My Hero Academia Imagines

I wrote this as close to canon as I could. As cocky as any teenager can be, I don’t think anyone would be dumb (or angry) enough to really take on Endeavor. I mean, even if there is a huge power gap between him and All Might, he’s still the No. 2 hero, and they would know it. This is as close as I could get. Part two (which conveniently coincides with another ask, should be out soon)

“You’re here again?” The rough masculine voice boomed across the kitchen where you were crouched in front of the refrigerator, rummaging for a snack while Shouto ran down the street for more paper for homework. You studiously ignored the barb, instead looking between the peach and the plum, weighing your options. Endeavor didn’t find your feigned obliviousness amusing and walked up, shutting the refrigerator door on your face. You internally sighed; you could tell he was spoiling for a fight, and you weren’t sure if you had the self control to keep your head without Shouto.

“I enjoy spending time with my boyfriend,” you offer in way of an explanation, waiting for Endeavor to move his hand so you could get back to your very important fruit decision. Endeavor crossed his arms over his broad chest. “The fact that you still believe he cares about you shows just how much you need to learn. I know you and Shouto are fucking. I have no problem with that; a teenage boy needs to get his urges out sometimes. But you’re nothing more than a glorified whore. Remember your place.”

You weren’t hungry anymore. In fact, where that hunger had originally lived was replaced with a cold fury. You turned on your heel and started to walk away. Damn it, but you promised Shouto that nothing bad would happen, and you would do your best to keep that promise.

Endeavor snorted and your retreat, mistaking it for weakness. “This is why you’ll never be good enough for Shouto. You’re too weak.”

Damn if you didn’t try, you rationalized to yourself as you turned slowly on your heel. Or at least, that’s how you would explain it to Shouto when he got back. But for now, all rationality had fled your mind. It didn’t matter to you that Endeavor dwarfed you by more than a foot, or that he was almost double your weight, or that he could incinerate you on the spot. All you could feel was the cold fury that was the antithesis to his flames.

“You know nothing, you worthless excuse for a hero.” You spat, your eyes glowing a light lavender as you gathered your Quirk. You didn’t even want to touch his mind, so your telekinesis was all you wanted to use right now.

Endeavor’s face became a mask of cruel delight. “Oh, Shouto’s little whore thinks she can talk back to me?” He loomed above you, arm pulled back and ready to strike an open-palmed blow. You reached out with your quirk and grasped a few of the wickedly sharp kitchen knives hanging behind the stove. They hovered, ready to strike, poised just as Endeavor was.

The atmosphere had devolved into aggressive loathing in the blink of an eye, both of you waiting for the other to flinch, for someone to make the first move that could only end in bloodshed. It was because of this that you didn’t hear Shouto pad in on bare feet, didn’t notice him until his chest brushed against your back, his arm snaking around to hold you low, by your hip. You startled; it was like Shouto’s presence flipped a switch in the room. There was no more bloodlust, only shame on your part. You could see Endeavor’s disgust as well.

Sorry, you whispered in his mind, but you felt him brush off the thought. You two would talk about this later.

“Father,” Shouto ground out, his voice like steel, tempered by the flames and ice inside of him. “What’s happening?” You kept yourself from relaxing back into your boyfriend, comforted by his presence, but barely. This was not the time to act lovey-dovey.

“Your whore stepped out of line.” Endeavor answered, both brazen in his declaration and with a tone that spoke of disgust and aloofness. You could hear Shouto’s teeth grind, watch his jaw clench as he fought the urge to crack his father squarely in the jaw. You placed a hand over the one on your hip, steadying him.

Not worth it… you sent him, trying to get him to back down. This wasn’t a fight that should even be fought. Let’s just go…

You could feel Shouto pulling you, guiding your body behind him as he quickly herded you through the kitchen, towards the doorway and your escape. As you neared freedom, Shouto turned to fix his icy gaze on his father’s contemptuous one.

“You will never speak of Y/n like that again, father.” He commanded, still urging you out the door. “You will never say that again, or so help me, I’ll disown you publically. I’ll put aside your lineage, this family, and your arrogance to protect her. Don’t test me.” With that, the two of you were moving swiftly out the door and through the halls, pausing only at Shouto’s room to collect your books before you were out the door. While time had seemed to slow for you, the entire confrontation between Shouto and his father had taken only a few seconds. Before you had even slipped your shoes on, the two of you could hear Endeavor’s yelling.

Momo will go beet red, the blush first showing on her cheeks but quickly spreading up her face and down her neck, over her chest. It’s super noticeable when she’s in her hero uniform, so she often tries to hide when she gets embarrassed.

She won’t look at her crush, instead trying to correct the child, but her self-doubt will rear its ugly head and choke her up until she’s a stuttering mess.

What if crush’s name heard the kid? How could they not have heard? Oh god, what should I say? What should I do? Should I just deflect and laugh it off? But what if it hurts their feelings? Should I use this as an opportunity to confess how I feel? But what if they don’t feel the same?

Inasa’s always excited by what you make him to eat. It could be just a few simple ingredients thrown together in a skillet or a four-course meal, he’s going to be ecstatic and will let you know that, too.

The two of you will end up getting a dog at some point, likely soon after you move in together. He’s going to push for a high-energy, intelligent dog, something like a German Shepherd or a Border Collie, so that it can keep up with his exercise routine.

He isn’t great about day to day stuff (including the dog), so if you want something done you’ll have to ask him. It’s not that he doesn’t care, but he’s more of a big picture guy and little details tend to fall by the wayside.

You’ll probably have to do most of the cooking, mostly because the best Inasa can do is instant ramen, maybe an egg dish if he tries really hard.

Your bed is going to have to be at least a king. Inasa is by no means small, and he tends to sprawl out everywhere. He doesn’t tend to hog the blankets though.

Ehehehe, I got your corrected version of this but I like this ask so much more

“You’re amazing!”

“I’m so jealous of your quirk.”

“Powerful and cute? That’s impressive.”

You flushed as the compliments poured over you, praising your performance in your second Sports Festival. The previous year you really lagged behind in the obstacle race and weren’t allowed to pass into the second round, but this year you shined, coming in third, right behind Todoroki and Midoriya. You smiled as everyone congratulated you and the boys in first and second. In fact, you were so enthralled by your victory that you didn’t notice your boyfriend trying to edge close to you only to be blocked at every attempt. You also didn’t notice as his face darkened with each passing moment until he stalked off. Finally, as the spotlight wore off slightly and you noticed your fatigue and grimy state, you started looking around for Shinso, wanting to share this moment with him. As you scanned the crowd and couldn’t find the familiar mop of lilac, your face deepened into a frown. The disappointment followed you into the locker room after the closing ceremonies and not even the soothing spray of warm water could chase away the worst of your blues.

A hand slamming in front of your face, against the tile of the shower, startles you enough that you yelp. Another hand comes into your view and suddenly you’re trapped, penned in by long, sinewy arms. Teeth come to rest at the juncture between your neck and shoulder and you see the flash of purple you’ve been missing out of the corner of your eye.

“Enjoy the attention?” Shinsou asked as he pulled one hand back to slowly make its way up the swell of your ass and around the curve of your hip.

“Hitoshi, I’ve been looking for you!” You exclaim happily as you start to turn around, only to be stopped by a sharp bite.

“I asked you a question.” He replied, releasing his bite only to nip at the already abused skin.

“Wha-?” You were confused and the situation was beginning to catch up with you, overcoming the happiness you felt. “Hitoshi, what are you doing here? If we get caught we’ll be in a lot of trouble.”The hand made its way to the front of your thigh, thumb caressing the skin where pelvis met thigh but made no move to go further. Shinso’s other hand made its way into your hair, pulling your neck aside so that he could have unrestricted access to the hickey that had already bloomed on you. At the rate he was going, it wouldn’t be gone for days.

“Not what I asked,” Shinso muttered, dragging his hand up from your thigh to tweak at your nipple, causing you to yelp. You brought a hand up too late to muffle the sound, but you hoped it would catch anything else that slipped out. “Did you enjoy the attention?”

You heard something almost predatory in his question and gulped, flinching in pleasure as he rubbed his thumb against your sensitive peak. “Yes.” You dropped your head, water streaming over your hair as you waited for Shinsou to make the next move.

He pulled you back slightly to align himself with you, pressing firmly into your back so that you could feel everything. Everything.

“Did you like that all those eyes were on you? Did you like the compliments you were getting?”

“Yes,” You choked out, feeling the hardness of your boyfriend make its way through your thighs, lightly brushing up against you but doing nothing to quell the molten heat that had taken up residence between your legs.

He thrust once, enjoying how he slid against you so well, your natural lubricant mixing with the water to provide a smooth thrust.

“Did you like all the men looking at you?” Another thrust. “Leering at you? Imagining doing to you what I am right now?” He shifted his stance to widen your legs, allowing him access to your clit. “Don’t deny it. You saw the lust in their eyes. You knew what they wanted from you.”At this, you shook your head. “No, never.” You turned to get a better view of your boyfriend. “I didn’t know what they wanted. I’d never give it to them if I did. I only want you.”

I just realized that I passed 1k followers! Wow. I don’t know why you guys actually like my writing, but thanks all the same! 

Woot woot, shout out time!

When he comes around the corner, Shinsou almost calls out to you. He likes the fact that you’ll talk to him without fear and never flinch with a response. But before he can open his mouth, he hears the tail end of your conversation with your classmates.

“I can’t believe you even talk to that gen ed kid, (y/n). Aren’t you afraid he’s gonna make you do something? What if he uses his quirk to take advantage of you?”

Shinsou’s blood boils but it cools just as fast. He knows how much people fear him, and though it hurts knowing that people think of him like that, he isn’t sure how you feel, whether or not the thought had even crossed your mind. He starts to worry that you might believe he’d do something so vile.

He’s surprised when you jump to his defence so quickly.

“Shinsou’s not like that. Of all the guys in this school, I think he’s the least likely to take advantage of someone like that, quirk or not. You’re terrible for judging someone by their quirk.”

Shinsou gets the warm fuzzies hearing you defend him like that, but he retreats instead of confronting you and your friends. He doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable by inserting his presence where it isn’t wanted.

I remember you, perv. Kidding, I hope you like my rendition of this

It was the suspense Uraraka found so arousing, she decided as she lay prone across her lover’s lap. She had been ordered to keep her head down and count, nothing else, so she couldn’t tell when the next open handed smack would come; the only warning was the sound of displaced air a half second before impact. There had already been three hard smacks and Uraraka was certain that her ass was cherry red. The simple cotton panties she wore did nothing to muffle the impact, but they were soaked already nonetheless. Another smack came down and Uraraka buried her face in the bed, muffling a moan before she turned her head.

“Four.”

God, she didn’t know if she could make it all the way to ten. Another slap, this time eliciting a gasp from the auburn haired girl. “Five.” Her lover smirked over her, even if she couldn’t see it, before bringing their hand down again, right over the previous slap. Uraraka howled.

“How many?” They questioned, rubbing the sting away softly, a sharp contrast that left the poor girl trembling.

“S-six. Oh god,” Uraraka whimpered as she felt the edges of her panties being pulled tight to resemble a thong, baring her reddened cheeks to the cooler air of the room.

Seven and eight came in quick succession, one following the other, thankfully in different area that number six.

“Two more, baby.” Whispering in her ear, a pair of lips puffed out a breath that made Uraraka shudder. “Better make ‘em count.” Uraraka nodded quickly. It was a strange paradox she found herself in; wanting the pain to be over, but never wanting the torture to end. The confusion clouded her lust-addled mind even further. The ninth slap came down, harder than any previous, catching Uraraka on the underside of her ass, jolting her forward on the lap that held her.

“Nine. Oh please, please, god, please,” At this point, Uraraka wasn’t sure what she was begging for, another slap or for the torture to end or to just be fucked raw, she just knew she needed something. She could feel the hard curve of a clothed erection under her and that only made the heat between her legs more pronounced. One more…

The final slap came, harder than its predecessor and square in the middle of her ass.

“Ten!” Uraraka screamed, sobbing from the pain, the relief, the pleasure, at this point they had all intermingled and become one, indistinguishable from each other. The hand rested itself on her ass, lightly rubbing the pain away as the man above her admired his handiwork.