Diary Pages

20, she/her, just kinda here , I love mha and death note

[misamtndew]

Uh busy dizzy that you?

Maybe….are you stalking me?

[misamtndew]

How about Tomura getting so turned on by you that there’s so much precum it leaks through his pants

[misamtndew]

Izuku who says he’ll give you space after an argument, but he immediately calls you anyways because he can’t stand being away at all

[misamtndew]

I’m working on requests, I’ve just been more busy with everything for the holidays, plus, I want to be sure they’re good

[misamtndew]

How about Izuku feeling danger sense whenever he’s around you….

Izuku, who isn’t exactly close to you, but he thinks you’re pretty. He feels calmer around you than some of the other girls, maybe even a bit more confident. He likes to talk to you, to compliment you and see you blush.

So when he gets danger sense one night when you’re just hanging out with the others in the common room, having peaceful, relaxed fun, he’s thrown off.

Izuku, who then starts sticking around you, and therefore realizes he always feels it around you.

Izuku, who is initially worried it might be because you’re dangerous. And so he begins to observe you more.

He watches. He watches the things you do, he writes down your reactions and responses to certain things and specific topics. He notes down the precise way you speak, and how it changes depending on the situation or your mood. He even begins to keep track of your schedule.

Izuku, who once he finds that you aren’t up to anything nefarious, starts to think, maybe he feels danger sense around you because something might happen to you…

He doesn’t want a friend to get hurt, especially not if he can prevent it. So of course, as if it’s the most natural reaction, he begins to stick to you like glue. Izuku stays with you as much as he physically can, following you around wherever you go, doing what he can to try and make things safer for you.

Izuku grows closer to you in that time, learning all about you. He likes you a lot now. He loves doing even the most mundane things with you. Even just running errands.

“You don’t have to come grocery shopping with me.” You say one day while you’re both in the store. He chuckles and says he rather enjoys it, before taking a few steps away to look at a different produce.

Then a man comes up to you. He starts flirting. Initially, Izuku is bitter, irritated. He clenches his jaw and furrows his brows as he looks at you and then man together, accidentally squeezing a tomato too hard and crushing it in his hand. He scoffs lowly and takes a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe himself off.

He’s grown a crush on you, a big, fat, adoring crush. He doesn’t want other men flirting with you. But then, he glares at the man again, feeling his heart clench, and the ever lingering feeling of danger sense grows and flares horribly in his chest.

“Sorry. She’s with me. Beautiful, isn’t she?” With a polite smile and nice tone, Izuku puts his hand around your shoulder.

The man agrees, then leaves, but not rudely. “Hey…why’d you say that? We aren’t together. I don’t mind guys flirting with me.”

Izuku apologizes to you softly. “Sorry, I just–“ he sighs, then lowers his voice. “My danger sense picked up.”

You place a hand over your mouth and gasp softly. “You think he could’ve been a criminal? Oh, hopefully not a villain…”

He shakes his head and continues to help you pick your produce, more careful with the delicate plants now. “I don’t think so. He’s probably just a guy with bad intentions. Still, you should stick close when we’re out like this.” He can’t help the warmth that comes to his face. He’s telling you to just stay with him.

And when you nod with a hum and bump your shoulder with his, he only wants you to stay even more.

Izuku, who really does just want you to stay with him, who does his best to protect you and keep you away from potential danger without coming across as weird.

Izuku, who used to feel relaxed with you, only feels worried now whenever you’re both out together.

Izuku, who can’t hide the persistent anxiety his danger sense is causing him, even as you both hang out alone in your own dorm.

He blushes when you laugh softly and tell him that you’ll both move in together so he can keep you safe without a worry, if it bothers him that much.

Izuku, who takes your offer seriously, and works hard to make money during his work. He’s not a pro yet, but his work is more than an internship, and it’s nearing graduation when he starts looking at a house to buy.

Izuku, who almost wants to cry when you find out and tease him about it. Did he ruin this friendship? What has gotten into him? Even if you were serious about living together, an apartment would be suitable. Why does he feel the need for a house?

“I don’t mind. I really would like to live with you, if you’re serious about it.” You reassure him when he puts a hand on his face to squeeze the bridge of his nose, showing his stress.

From then, he pays even more attention to things you like, especially when houses are brought up in conversation. He searches and searches for a home perfectly suitable to your taste, and puts a down payment by the time you both graduate.

The only downside is that it’s a bit closer to the country than to the city. But he’s sure you won’t mind…you’d like having a clear view of the mountains and lots of space to not have to worry about neighbors bothering you.

“I can’t believe you bought a house for us to live in. It’s not bad,” you chuckle awkwardly. “It just kind of feels like we’re a newly married couple. And we aren’t even together.”

He glances over as he drives, and notices the pinkness on your cheeks. He grins and laughs lightheartedly. “You don’t like the thought of being my wife one day?”

You shake your head. “Just never thought I’d live with someone I like so much.” You smile softly down at your lap, and he carefully reaches over to hold your hand.

Living together is easy, especially once you’re all settled in and have a routine. It really is as though you’re married, and he only feels a greater need to keep you safe and provide for you.

But…he still feels danger sense…

Izuku, who tries not to be overbearing, but can’t help but get angry when you’re out later than you’re supposed to be.

Izuku who wrongfully imagines you as a housewife, waiting for him to come home with a hot meal and soft hands.

Izuku, who begins to rearrange your shifts and patrols himself, once he gets hands on your computer and other paperwork.

Izuku, who shamefully makes a deal with a villain one day.

He doesn’t regret sending you into that conflict that a new villain group had caused, when rubble is already threatening to fall, when there’s chaos everywhere and no one can focus enough to find each other.

He doesn’t regret having a villain bring you away to a secluded area, while another makes a copy of your body under the giant, broken pieces of concrete and metal.

He moves to meet the villain where they agreed, and sees you putting up a fight. “Don’t fight him anymore. I asked him to bring you here.” He says with a firm, but solemn tone. Though his explanation doesn’t actually explain anything to you.

“What?” You ask breathlessly, but he doesn’t answer. He just pulls you into a hug.

“I need to keep you safe…” he murmurs.

Izuku, who brings you home and locks you inside, before returning to the scene. Who can’t bring himself to look at the fake body, not out of deception of others, but out of shame and guilt for what he’s done.

Izuku who still doesn’t regret it. Even as you fight him every night when he comes home, every time he tries to show you affection.

Izuku who does everything he can to get you to love him back and be honest about how you feel.

Izuku, who…can still feel danger clawing at him, and so he lashes out at you for it, thinking you’ve somehow found a way to escape, or to communicate to someone what’s happened.

He always apologizes afterward for him anger, and makes it up to you with your favorite meal and a gift. He feels filthy for what he’s done to keep you with him. Sometimes he wonders how he expects you to love him when he’s so disgustingly possessive.

But danger sense doesn’t leave. He always feels it with you. And it only drives him to protect you further, to cage you so you aren’t harmed.

Izuku, who doesn’t realize why his danger sense would always flare up when he’s with you.

Ummm I’ll write more of this kinda of stuff if anyone wants me to, just send an ask for anything

[misamtndew]

did you know that I love you so much??

Aaaa thank youuu I love you too!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[misamtndew]

Aizawa somno, again

He comes home tired. It’s late, his bones ache, and he misses you. His movements are still stiff. Normally he’d relax the moment he stepped through the door. This is his sanctuary.

But tonight he’s just too wound up. Petty criminal after petty criminal kept him occupied. Thankfully there were no villains, but the entire night has just been so tedious.

He goes straight to the kitchen to eat the dinner you’ve made tonight. A sticky note reads “love you so so much!! Eat up!” He puts the plate in the microwave, leaning against the counter with a groan as he waits. He looks around. You’ve really made the house spotless today. A few things are reorganized too.

Once the food is reheated , he sits down. Flavors and warmth wash over his tastebuds as though it’s all new to him. It’s quiet while he eats. It almost makes him think he’s chewing too loud.

The air is crisp, easy to breathe, and the scents make it better. He can’t remember loving just sitting there and breathing so much before he started coming home to you.

When he’s finished, he’s courteous and washes his dishes.

He passes by the bedroom to peek inside. You’re curled up under the blankets, probably chilly without him. The window is open, and a cool breeze is coming through. But…maybe he should leave it for now. After all, you’re sleeping peacefully. If the window is open, it won’t do any harm.

He leans down and gives you a light kiss on your temple. “I’ll join you in bed soon,” he whispers. “I’ve got to clean up. I don’t want to mess up the fresh sheets you spent your time on.”

His clothes are tossed in the laundry basket and the water is hot as it falls over his head and shoulders. He scrubs all the sweat and dirt off. It’s been a little while since he last shaved, but he doesn’t have the energy to tonight. Besides, you’re always saying how you like his hair everywhere on his body.

He dries off, puts some clean pajama pants on, and gets into bed without doing any more work.

“I’m here, baby.” He murmurs almost inaudibly. The slight dampness left on his skin is chilled by the cool night air. You shiver a little. He hugs you tight and shifts so he’s lying on top of you. He’s your own personal weighted blanket.

“I love you. I’ll get home earlier tomorrow, I promise.” He says as his lips press against your temple. The cooler temperature of the air mixes well with the warmth of your bodies. As he takes deep inhales of crisp air, he breathes them out against your neck.

Something in this ambiance makes it so he can feel you more. His sense of touch almost feels amplified. He can’t help himself when his hands slowly map your body. Or when his lips press against your skin in such a way that he’s making sure to try and feel every individual atom.

He inhales deeply. Crisp air and fresh scents fill his lungs. The smell of your shampoo on your hair, and the unscented lotion you use on your skin. He can even smell the pleasant scent of that soft moss outside that you like.

He should close that window. The weather’s colder and he needs to keep you warmer. So he gets up with a silent groan and shuts the window. Then he goes back to being your blanket, while throwing the actual comforter over the both of you.

He takes deep breaths, just…feeling the fresh warmth. Each breath in, he’s swimming in your scent. Each breath out, a weight is off his chest. He’s steady. He can focus on actually feeling everything, instead of just noticing.

Feeling things….like the smoothness of your skin and the tickle of your hair against his cheek. It includes the way your soft chest is pressed against his and how your legs rest over his hips, spread so he can slot between them to lie comfortably. The most comfortable he’s ever been.

He’s at the point of tiredness where a few tears fill his eyes but don’t spill. Where he’s too tired to even open his mouth to yawn, so he lets it pop his ears instead. At the point where instead of being in his head, the blood in his body pools downwards, makes him feel heavier everywhere else while his head gets light.

And he notice all of these things too. He’s a bit ashamed of how easily a groan escapes him. He doesn’t have any energy to hold it back. He’s lying directly on top of you with all his weight, so it’s only natural that that warm spot between your legs would press perfectly against his groin.

He huffs as he finds just enough strength to push his pants down and move your panties to the side. He really can’t do it, as once his arm is back in place comfortably, he rests his weight down again.

So your bodies stay like that, privates just pressed together, the parts bathing in each other’s clean musk and warmth. Another light noise escapes him as he exhales the deep breath he took. A bit of drool escapes his lips as well, and he lazily licks it when it lands on your neck.

You’re both like that for a long time before he even moves. When he does, it’s simply because he jolted awake for no reason. One of those things. He hates them. But if you ever catch it happening, you coo at him and pet his hair.

He huffs and moves his hips to get comfortable again. He shudders at the slick squelch that’s made. It’s easiest to move his hips, so he moves them to slip inside, as opposed to just having his length crushed beneath his own body.

“Ugh…” he lets his mouth hang open as he groans. You’re so, so wet…and so tight…

It’s always a struggle to get his dick inside you, but here you are, sound asleep, your body letting him do it in one lazy, thoughtless push.

“There we go…” he mumbles, barely enunciating the consonants in the words. Rather than thrusting— he’s much too lazy for that right now— he keeps pushing into you, despite being balls deep already, creating a sort of repeated grind into you.

It’s rare he can actually get this deep without you whimpering that it’s too much, softly asking his to just keep his thrusts shallow. You’re so fragile. He loves it, he loves being able to have someone he can just be soft and gentle with.

“That’s it. You’re doing so good.” His voice is smooth as ever, just like when he coos at you that everything’s alright, that you can take him.

When he actually does give a thrust, you yelp brokenly. He looks at your face and sees that you’re still asleep. He chuckles.

“Oh, you’re so cute. See? You’ve got this. You’re taking it so well.” His breathing is a little more shakey as he angles his hips.

It doesn’t take long at all for him to fill you up. His orgasm washes over him in shudders, while his hot cum spills deep into you. He’s never been a selfish man, so as tired as he is, he lifts himself a little so he can slips his hand between your bodies and rub at your clit.

“Good girl…you feel good? You deserve it. All the pleasure in the world, just for you.” He presses a kiss to your temple, and squeezes you tight as you finally clench around him, letting out mumbles and whimpers in your sleep.

“Yeah…there you go…good girl, such a good girl…”

[misamtndew]

hello I'm here to remind you that I love you and that you're so pretty and I miss you :3

I love you too sweetie 🥰

[misamtndew]

What do you think with tomura with a reader who has a healer quirk? This trope with him has been told many times but, I think its pretty cute, maybe reader is someone who knew him forever and they had a neutral pinning with eachother?? Idk

Personally, I love it!! I really think Tomura deserves someone who will be gentle.

Not sure why, but I really don’t like the way I wrote this. Maybe in the future I’ll write something similar and it’ll be better.

✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘

You met on the streets, when you were just teenagers. He didn’t like you at all at first, walking in on him in that alley, looking all proper and put together. What would someone like you be doing in an alleyway?

And then, you bent slightly to look at him closer. He was beat up, bruised, got into a fight he barely won by turning them to dust.

God, he hated it. It feels like every time he uses his quirk the grime sticks to him. Like it’s all over.

He leans away and begins to scratch, despite having a stranger right there. He’d been doing the same earlier, so the skin on his neck is red and raw.

“I can help.” He freezes. Your voice is soft. You’re probably being cautious so you don’t scare him off. What is he? A stray animal?

“Fuck off.” The words are dry and simple. Hes entirely uninterested.

“Are you sure? Your skin looks bad. Do you scratch like that a lot? It probably itches worse because you’ve broken the surface.”

God, would you just shut up?!

He’s about to dust you, when you reach your hand out, and there’s this almost water-like essence warbling around it. Then the itching stops.

He runs his nails over the skin there, and while he feels the raised skin of scars, they’re actively fading under his touch.

✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘

Now, as he scratches at his neck, he walks to your place, feet shuffling across the degraded concrete. It’s gonna scuff his shoes more than they already are, but that doesn’t really matter when he’s already fighting stop dragging his nails across his flesh.

You aren’t a hero or a scumbag villain like him. No, throughout the years you’ve known him, you’ve never gotten involved with his work or even met the other members of the league.

You’re just some civilian with a normal job. You’re a…friend, he supposes. Though your healing quirk really is interesting.

He arrives without knocking, not wanting to risk drawing attention from slumbering neighbors on this quiet night.

You’re awake, of course. Waiting for him. It’s clockwork that he visits you, so you’ve learned to expect him. The air conditioning is on to make the house fresh and the air smooth to breathe, blankets and pillows are set up on the couch, and you have a pitcher of water and two glasses on the coffee table.

“Hey.” His throat attempts to claw the greeting back inside. He sits down beside you, limbs moving as though they need to be oiled.

“Hi.” You speak softly with a smile. Your throat doesn’t seem to be dry or crackly at all. It’s always been that way. You’re the soft one, smooth everywhere including the way you speak. He’s grown fond.

He just watches silently as you bring your hands up to his face, that wavy, flowing aura around them.

There’s not a single need to touch your skin to his, but you do, always. You always cup your hands over his cheeks and rub your thumbs over them. The material, if that’s what it can be called, of your quirk, feels like water that isn’t there rippling over his flesh.

“There, all done.” You keep your hands where they are, even though you don’t need to heal him anymore. He nuzzles into your palm.

It’s enjoyable how gentle you are with him. All he’s known is hatred and abuse, until he met you. You are calmness, solace that he wants to keep a secret from his daily life. He doesn’t want you involved in his crimes at all.

“I feel better.” You smile brighter, and your mouth opens and your voice almost comes through, before he continues. “With you.”

His eyes meet yours. Your heart skips a beat and the temperature seems to rise. You stare back for a moment before answering. “Yeah? You do?”

He nods. “You…take care of me.” His hands, so used to destroying, come up to touch yours. He keeps his pinkies up, afraid of accidentally destroying you. “I like it. I like you.”

You hadn’t expected that. He’s always so quiet, like he doesn’t care to tell you things, besides when he’s being honest about his intentions with you. You’d known he saw you as a friend, and you know that he’s a villain, but he’s just…dormant, when he comes over.

It’s usually after a mission, or just some random fight. You let him use your shower. He would sometimes joke that rather than caring for his hygiene, you just didn’t want his germs and the grime from other things on the fabric of your sofa.

You’d laugh along, and he’d find the sound is a rocking ship on a calm sea, and your arms around him are the warmth of the sun.

“I like you too.” He leans forward, but hesitates. His lips aren’t dry and cracked anymore. But the scar is still there. You can’t get rid of that one. It’s been there too long, it’s too deep.

But then you lean forward and don’t hesitate, and your lips meet briefly. Just a peck. You brought your arms around him and pulled him close, and he found shelter burying his face in your neck.

“Let’s put some of that lotion on later. I just want to relax for now.”

“Alright.”

[misamtndew]

Ask me to write something and I’ll probably do it, I’m okay with yumes, most ships and most dynamics, I write fluff and smut, whatever you’d like really

[misamtndew]

Hello you silly I love you so much

Hiiii my sweet boy

[misamtndew]

Aizawa x yume somnophilia

Imagine Aizawa finally getting a full nights rest, snuggled up to you. He wakes up early still. But he gazes down at you as you slumber, and feels how warm you are, and he just feels tingly.

You've given him your permission before, though it was more of a passing thought. He supposes he can wake you with some kisses to ask. He starts with a soft one on your cheek, then pecks your lips, until he's planting a mix of firm and light kisses on your neck. You stir, and give a faint groan. He chuckles.

"Good morning." His voice is a deep rumble, firm and soft. He gives you another kiss, before giving a small grind into you. "Can I?" He whispers the question into your ear.

You give a nod, before dozing off again a few moments later. He continues as he was, kissing, and now sucking lightly. The marks that will bloom will be faint, how he prefers them to be. He gives a sharper nip to your earlobe, before his tongue laps over it, a soothing balm to the slight sting.

After a little while of repeating those actions, he ever so carefully turns you over and pulls you to lie on his chest. Your weight is soothing on top of him. He slowly trails his hands up and down your body. Rubbing your shoulders, squeezing your waist, until he reaches your rear. His calloused hands are gentle as he brushes over the fabric of your panties.

They're pretty and frilly, the smooth fabric covering just enough to be enticing. He liked buying you pretty things.

He pulls it down and moves it off, though with you sleeping, he can't get it farther than your knees, and he certainly doesn't want to wake a sleeping beauty. His hands go back to the plump flesh, and he squeezes, groping softly and calmly.

As arousing as this all is, he's not eager in a perverted way. He wants to take his time, and let you rest too. Eventually, he brings his fingers down to feel, and sure enough, you're already wet. You're surely dreaming of something sweet.

He chuckles quietly at the thought. His hips grind and buck gently, until he finally pulls himself out of his sweatpants. The soft ones you'd gotten him as a gift.

His cock, hot and heavy, rest against you between your legs. The slick feels nice against him. And as he grinds his hips more, his cock slides against you easily.

"Oh...baby.." he groans quietly, with a bit of hoarseness in his throat. He swallows and leans his head down to kiss your hair. Even in your sleep, your face is red. He huffs in amusement. You're so adorable.

He loves how pliant you are right now. All sleepy and limp. He could do whatever he wants. He's touched by your trust in him, it makes his heart flutter.

He kisses the top of your head yet again, and at the same time, slowly pushes the tip of his cock inside your sweet hole. It's easy, without any resistance. Yeah, you must really be having sweet dreams.

"Hah~...you're made for me..." he noses at your cheek. He loves being close.

Despite how ready your body is, he's careful, moving inwards just a bit before keeping his hips still, then adding a bit more and repeating the process. After a few minutes, he's finally buried deep inside you. He relaxes back against the pillows and groans.

It's so nice like this, your hole squeezing his cock in a warm, wet hug, your weight on his chest and his arms around you. He feels how you breathe, deep and slow like everything else about this calm morning. The quietness of the room is soothing too.

Though, he hadn't noticed until now that a rain shower has started. It adds to the atmosphere.

The raindrops, mixed with soft breaths and barely-there whimpers from you, along with the occasional slick squelch, create a soporific, tranquil atmosphere. He cant help but let out a yawn. Everything is so nice.

These are the types of things he misses when there's chaos everywhere. But right now, he won't think about that. Especially not when you clench around him slightly. He reciprocates with a thrust.

"Feel good, baby?" He murmurs, not expecting any answer. His hands roam and wander, traveling across every curve and plain of your body as they appreciate the smooth feeling.

Another yawn, another inhale of your scent: soap and perfume and the slightest bit of sweat from the heat the recent humidity has been causing. He inhales a bit deeper, finding he likes how it mixes with the smell of the rain.

"I love you." Another mumble. But this time you stir, just barely giving a hum as you slumber still. He chuckles, wondering if you somehow registered what he said.

He lifts you, and slowly brings you back down on his cock. He holds your hips and grinds every time he bottoms out, taking it slow and steady, gradually creating a rhythm. You're starting to clench more, and you get breathy. He kisses all over your face until your eyes flutter open, still hazy with sleep.

"There's my pretty baby." He smiles sweetly and hugs you in his arms. "You're making me feel so good. It's so relaxing."

You only hum in response. Taking a deep breath and laying your head back on his chest. You slightly adjust your hips, and a whimper escapes you. You're not even awake enough to properly moan, and his heart flips at the adorableness.

His hands come to gently hold your face up so he can kiss your lips. He huffs a chuckle as he pulls back, thumbs rubbing back and forth over your cheekbones.

"So sleepy and sweet~ feel nice? You like waking up like this?" You nod with another hum. "Good. I like it too." He kisses you again, and then again, and again, until you smile, a bit dumbly, with a giggle.

Then he kisses vou again. "Mm, once we're up, let's get some breakfast. I'll make bacon and pancakes, and some eggs too. Yeah?" More agreement from you.

He moves his hips up slightly, careful now that you're awake and your body could have a different reaction. But you're even wetter than before, just as turned on as he's been.

The rhythm doesn't change, and when you both finish, easy and calm and hot, you both lie there together, basking in each other's warmth. He yawns and you copy him.

"You're tired again? You just woke up." He laughs softly as you snuggle into him like before. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "Hm, that's alright. Rest a bit more, and then we'll get cleaned up, and eat. I love you."

Yeah, mornings like these are perfectly reposeful.

(Took this from my twitter @misamisaloves)