Hi! I just found your blog in the last couple of days and I can say without a doubt that you have inspired me to rewatch and finally finish BNHA lol that being said you’ve reignited my love for so many different characters and so many request ideas! Could I please request pregnancy headcannons with Aizawa with a fem partner who’s a hero and teacher like him? Like his reaction to finding out about the baby, how he acts during the pregnancy and maybe even a worst case scenario where reader gets kidnapped while heavily pregnant or goes into labor in the most inconvenient place imaginable? If you could throw in some cameos from Class 1A that would be really cool too. If this is too much please feel free to skip or ignore the details! Thank you so much!
Aizawa x Pregnant Prohero!Wife
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Aizawa who found out because Mic couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Well, Mic didn’t know you were pregnant. It was more like he’d heard someone throwing up in the staff bathroom, and since he lacks boundaries, he felt it was necessary to check in, and lo and behold there you were. You had an idea of what was wrong but wanted to confirm before telling your husband. But no, Mic just had to go hunt the poor man down, screaming way louder than necessary, practically informing the entire school.
Aizawa whose class was shocked, they knew you were close, but not that close. They had no clue that the two of you were married until the door of their classroom was bashed in, with their English teacher yelling at their teacher that his WIFE was sick.. It was probably even more surprising when actual emotion flashed on their teacher's face before he “calmly” left the room with Mic.
Aizawa who finds you in the nurses office. Finds you chatting away with Recovery Girl. Chatting away while you stood there holding three sticks in your hand. He lets out a gruff huff to get your attention, and the smile you flash at him eases all his worries instantly. He watches Mic and Recovery Girl leaving the office, allowing the two of you some privacy. “What was wrong? Are you okay?” “Yeah, I’m fine. Here look.” You’d passed him the sticks you’d been holding onto, when he finally gets a good look at them, he realises they’re pregnancy tests, all of which are positive. All the worry comes flooding back instantly. He masks it with a small smile, while bringing you into a strong hug, though he’s silent.
Aizawa who’s shitting bricks. He never really saw himself being a dad. Never saw himself in charge of a tiny person fully dependent on him. Well, you too but he gets really in his head about it. The two of you are pros; What if something happened to the two of you? He didn’t want a child to suffer the same way Kota did because of him. Because he wasn’t strong enough. He’s horrified by what someone might do to your child to spite the two of you. He won’t completely shut you out, but he’ll probably be fully consumed by his thoughts for a few days. But he’ll make sure you’re fully aware he’s not upset with you. He’s not locking himself in another room, he’s still beside you, just silent.
Aizawa who begs you for weeks to step away from hero work. He’ll bind you with his cloth just to get you to sit there and listen. (He’s gentle ofc.) He’ll sit you down and go over everything. How it’s not something he’s willing to risk. Your safety is his top priority, along with the baby’s. So yes, he is willing to talk you out of taking a break as a hero. BUT he’s willing to compromise, the two of you decide that you’ll continue to work as a teacher at the school, continuing to train the students. But when you’re further along, you’ll take maternity leave. And that works for the two of you. You can sympathise with him, sure you can defend yourself, you’re strong and independent but! He does bring up valid points, he doesn’t want to worry about losing the two most important people in his life. But if it ever came to it, he’d choose you over the baby anyday. There's only one of you.
Aizawa who’s there for your every want and need. He’s perfectly fine with going out at 2am for any pregnancy craving you may have, even if it was his only early night this week, even if he’s got early morning training with his students. He’ll sit with you in the bathroom, rubbing your back. For as long as it takes, he won’t complain about a stiff back either, he knows you’re going through far worse. He’ll hold your bump for you, relieving you of the weight, even if for only a minute. He knows very well not to take any mood swings to heart. Knows you’re just going through it and that you DO still love him. He’s absolutely in love with you, despite your insecurities about the changes to your body. He’s still utterly obsessed, the pregnancy glow just adds to it all.
Aizawa who thought everything was going fine. And it was, until there was an emergency that required as many heroes as possible, they’d asked for heroes to come out of retirement to help aid, and more importantly to him, they asked for you. And against his wishes you agree. And it’s a shitshow. Things are exploding left and right, the communication systems went down, and people were split up. By the end of it all, he realises the search party is still looking for the group you were with. Somehow all five of you were missing, it was only then that they realised a few villains had managed to escape.
Aizawa who can’t eat or sleep for the two days your group is missing. But the second word slips that someone found a lead, he’s right there on the front lines. (Despite the fact he’s in no shape to do so.) He’s so relieved to see you, you’re perfectly fine, untouched. In fact all of you were, the villains planned on using you for ransom, but were too scared to do so. They were just lucky enough to catch you all off guard with some quirk cancelling and sleep inducing drugs. He’s by your side from that moment to the very second you’re released from the hospital. He hadn’t left once, still hadn’t slept or had a decent meal. He was solely focused on you and the baby. Seeing him in that state further pushed you to take your leave early, finally understanding what exactly he meant. So you’d spent the rest of the pregnancy at home, with the comforting presence of Eri.
Aizawa whose class practically begs to throw you a baby shower the second they find out you're pregnant. Of course that’s also Mic’s fault. Announcing to the whole school that you’d left because you were pregnant. He’s silent, but doesn’t stop them from planning. He pretends not to hear anything they say, but he’s listening to every word. Then one day, they tell him to bring you in the following Friday, and once again he ignores them. That Friday his class is left disappointed when he walks into the last period alone. But that disappointment only lasts a few minutes before you pop your head in the door. “Am I late?” The class is practically hollering. Mina and Ochaco had basically arranged a gift basket for you while a few of the other students brought in what little they could on a high schoolers budget.
Aizawa whose students continuously ask for updates on you. While he pretends to find it annoying, he secretly enjoys talking about the growing fetus. How they’re about the side of a pineapple this week.
Aizawa who was completely unprepared for when the baby came. Or at least that's what he thinks. He’d already gotten all the hospital bags prepped well in advance, furniture built, clothes and diapers ready; He was simply overly paranoid. The baby did however decide to come two weeks early, and at a really inconvenient time at that. During the Hero Billboard Chart jp ceremony. You’d placed in 10th so unfortunately you had to make an appearance, while heavily pregnant. But you did it for the fans who brought you there. The baby just decided they also wanted to make themselves known…in front of a very large live audience. Your husband is very very quick to get you off the stage and to the hospital.
Aizawa who’s mesmerised when the baby enters your lives. The perfectly healthy infant, making their first moments on earth very loud. (That’s when he realises he’s not getting sleep anytime soon.) He can’t help but stare at you with the small bundle resting right on your chest. He definitely cries, desperately wiping at the tears trying to be non chalant, but it shines through. The second everyone leaves the room, he’s taking the baby into his arms and slowly walking around the room, whispering to them while you sleep.
Aizawa who’s the perfect father and husband. He stays with you that first month as much as possible, if it’s rough he’ll talk to Nezu about taking a second month off. He’s very attentive, getting up in the middle of the night with zero complaint, much to your surprise. He’s very adamant about you getting rest. He’ll try and talk you out of everything, practically begging for you to let him do it so that you can get more sleep. He bonds with the child pretty much instantly, and when he does go back to school, his students are begging him to bring them in.
Aizawa who does cave in and bring your child to work with him one afternoon, you’d still been on maternity leave, so he thought you could use the afternoon off. He arrives to class looking pretty normal, hands in his pockets. But there’s one thing off, and the students clock it pretty quickly; There’s a strange shaped lump in his capture weapon. As they start to crowd around him, he’ll slowly unwrap them for the class to see. And it’s an adorable sight. The infant, swaddled up to their dads chest in the cloth. They love the baby, and will constantly ask for pictures and he’ll act like he’s annoyed but will already be reaching for his phone and showing them the latest picture he’d taken.
ಇ.content & warnings: kitchen mischief :: oral fem. rec :: p in v :: sex on the counter top :: breast kissing :: nipple sucking :: squirting :: c-pied :: breeding thoughts :: mention of kids :: sweet!cho :: needy for you ::
ಇ.part one.ಇ ಇ.part two.ಇ
The kitchen was warm with the scent of whatever you were cooking for dinner — garlic, onions, and spices sizzling in the pan. You stood at the counter in a loose tank top and comfy gray sweatpants, hips swaying slightly to the low music playing from your phone as you stirred the food. It was supposed to be a chill evening, just another normal night in the apartment you shared with Choso.
But Choso had been watching you for the last ten minutes.
He leaned in the doorway first, dark eyes locked on the curve of your ass in those sweatpants, his cock already half-hard and straining against his shorts, the lines between you two had been blurring more and more lately.
What started as shy glances and stolen touches had turned into him openly jerking off to your panties, crawling into your bed at night, and waking you up with his fingers between your thighs. He was still sweet — still your doting roommate who made breakfast and folded your laundry — but when the hunger hit, he was becoming shameless about it.
And right now? He was fucking starving.
Choso crossed the kitchen in silence, coming up right behind you. Without saying a word, his hands grabbed the waistband of your sweatpants and panties in one swift motion and yanked them down your thighs, letting them pool around your ankles.
“Cho —!” you gasped, nearly dropping the spatula as cool air hit your bare ass and pussy.
He dropped to his knees immediately, big hands gripping your hips and pulling your ass back toward his face. No hesitation. No asking. Just pure, shameless need.
“Couldn’t wait,” he muttered, voice already hoarse and low. “Been thinking about this pussy all day… fuck, you smell so good, baby.”
He buried his face between your thighs from behind, tongue dragging hot and heavy through your folds in one long, greedy lick, a deep groan vibrating against your cunt as he tasted you, his hands spreading your ass cheeks wider so he could push his tongue deeper.
He was so fucking horny it was almost feral —lapping at your slick entrance like a man possessed, sucking noisily on your pussy lips before flicking the tip of his tongue rapidly over your clit.
Your hands braced hard against the counter, breath hitching as pleasure shot through you. The stove was still on, food still sizzling, but Choso didn’t care, he pressed his face in harder, nose buried against your ass as he devoured you, tongue fucking into your tight hole before pulling back to suck messily on your clit.
“Choso… aaa- shit — I’m trying to cook,” you moaned, legs already shaking.
He pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny with your arousal. “Keep cooking then,” he said breathlessly, sounding almost drunk. “I just need your cunt. Been so hard thinking about how wet you get for me…”
Then he was right back in, even more shameless than before, one of his hands slid between your thighs from the front, two thick fingers pushing into your dripping hole while his tongue worked your clit in fast, sloppy circles.
The wet, obscene sounds of him eating your pussy filled the kitchen — loud slurping, desperate moans, the squelch of his fingers pumping into your creamy cunt.
He was completely lost in it. Groaning and whimpering against your folds like your taste was the only thing keeping him alive, and his free hand gripped your ass hard, spreading you open wider as he buried his tongue as deep as it would go, fucking you with it while his fingers curled against that perfect spot inside you.
Your thighs trembled, knees threatening to buckle as he ate you out like he was starving. He didn’t care that you were standing in the middle of the kitchen, didn’t care that dinner was still cooking. The lines between roommate and lover had blurred so much that Choso no longer tried to hide how badly he needed you.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he mumbled against your slick folds, voice muffled and drunk of your cunt. “So fucking wet already… all for me.”
He sucked your clit hard, fingers thrusting faster, completely addicted to the way your cunt clenched and dripped around him and you could feel how desperate he was — his shoulders tense, heavy breathing, the way his hips twitched like he was grinding his aching cock against nothing just from the taste of you.
Dinner was definitely going to burn tonight.
And Choso couldn’t give less of a fuck.
He was completely lost between your thighs, face buried deep in your dripping cunt as he ate you like a man starved. His tongue fucking into your tight hole with wet, obscene sounds while his fingers rubbed messy circles on your swollen clit and he was so hard it hurt — his thick cock straining painfully against his shorts, leaking precum in a steady mess as he ground himself against nothing, desperate for any friction.
You tried to pretend for a little longer, one hand weakly pushing at his head while the other gripped the counter. “Cho… fuck — dinner’s gonna burn…”
But your body betrayed you, your hips kept rolling back against his tongue, chasing more of that delicious pressure... your pushing and pleadings grew weaker. Half-hearted, until finally you gave up completely.
You looked down at him — his flushed face shiny with your slick, dark brown eyes glazed with pure lust, black hair messy from your fingers and the words slipped out, needy and broken.
“Please… just fuck me.”
That was all it took.
Choso pulled back with a low, desperate groan, lips glistening. In one fluid motion he rose to his feet, towering over you as he grabbed your face and kissed you hard. The taste of your own pussy flooded your mouth as his tongue pushed past your lips, deep and claiming. His hands were everywhere — gripping your waist, sliding under your tank top to squeeze your breasts, then dropping to your thighs.
He broke the kiss only to spin you around and lift you onto the kitchen counter in one smooth move, knocking a few utensils aside with a clatter. Your sweatpants and panties were still tangled around one ankle as he spread your legs wide, stepping between them and yanking his shorts down just enough to free his cock.
His fat, flushed cock sprang out heavy and throbbing, the thick head already soaked with precum. It looked almost painfully hard, veins standing out along the thick shaft as it twitched in the air between you.
Choso didn’t waste another second.
He gripped the base of his cock and pressed the fat, leaking tip against your tight, dripping cunt, rubbing it up and down through your soaked folds, the heat of him made you whimper, your pussy clenching visibly around nothing as he coated himself in your slick.
“Fuck… you’re so wet,” he breathed, voice hoarse and shaky with need, his free hand gripped your thigh, spreading you even wider as he notched the blunt head right at your entrance. “Been aching for this pussy all day… can’t hold back anymore.”
With a deep groan, he pushed forward.
His thick cock stretched your tight cunt open slowly, inch by inch, the fat head popping inside followed by the heavy girth of his shaft. You both moaned at the same time — your walls fluttering and squeezing around the invasion as he sank deeper, filling you completely until his hips were flush against your ass and his balls pressed tight against you.
Choso’s head fell forward against your shoulder, breathing ragged. “So tight… so fucking mhm— perfect,” he whimpered, hips twitching as he fought the urge to immediately start pounding into you and his hands gripped your waist harder, fingers digging into soft flesh as he savored the way your greedy little cunt hugged every inch of him.
He kissed you again, slower this time but just as hungry, swallowing your moans while he started rolling his hips — deep, grinding thrusts that made his cock drag against every sensitive spot inside you. The counter creaked under you with every movement, your legs wrapped tight around his waist as he fucked you right there in the kitchen, dinner long forgotten on the stove.
Choso was completely gone — shameless, needy, and so fucking horny for you that nothing else mattered.
Choso held you so tightly against him, arms wrapped around your waist like he was afraid you might slip away. His chest pressed flush to yours as he fucked you deep and slow on the kitchen counter, thick cock stretching your cunt with every heavy roll of his hips, the wet sounds of your bodies meeting filled the small space — slick, filthy noises as your creamy pussy took every inch of him.
“Fuck… mngh —baby,” he whispered right against your lips, voice hoarse and trembling with raw need. “I can’t get enough of you… I think about this pussy all the time. Even when you’re just walking around the apartment… I get so hard.”
He kissed you between confessions, messy and desperate, tongues sliding together as he ground his cock deeper into your clenching heat. Your cunt fluttered and squeezed around him greedily, milking his thick length with every thrust, pulling him in like it never wanted to let go. The way you gripped him made him groan loudly into your mouth, hips stuttering for a moment before he pushed even deeper.
“I just want to hold you like this…” he confessed breathlessly, forehead pressed to yours, dark eyes half-lidded and glassy. “Keep you full of my cock all day. You feel so fucking good… so warm and tight around me.”
His arms tightened around your body, one hand sliding up your back under your tank top while the other gripped your ass, holding you steady as he fucked you with long, deep strokes. Every thrust dragged the fat head of his cock against that perfect spot inside you, making your walls spasm and gush around him.
Choso buried his face in your neck, sucking hard on the sensitive skin, leaving dark marks as he moaned against you. His hips never stopped moving — slow, grinding rolls that buried him to the hilt before pulling back just enough to slam in again. He was so needy, so desperate, like he couldn’t get close enough even while buried balls-deep inside you.
He tugged your tank top higher, exposing your tits, and immediately latched onto one, his mouth was hot and wet as he sucked on your nipple, tongue swirling around the stiff peak before he pulled it deeper into his mouth. He groaned loudly against your soft flesh, the vibration shooting straight to your clit as he fucked you harder, cock plunging deep into your clenching cunt.
“These tits… fuck,” he mumbled against your skin, switching to the other breast and sucking a fresh bruise into the soft curve. “So haah— pretty… I love sucking on them while I’m inside you.”
Your legs stayed locked around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer as he held you tight and fucked you with pure desperation. Every deep thrust made your pussy flutter and squeeze, creamy slick dripping down his balls and onto the counter.
Choso kept whispering filthy confessions between moans, lips brushing yours, then your neck, then your tits again — completely lost in the feeling of holding you, fucking you, owning you in this moment.
He wasn’t rushing... he just wanted to stay buried inside your perfect cunt, holding you close while he sucked and kissed and confessed how badly he needed you. The dinner on the stove had long since been forgotten, the only heat in the kitchen now coming from the way your roommate fucked you like he’d die if he ever had to stop.
Choso kept fucking you with that deep, needy rhythm, arms wrapped tight around your body as he held you close on the kitchen counter, his thick cock plunged into your soaked cunt over and over, stretching you open so perfectly while your walls fluttered and clenched around him.
The wet, filthy sounds of your pussy taking every inch echoed between you — slick and creamy, dripping down his balls with every thrust.
He sucked harder on your tits, leaving fresh bruises along the soft curves as his hips snapped forward, driving himself impossibly deeper and our moans grew louder, breathier, thighs shaking around his waist as the pressure built fast and overwhelming.
Then it happened.
Your pussy suddenly gushed around his cock, squirting messily as your orgasm crashed through you. Clear fluid sprayed against his pelvis and dripped down his shaft, soaking everything between you. Choso’s eyes widened, a broken, grateful moan tearing from his throat as he watched it happen.
“Fuck — ngh-haah baby… you’re squirting,” he groaned, voice wrecked with awe. “So pretty… so fucking pretty. I always hope you’d do that for me every. Single. Time… god, look at you.”
He didn’t stop thrusting, fucking you through the squirt with deep, loving strokes, savoring every pulse and flutter of your cunt. The sight of your pussy gushing around his cock made his own orgasm rush forward fast. With a low, desperate whimper of your name, Choso buried himself to the hilt and came hard.
Thick, sappy ropes of cum flooded your cunt, filling you up until it was leaking out around his cock in warm, creamy streams. He kept rolling his hips slowly, fucking his cum deeper into you even as he softened, completely lost in the bliss of staying inside your warm, pulsing heat.
Even after you both came, he didn’t pull out, just held you tighter, rocking gently into you with slow, lazy thrusts, savoring the wet, messy slide of his cum mixing with your slick. His mouth moved lovingly over your kiss-bitten tits, sucking softly on your nipples while his eyes drifted down to your stomach.
He couldn’t stop staring — imagining your belly round and full with his child, imagining fucking you just like this for months until it happened. The thought made his cock twitch inside you again, even spent.
He was so deep in that fantasy, eyes hazy and focused on your body, that he didn’t even register you speaking at first.
“Cho… the stove,” you breathed, still dazed from your orgasm. “Baby, turn it off…”
You reached up, gently cupping his cheek with your palm, thumb brushing over his flushed skin. That soft touch finally pulled him back. His eyes refocused on your face — on how pretty you looked with swollen lips and that fond smile.
“Hm?” he blinked slowly.
“The stove,” you repeated softly, eyes sparkling with amusement. “It’s burning.”
“Shit —”
Choso quickly reached over and turned the burner off. The pan was a total loss — whatever you’d been cooking was now blackened and crisped beyond saving. He winced, but you just laughed, the sound light and warm.
He carefully helped you down from the counter, his hands gentle on your waist. As your feet touched the floor, a thick glob of his cum leaked out of your pussy and slowly trickled down your inner thigh. The sight made him bite his lip, a shy little flush returning to his cheeks.
You glanced down at the mess, then back up at him with a playful grin. “What got you so lost just now, huh?”
Choso looked away, suddenly bashful again, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s… nothing,” he mumbled, voice quiet and sweet.
You raised an eyebrow, still smiling as you pulled your panties and sweatpants back up, feeling his warm cum continue to leak into the fabric. “Mhm. Well… guess I have to start dinner all over again now, thanks to you.”
He stepped closer immediately, wrapping his arms around you from behind and pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, already doting again.
“I’ll help,” he whispered against your skin, still shy but so obviously happy. “I’ll make it up to you, baby. Promise.”
Even as he said it, his hand drifted down to rest gently over your lower belly, that secret little fantasy still flickering behind his dark eyes.
-`♡´- MAIN MASTERLIST -`♡´- -`♡´-CHOSO'S M-LIST-`♡´-
★ Rudo had never known a mother's affection—there had never been a feminine presence in his life. He was raised solely by his adoptive father, and after losing him, he was cast out into the surface world. You, Enjin's girlfriend and a Giver, were on patrol with him when you spotted the boy amidst the rubble. You never expected your feelings for him to grow so strong once you started supervising him.
"Can we keep him?"
"He'll have to join the Cleaners soon. The kid's got talent." Enjin replied, leaning his arms on the balcony railing before bringing the cigarette to his lips.
"No... not like that."
"I'm not following you, woman." he said, raising an eyebrow. "You wanna adopt him, is that it?"
You didn't answer, but somehow, Enjin already knew. He just sighed. "My God."
★ Rudo was mesmerized the first time you ruffled his hair. His eyes widened, and he stood completely still for a moment, his stern expression slowly softening. Rudo closed his eyes and hugged you cautiously, still half-expecting rejection. When you didn't pull away, he stayed there, burying his face in your chest.
"Hey, love, have you seen—" Enjin's voice echoed through the room, but you quickly cut him off, raising a finger to your lips in a silent request. The blond stopped, a small smile forming as he saw Rudo nestled in your arms. "I'll come back later." he whispered before leaving the room.
★ The first time he called you "mom" was an accident. You were tucking him into bed, and he was already half-asleep. The word just slipped out. A heavy silence filled the room, followed by Rudo's deep embarrassment. But you just smiled, stroked his cheek, and said, "It's okay. You can call me that if you want."
He never said it again, and his cheeks still burned with shame whenever he remembered it.
★ Rudo became your "shadow." He didn't just watch you—he internalized a fierce instinct to protect you. On missions, he was always one step ahead, scanning the surroundings even though, as your apprentice, he should've stayed behind. If anyone dared raise their voice at you, Rudo would appear instantly at your side, hurling insults like a rabid dog. He didn't care what others thought of him; all that mattered was defending you.
"Say that about her again and I'll smash every one of your teeth, you bastard!" You held the boy back before he could lunge at the person, watching his arms and short feathers flail wildly. "Let me kill him!"
"Calm down, Rudo. It's alright." You then kissed the top of his head, and he stopped immediately. Rudo fell silent, drawing surprised glances from the others.
★ Rudo was still haunted by nightmares. Some nights, he'd appear silently at your bedroom door, wrapped in a teddy bear blanket, unable to sleep. You never said a word, just made space for him to lie down beside you. Enjin would grumble, cracking his eyes open as Rudo settled between the two of you. He'd raise a sleepy eyebrow, blinking slowly. You'd pull Rudo close, holding him snugly against your chest. Enjin said nothing and went back to sleep, too tired to fight his girlfriend for attention against that brat.
★ Rudo was used to having nothing, so when you gave him simple things—a warm meal, a clean shirt, or something old for him to restore—he'd freeze, unsure how to react. Little by little, you taught him that it was okay to accept kindness. He began treasuring those gifts with almost religious care, like priceless relics.
★ Rudo grew deeply worried whenever you got hurt. If you were attacked in front of him, he'd likely lose his mind and act completely irrationally. Later, in the infirmary, he'd sit in the chair beside your bed, his scarlet eyes filled with anguish and concern. He'd touch your hand, his face full of sorrow.
"Get better soon..." he'd murmur, small tears beginning to burn in the corners of his eyes.
★ Rudo misses you whenever you don't go on missions together. When he returns, he makes sure to tell you everything in detail, every little thing he experienced. He's still learning how to express himself, and for some reason, he finds it easier with you. Maybe it's your patience, or the fact that you never judge him, unlike some of the others. With you, he feels truly safe.
★ Rudo always smiles when you praise him. He gets all flustered, his cheeks tinted with a soft blush. One of his biggest goals was to make friends, and having you as his first friend felt like a huge achievement.
"Will we stay together forever?" he asked, his eyes shining with hope.
"Yes, forever," you replied, laughing softly as you tapped his hands.
Since he fell from the sky, he had never felt so whole. You made him feel welcomed, cherished. And deep in his heart, Rudo hoped to repay your kindness one day.
-`♡´- Stuffing! Choso's fingers in you at the lunch table..! :: 18+ :: fem!reader :: semi-public sex ::
Your friends from bio lab are already chattering about the upcoming midterm when you slide into the seat right beside Choso at the long cafeteria table. The lunch rush hums around you, trays clattering, voices overlapping, but Choso sits alone at the end like always, hood up, earbuds in, picking at his food without really eating. He doesn’t like company. Never has. Until you.
You lean over, press a quick kiss to his cheek like it’s nothing, then casually take his right hand under the table and guide it straight between your thighs. No panties today. Just bare, already slick skin waiting for him. His fingers brush the outer of your already slick plump cunt and he freezes, dark eyes flicking to you in silent surprise. You don’t even look at him, just keep smiling at your friends while you spread your legs a little wider under the skirt.
His large fingers press forward easily, two thick digits sliding through your wet heat and sinking straight into your pussy with a soft, filthy squelch only he can attune to hear. You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from sighing, rocking your hips down slowly so his fingers worm deeper, curling just right against that spot that makes your thighs tremble.
Choso’s breath hitches. He was staring at his tray a second ago, but now his attention is locked on the way your slick cunt swallows his fingers, greedy and warm, clenching around them every time you shift. He doesn’t say a word, just starts moving them, slow and deep, scissoring gently, thumb brushing your clit under the table like he’s been starving for this all morning.
You keep chatting away with the girls, voice perfectly steady. “Yeah, the lab report is due Friday, but I still need to finish the graph section. Did you guys get the enzyme data right?”
One of them laughs, answering something about the TA being a hard grader, but you barely hear it. All you feel is Choso’s thick fingers pumping lazily into you, stretching your walls, dragging more slick out with every thrust. You clench hard around him on purpose, soaking his hand, and feel his palm press flat against your mound to grind the heel against your clit. A tiny whimper almost slips out, you cover it with a laugh at whatever your friend just said.
Choso’s jaw is tight, eyes half-lidded now, pretending to scroll on his phone while his fingers fuck you deeper under the table. He adds a third finger, slow and careful, and your pussy takes it so easily, fluttering and dripping down his knuckles. The wet sounds are muffled by the cafeteria noise, but he can feel every pulse, every squeeze, every rock of your hips as you ride his hand without missing a beat in the conversation.
“God, this salad is actually decent today,” you say brightly, forking a bite while your cunt clenches rhythmically around his invading fingers. You’re soaked, slick coating his wrist, dripping onto the seat beneath you. Choso’s breathing has gone shallow. His free hand grips the edge of the table so hard his knuckles pale.
Your friends start gathering their trays after a while, standing up to head to their next class. You rise with them, Choso’s fingers slipping out of you with a wet pop that makes his cock twitch visibly in his sweats, but he stays seated, trying to look casual, if he even could at this point.
You lean down, give him a sweet, quick kiss on the lips, then whisper right against his ear, “Enjoy your meal, Choso,” with the most devious little smile curving your lips.
He watches you walk away with your friends, hips swaying, your juices still glistening on his three thick fingers. The table is empty around him now. No one left to see.
Choso lifts his hand slowly, brings those slick digits to his lips, and slides them into his mouth and sucks them clean with a low, hungry groan, eyes fluttering shut at the taste of you, sweet and filthy and all his. He licks between his knuckles, chasing every drop, cock straining painfully against his pants.
Ive never done these before so im not entirely sure if this is what it ment:'|
But if this is how- a Dabi x Reader one where the reader tends to touch/pat him on the head alot? I saw a post before about someone saying bwcausw he has hair thats one of the few spots hes got all his nerves at? Or a smau with a reader who spoils him alot and mailed or sent him a bunch of probably expensive stuff just because they wanted to with how he'd react maybe?
I cant decide which so its up to you to pick which one if i did do this right;v;
This level of comfort fluff definitely calls for a lilies and peonies bouquet and a lavender latte!! Coming right up!
warnings - mild language, mentions of severe burns, etc
your glances caught him off guard. Every time, your eyes held such fondness that he hadn’t seen since he was a child. He didn’t understand it. How could you look at him this way? He leaned into it, more and more, till every moment with you made him…smile a little.
before he knew it, he’d been swept into something deeper than a few sweet glances across the room.
the two of you sat on the rooftop together, looking out at the expanse of lights in the city, listening to the traffic and chatter below. Your hand was in his, tracing the burnt skin, your eyes drifting over the staples that tugged at his brittle flesh. You looked over at him. His eyes were fixed somewhere distant, his mind somewhere distant too, though you never could guess.
regardless, it should’ve been obvious to you that there wasn’t much left of him to feel, not beyond the frustrations that kept him going every day. Sometimes you wondered if that meant he didn’t love you, but you always pushed those thoughts aside. You had him beside you now, after all. That’s all that matters. Right?
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he shivered immediately, eyes widening slightly. Your fingers traced through his blackened hair, from his scalp to his nape in gentle circles. He blinked, shivering again as he finally looked at you. “What’re ya doin?” He asked gruffly, almost tempted to swat your hand away. It almost felt unnerving how sensitive the touch was, how unexpectedly soft such an invasion felt. It almost disturbed him how much you made him feel. “Touching your hair” you said simply, and you didn’t stop your gentle movements once. It’s almost like his shock goaded you on.
and then you saw it- the gentle rose flush painting his cheeks as he glanced away, scoffing as he kicked one foot roughly over the side of the building, failing to disguise his subtle lean into your touch. “You’re so weird.”
Okay, but also: if you see a Muslim praying in public and they have something in front of them, like a purse or a bag or something like that, you can pass in front of them, but pass in front of that object.
it’s called a sutrah, and it’s meant to act as a physical barrier between the person praying and someone who might happen to pass in front.
Also, if you did this and didn’t know, please don’t beat yourself up over it. Now you know! Muslims aren’t supposed to pass in front of Muslims praying, either, because prayer is communication with God and you don’t want to break that connection.
Similarly, if a Jew is saying the Shemonah Esrei prayer (whispered, moving only the mouth, standing facing east with legs together) don’t go in front unless there’s a barrier.
big fan of bakugou wrapping his big arms around you when he’s standing behind you whilst you wait in line for something. rests his chin or his cheek on top of your head as your fingers curl into his bicep around your shoulder. he’s humming a random tune or grumbling about the wait, swaying you from side to side.
think if you tell him “no, just a few more people.” bakugou gets super stroppy and flops all his weight on you almost like a child trying to find entertainment. chuckling when you struggle to stand straight ‘cause he’s just a block of muscle. you start pouting and prepping scold him but his blonde hair tickles your neck — his warm plush lips pressing kisses along your cheeks and jawline.
“are you twelve, kacchan?” you huff. “get off’a meeee,”
“‘m boreeeed,” bakugou complains, voice gruff but still sort of whiny. “just playin’…”
you roll your eyes, squeezing his arm sitting comfortably at your neck. “play with something else.”
his rough palms pinch at your waist and you shuffle forward with the crowd. “nah,” his voice drops to a teasing baritone octave, sending a subtle shiver down your spine and heat to the surface of your cheeks in front of the crowd. “i’d rather play with you, sweetheart.”
This the sort of yearning that needs to come back to mens music fr 😤 mans jumped into a human pyramid to sing about how glorious her booty was in that thong, how divine she was
This the sort of yearning that needs to come back to mens music fr 😤 mans jumped into a human pyramid to sing about how glorious her booty was in that thong, how divine she was
Transphobia is about to be signed into law in the UK. We can fight this.
I am begging the UK trans community and its allies to attend the Mass Lobby at Parliament on June 25th, 11am-4pm, organised by Trans Solidarity Alliance.
Last year we broke the record for an LGBT+ mass lobby of Parliament. Will you help us break it again? Join us on 25th June 2026 to demand be
The new EHRC Code of Practice pushes trans people out of toilets, hospital wards, and community spaces. It normalises gender policing based on appearance and stereotypes. It becomes statutory guidance in the UK by the end of June.
Trans people are now legally their assigned gender at birth and must join gendered spaces accordingly, but if they are perceived as their lived gender, they can also be ejected from those spaces. The guidance says: either break the law, or don’t pass too well.
A mass lobby is where you invite your MP to discuss your concerns with you in-person. Ask your MP to:
Demand full parliamentary scrutiny, debate, and use their free vote on the EHRC Code of Practice.
Support any motions rejecting the EHRC guidance. As of June 4th, Labour MP Nadia Whittome has submitted a prayer motion - Early Day Motion 240.
Write to Bridget Phillipson, the Minister for Women and Equalities about our concerns
Your MP does not have to be an ally, they do not have to respond to your email for you to show up and greencard them (details below the cut.) What matters is that as many people as possible show up.
I cannot stress this enough: Showing up in person matters. It is much more effective than petitions, emails, and letters.
It is a horrible, stressful time, and I am so sorry if you're trans and live in the UK. But I was at last year's mass lobby and the line for greencarding alone stretched around the back gates. It was a record breaking mass lobby and made us impossible to ignore. Let's do even better this time. Details under the cut:
Worried about what to say?
Bring your personal worries about transphobia being signed into law, and trans friends being excluded from public spaces. You are a living person who deserves dignity. Remind your MP of that. You will also get guidance and brochures from Trans Solidarity Alliance that outlines our demands. This is mine from last year.
Money issues?
Trans Solidarity Alliance provides a travel bursary that you can sign up for via the link.
Got a refusal or no response from your MP?
Come anyway! You can request a same-day appointment with your MP through a process called greencarding. They will come and see you if they’re already in Parliament. Even if they don’t, they’re made acutely aware of your cause because you showed up in person. This is my greencard from last year.
Here is the EHRC Code of Practice in full. It's a tough read, but some highlights are:
Organisations can’t provide trans-inclusive, single-sex services, or they risk being sued for discrimination.
e.g. domestic violence support for women including trans women, men’s rugby group including trans men (12.68).
Trans people will have nowhere safe to pee.
If you’re a trans man, businesses can't allow you to pee in the men's, and you can also be ejected from women’s bathrooms if you’re perceived as a man. Vice versa for trans women. EHRC suggests a ‘third space’ bathroom, which is discriminatory and unworkable for most businesses. (13.130-133)
Sports organisations must exclude trans people from single-sex competitions (13.73).
A women’s only sports competition must exclude trans women because of their biological advantage or face potential lawsuits (13.74), but a trans man who has undergone testosterone treatment can also be excluded based on fairness rules (13.81).
Trans women are stripped of the legal definition of ‘lesbian’, and therefore no longer have legal protections if they’re discriminated against on the basis of sexual orientation. (2.50, 2.92).
Here is the Good Law Project's better explanation of the EHRC Code.
I have also made a PDF printout of QR codes for the government petition, email your MP tool, and mass lobby link to pass around your communities. DM me and I'll send it to you.
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