arms and tell you how grateful he is to have you in his life and how happy you make him and how sorry he is that whatever happened happened. Hizashi is a top tier comforter.
He’ll happily organise for the two of you to go to your favourite restaurant or food place if you’ve been having a particularly hard time and you need to take the time to let go of some of your tension and anger.
He’s happy to do the things you like when you’re like this and will listen to you for hours if needed because he knows that you’d do the same for him. He understands where your anger is stemming from and although preventing any further irritation is his primary goal, he is for sure going to be helping ease your mind with humour and tales of the insane escapades the UA students get up too.
No matter what, no matter what is going on, Hizashi is going to be there for you and he will do his best to calm and soothe you.
aizawa has never been a religious man, not after all he’s seen, but the closest he’s ever come to holy is when his lips are on yours. it’s been a long time since he’s been kissed— but behind the trepidation that makes his hands tighten nervously around the curves of your hips there is hunger, unleashing like the slow and dangerous coil of a snake about to strike, flooding him with a vast and vivid warmth that radiated from every kiss you had placed upon his uncertain lips.
he holds you tight, like he’s afraid you might pull away before he can give you the kiss he’s been aching to for so long. he pulls you flush against him so that you can feel every firm plain of his body, every nervous intake of breath, every soft trembling shake that pulls through him, and you flush, feeling the warmth of his skin even through the lounge clothes he had changed into to fight the chill of the UA dorms.
you smile at him, watching as a pink blush settles over his cheeks at the sight, and when you reach forward to brush a strand of long, dark hair from his eyes, the gesture nearly overcomes aizawa with its tenderness, the adoration in his eyes only deepening.
your kisses are soft, slow, soothing— peppering over his cheeks and chin in light pecks that make the flush on his cheeks deepen. his kiss deepens as your palm slide down his firm chest, feeling the way his heart beats just as fast as yours, and when his lips pull back into a soft, full smile it seems almost contagious, until the happiness upon his face is mirrored on yours, and as aizawa pulls away just to look at you, just to smile at you, he sees the way your eyes shine back at him and he thinks he falls more in love.
warnings: referencing canonical character death (character canonically dies before this piece takes place)
words: 836
summary: seven years later, eiji okumura still can not get over the death of his best friend and second half… eiji rediscovers the photos taken from their summer in cape cod and the emotions that accompany them.
a/n; sorry for how short this is, i thought it would have more impact if it was short heh ♡ hope you enjoy!
Hi! Are your requests open? If so, may I please request a fluff headcanon for Mr. Aizawa with a s/o who works as a teacher in a Pre-K for the youngest wannabe heros? Feel free to skip this if you don't want to! :)
Hello! I’ve just posted your headcanons, not quite sure if that’s what you meant here we are! Thanks for requesting hope you have a great day. <3 posted here!
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