Hello! Could you do maybe general headcannons with the female pro heroes and a female reader with a seraphim quirk? The reader isn’t over powered or anything, but has 6 wings, sometimes eyes on her wings/body etc? Thank you!
Omg i love this… i might’ve overdone this-
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Female Pro Heroes × Seraphim!Reader — General Headcanons
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🐰 Mirko (Rumi Usagiyama)
• Miruko loves that you look like you could shred someone in half and then ascend to heaven right after.
• She calls your wings “battle drapes” just to annoy you.
• Thinks your Quirk is sick as hell and begs you to let her punch things while you provide aerial recon.
• If the eyes appear on your wings mid-fight she’s like:
“Good. More witnesses for when I kick their asses.”
• Pretends she’s not protective of you but she definitely positions herself between your wings and anyone who gets too close.
• Keeps trying to convince you to let her climb onto your back so you can fly her into battle like a launchpad.
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🌆 Mt. Lady (Yu Takeyama)
• LOVES the aesthetic. You’re like her perfect dramatic partner for interviews.
• “We’re doing a celestial theme for the next magazine shoot. No objections.”
• Will absolutely bend down to poke at your wings and go “Yoooo these are REAL real.”
• If an eye opens on your shoulder while she’s talking, she screams once and then pretends she wasn’t scared.
• Uses your wings as shade whenever she sits on the ground full-size.
• You two are a PR power duo without even trying.
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💤 Midnight (Nemuri Kayama)
• “Oh sweetheart, you are divine in every possible meaning.”
• Calls you angel constantly—especially when teasing.
• Thinks the eyes are beautiful and exotic; absolutely not freaked out. Actually fascinated.
• Helps you design costumes that accommodate your many wings without ripping.
• Uses you in class demonstrations like:
“See? Reader here is gorgeous and terrifying. Be like her.”
• Brushes your feathers with intense focus and claims it’s “for professional reasons.”
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🐉 Ryukyu (Ryuko Tatsuma)
• Your Quirk intrigues her because both of you have transformation + large appendages to manage.
• She’s very calm about the eyes.
“If they see something we don’t, let me know.”
• You two create extremely coordinated aerial combat routines—dragon and seraphim swirling through the sky.
• Ryukyu is soft-spoken but you catch her staring at your wings with awe sometimes.
• Will absolutely shield you with her dragon body if someone targets your extra eyes.
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✨ Nejire Hado( had to add my girl!)
• The first time she sees your wings she literally flies loops around you screaming from excitement.
“THEY’RE SO PRETTY?? CAN THEY BLINK??? SHOW ME SHOW ME.”
• She pokes your feathers constantly.
• Randomly gives you accessories that she thinks fit the “celestial vibe”—sparkly clips, soft gold ribbons, wing-safe hair ties.
• She thinks your extra eyes are “cuuuute!” and she waves at them.
• Tries to teach you flight tricks she made up. You both fail together.
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🐍 Uwabami
• She wants you in every commercial with her because the camera loves you.
• Thinks your Quirk gives you an “ancient goddess look.”
• If an eye appears while she’s putting makeup on you, she just powders it.
• Gives you beauty tips for wing care and makes you high-end feather oils.
• She’s dramatic and says things like:
“My dear, if I could manifest eyes like that I would never look away from myself.”
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🐾 Pixie-Bob
• “OH SWEETIE YOU’RE LIKE A HOLY KITTY-CAT BIRD!”
• She touches your feathers without permission but she means well.
• Wants to make a training course specifically for someone with wings like yours.
• Uses earth manipulation to build giant perches for you.
• Keeps telling you to join Wild, Wild Pussycats because you’d “balance the group aesthetic perfectly.”
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🔴 Mandalay
• More composed than Pixie-Bob, but she’s still very interested.
• Helps you with strategies using her telepathy—alerting you if one of your eyes sees something suspicious.
• Very protective of you in a quiet, older-sister way.
• Scolds others (especially heroes-in-training) who stare too long or ask rude questions.
• Likes brushing your wings at night while chatting; finds them soothing.
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🍎 Burnin
• Thinks you look metal as hell.
• Wants you on every mission because you make her explosions look cinematic.
• Sometimes she tries to “ignite” your feathers for an aesthetic photoshoot—you have to stop her.
• Gives you nicknames like “Six-Winged Wonder” or “Angel Ammo.”
• Always tries to race you in the air.
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🥷 Lady Nagant (former hero)
• She’s intrigued by Quirks that alter biology.
• Quietly asks if the eyes see differently from your main ones.
• Likes working with you because you can spot targets from the sky while she snipes.
• The two of you are a terrifying combo: celestial scout + long-range hunter.
• Doesn’t say it outright, but she respects your strength deeply.
People say if you don’t like your job, then it’s not for you. That’s what your friends always told you when you would shyly mention your strict office job. The one that would have you coming in at odd hours and never allowing visitors of any kind. It was best that they saw you leave the house every day in a pencil skirt and tights. Because it wouldn’t raise any questions. After all, not many people can handle a lifestyle like this.
Your job is a simple one yet pays well. Really well. It has you rubbing elbows with the highest-ranked Pro-Heroes in all of Japan. And all you have to do is a few things: When a hero hosts a party, show up. When a hero flirts with you, you flirt back. And when the host tells you to bend over? Well, let’s just say you’ve gotten in the habit of stretching before every event. It saves time that way.
But to put it in layman’s terms, you’re a hired whore.
Behind the closed doors and thick walls that hide Japan’s best of the best and their parties, there’s you in an itsy, bitsy dress with your legs spread. A tradition that started long ago with some heroes who were pent up with keeping up the good boy, good girl act. So they got a bunch of other heroes together, hired a girl, and took turns sharing her throughout the night. Since then, there have been whispers. Civilians who seem to be getting a little too close to more than one Pro Hero are suspects in a job that only exists in rumors. News Reporters try their best to sneak in with the party staff only to be thrown out every time before they can catch a whiff of something interesting.
But all the attendees are sworn to secrecy. Multiple layers of trust have to be earned in order to get so close. In the end, it’s all to protect themselves. To protect each other. And most of all, to protect you.
You’re a delicacy after all. The latest and the greatest in the long line of Pro-Hero Whores. You’re the entertainment. And the entertainment shouldn’t ever worry about anything besides being entertaining. And even then, you don’t have to worry about a single thing.
Just wait for the lights to dim low and for the host to make their announcement. That’s when you feel hands grab at your body- tearing through your clothes like they’re nothing and holding your legs apart. And to top it all off- a blindfold for some sense of remaining anonymous. Or perhaps it was to keep you from being biased. Though that’s always going to be hard. Some people just fuck better, don’t they?
Right now, there’s a head between your legs. Their hair brushes against your open legs as they loudly suck and slurp at precious cunny. They eat you out like a madman, using nothing but their mouth as their tongue flicks itself against your clit before licking down the expanse of your opening. Then they stick their tongue out, pressing it between your lower lips and pressing it into your hole. Over and over again.
You hear people coo at you as you whine softly, trying to turn your head and shift your hips in vain. But something has you rooted in place- and it’s not just whoever is holding your legs up and apart right now. No, your real captor is whoever thick, hard cock is buried in your ass- stretched out your hole as you sit there and whither against their lap.
You know them. Or, at least you know of them. You don’t have to take off your blindfold to know who exactly was chosen for this particular position.
It’s an initiation party. They went all out for tonight’s venue. The penthouse suite is in a popular hotel- the tallest building in the city. Large balconies and pools and bars and a dance floor- it’s likely going to be one of the biggest parties this season. Not that it’s a surprise to you.
It’s a night of celebration, of course, but it’s also a night where a few new heroes who were believed to be “worthy” of such parties are introduced to you. And despite being one of the newer heroes, Hawk’s high rank and status as a bachelor make him the perfect fit to be tonight's host. And you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t one of your favorites.
Before the party even started, he came into your dressing room. Said nothing and just laid out a pretty little evening dress for you to wear. It just barely covered your butt, giving a tease of your panty-less bottoms for the rest of the party-goers to see. It also gave a more than generous view of your chest with its deep, sloping neckline. But the material was white and thin. You were in love with the little number he picked out for you, of course, but in your head, it wasn’t all that practical. That is until he pinned you up against the wall and gave you a little insight into what he was thinking.
“Easy to stain, easy to tear,” Hawks had murmured right by your ear. His hands found your hips, running his fingers against the dress as if to prove his point. You could feel the heat of his hands through his material. And when you looked up at his half-lidded eyes with your wide ones as he smoothly ushered you onto your knees and put a hand on his belt. “So don’t get attached.”
That was just a little over two hours ago. Guests piled in quickly when they heard that you were going to be in attendance. Not many people are so keen on being fashionably late when the risk is having the doors close on a night with you.
Now presently, the body behind you is none other than Kamui Woods. You fit in his lap perfectly- held snugly against his sculpted chest, and he whispers quiet words apologies into your ear. His dick is bigger than you thought it would be. For a guy with such a small build, he sure did have an easy time with making you squirm. It works a lot like every other dick you’ve taken- the only difference being that he never softens.
You can’t even imagine just how much he’s stretching you out now with every second that passes with you on his lap.
The body between your legs is a different story. It’s Mount Lady- you can just tell by the confidence of all her actions. She’s a rookie, sure, but she’s the complete opposite of Kamui Wood’s shy, unsureness. Even with her hands held behind her back (one of the “punishments” of the initiation process), she’s still able to work wonders on your sensitive body.
“How is she? You know she always tries to be me. Is she any good?” A feminine voice asks right beside your ear, hair tickling your skin. You gasp at the sudden intrusion, before quickly recognizing the voice as one of your favorite clients.
“M-Midnight…” Your stutter out just in time for her to run her tongue up the shell of your ear and bite at it. She chuckles at you, and you can’t help but turn your head in the direction of her voice. She was one of the people who always took control of what was going to happen to you. With her being practically the face of being sex-positive in the Hero force, she took on the unofficial role of making sure you received the same amount of pleasure you always gave out. Not to mention, those lips of hers were always magic- no matter where she puts them. “Umm...uh-”
“She likes me better, don’t you, princess?” Mount Lady answers for you, only briefly taking her lips off of you. Your hips shift at her absence, whining needily. The party-goers all around respond to your reaction with cheers, drinking in all the little faces you make. You feel Mount Lady place her lips on your thigh, pressing a few light kisses on your skin. It’s not the satisfaction that you were looking for. Thankfully, someone picks up on that almost instantly.
“Shut up and do your job, newbie.” The order is barked by Miruko- someone who never failed to try to get you messed up before the night even begins. You here Mount Lady let out a cry- a sound of struggle because her face is shoved back in your pussy. You yelp as Mount Lady’s lips immediately wrap around your clit, picking up as if she never left. Her head moves around in rough circles, and you just know the bunny hero has the woman by the hair, showing her how to do it right. Though Miruko’s roughness was enough to jostle you in Kamui Wood’s lap, shifting his dick inside of you in a way that has you moaning like the whore you are. “You don’t stop until she cums.”
“M-Miruko…” You whimper out, earning a triumph chuckle from the woman as people shuffle all around you, hoping for a better view. But the second you open your mouth to complain further, a thumb shoves its way in there, halting on your tongue.
You take the silent command to suck on the thumb, and you take it greedily. Your tongue swirls around it, sucking long and hard even as it presses further down your throat. The man whose thumb it belongs to groans, and you’re instantly breathless. You know that voice. You know it by heart.
“Careful, you’ll break her.” Fat Gum murmurs almost lovingly as he moves to place his thumb gently on your bottom lip. Your tongue darts out, delivering kitten licks to it, practically melting at his and the rest of the onlookers' praise of your obedience. “You know how sensitive she can be when she’s this pent up.”
It’s ironic that he’s the one to warn against treating you too harshly when your first time with him was while he was in his bigger form. He had you sobbing in seconds- the little pink nightgown you were dressed in rising up with the belly bulge the BMI hero never failed to give you. You remember your hands reaching out- looking to grab at something just to ground you. Reminds you that you weren’t going to break. Though you remember distinctly not receiving comforting hands of the heroes who were having their turn with you. In fact, your hands may or may not have been wrapped around Eraserhead and Present Mic’s cocks instead.
“Funny you say that-” This voice is much deeper than the others around you as their fingers trace across your neck. It’s the lightest touch imaginable, but the texture of his gloves causes you to shiver in delight. Ectoplasm. You’re able to place it from hearing a few interviews that you’ve tuned in on, as well as memories of all the dirty, dirty, dirty words he would whisper to you as while one of his clones was hitting it from behind and another had its arm wrapped around your neck. “As a man of your particular stature.”
“Ladies, gentlemen.” You hear the booming voice of All Might- a hero who rarely even showed up to these events. Many thought that he thought of himself as too good to take part in such vulgar activities. Your first time with him told you that he wasn’t too proud, but rather too shy to ever do something such as have you in front of strangers. That, and he’s a little too big for you- in both forms. He placed a hand on your stomach, as if reminiscing fondly about all the times he was inside there himself- stirring up your insides and fucking you so stupid that you couldn’t do anything but sit there, take it and drool. “I’m sure we can all agree that her well-being comes before pleasure.”
You hear a gruff grunt in agreement to your side- a sound you would normally overlook. That was, until a large hand- big and warm wrapped itself around your ankle. Your body relaxed instantly under the soothing heat of this man’s touch, but you instantly found yourself growing warm as a delicate kiss was placed on your ankle. Endeavor. He had only started partaking years after being away with his wife. He was a surprisingly soft man, but maybe that was because it was about you. You always seemed to change people. Well, your body always seems to change people.
People start to reach out more and brush at your skin, hoping their constant attention would give you some sort of pleasure with the goal of making your building orgasm come sooner. And they were right of course; you love being watched. But you loved the way Uwabami would blow in your ear too. Or how Snipe’s hands would always linger close to your pussy but never close enough to touch. Or Sir Nighteye’s love for sucking on your tits. Or even Fourth Kind’s words of utmost praise as he strokes your hair.
You love it all.
And when Hawks comes to check on you, you can practically feel the lazy smile in his voice as he reaches out and pinches a nipple between his fingers. Your mouth falls open into a whine, about to call him cruel before someone- Ingenium swallows your words with a deep kiss. And when that breaks off, Manual is quick to start sucking on your tongue before Hawks is even able to get his question out.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” The winged hero asked as he released one of your nipples from his grip to give the other the same treatment. Though you figured he must also have a blindfold on if he couldn’t see the way the party has you in a dripping, soaking mess. Besides, people say if you don’t like your job, then it's not for you.
But if this wasn’t the job for you…
... then how the hell did you get so good at what you do?
