⭑ fashion icon pinky, known for her model-worthy looks, bundled up in blankets and stolen hoodies and mismatched socks and sweatpants with her girlfriend as the two of them binge-watch all five seasons of riverdale 

⭑ charming and dashing hero chargebolt, sitting in front of the tv at seven am, sharing a blanket with his fiancée and watching cartoons and eating cereal because neither of them wanted to cook and definitely not resembling two responsible adults whose wedding is in two months

⭑ the ever cool and composed ingenium absolutely losing his shit because his wife was unaware that the dominos pasta containers are aluminum and cannot go in the microwave, as they found out the hard way, the pair now staring at a crispy microwave and charred countertop

⭑ sweet and kind uravity who becomes an absolute menace when up against her girlfriend at mario kart because they agreed the loser would do the dishes and she refuses to even touch that mountain of plates after tamale night 

⭑ the manliest of all heroes, red riot, who swears there is no manlier thing than going for drive-thru at one in the morning with his fiancée in the passenger seat because they had a fry craving

_ "W-why would you say it like that? and why here? what's wrong with our bedroom?" he fixes the glasses atop the bridge of his nose, a clear sign of his unease.

You simply smile, too taken by the adorable display of his embarrassment, something that never ceases to amaze you.

_ "Tenya.." you start softly, shifting on the plush sofa you're both occupying at the moment, until successfully straddling his waist and snaking your arms around his neck, the fabric of your skirt riding up slightly to reveal more of your skin to him, "won't you indulge me?" you pout cutely, purr seductively, and grind your hips against his own tense ones.

His hands—big, strong, and calloused from years of being one of the greatest pro heroes in the world—are now trembling slightly on your waist as he unsuccessfully attempts to halt your movement, "hey stop, please." he breathes out pleadingly, but even as he does so, you're still able to detect the uncertainty lacing his words, as if he wishes you would push further for what you want.. and so you do.

You lean in, trailing your lips just barely along the column of his throat, feeling his adam apple bobbing as he swallows hard, but your teasing doesn't end there, not when you can finally feel the throbbing of his slowly growing bulge nudging your aching core.

His fingers dig into your soft flesh through the delicate fabric of your skirt, still unsure if he wants to push you off his lap or press you even firmer down on him, and before he could make up his mind, your teeth sink in the sensitive skin covering his collarbone, a sudden gesture that gains you a deep, strained groan from the man struggling and failing to remain in control.

Just then, his hips start to slowly meet yours mid grind, hesitantly at first, discreetly even, as if to satisfy that burning urge building up in the pit of his abdomen, all without divulging the extent of your impact on him.

_ "Oh, Tenya sweetheart, have you changed your mind?" you murmur seductively against his skin, your tongue peeking out to lick the red mark left by your teeth.

_ "Just.. please.." his voice is strained, and his grip on your waist is tightening conspicuously, he can no longer resist your advances, neither does he actually want to.

You lift your head, looking into his hazy eyes, and before you could utter another teasing response, his lips crash onto yours in a hard and bruising kiss, unlike any of the usual soft and tender ones you're used to sharing.

This one is urgent, forceful and almost desperate in its aggression.

You're taken aback, unprepared for such a dominant display from the usually gentle man, but your body reacts quickly, kissing him back just as passionately. Your fingers sneak up to thread through his hair, tugging slightly as he ravages your mouth.

He pulls back suddenly, leaving you panting and eager for more, "alright princess, we'll do it your way." he murmurs huskily, one of his hands releases you to come up and take off his glasses, tossing them carelessly beside him on the sofa, before claiming your lips again.

This time you are prepared, returning his kiss with the same vigour, fingers tightening on his hair and body arching into him as your hips move faster, but it's not enough to quench the flaming thirst inside you both.

_ "Tenya.. honey.. I need you now.." and your words—whispered against his lips—are laced with a breathy moan reflecting your yearning for him.

You lean back slightly to meet his usually warm, shy and reserved gaze, to find it now holding a kind of darkness that sends a tingle through your veins.

He quickly releases your waist to fumble impatiently with the button and zipper of his pants, and you do the same, bracing yourself on shaky knees to lift up your skirt and push your panties to the side, revealing your already wet heat to his hungry eyes.

He wastes no time pushing his pants and boxers down, just enough to free his throbbing length, one hand pumping it slowly as the other holds your waist again, guiding you down on him while staring expectantly at the way your bodies finally connect.

He presses you against his chest, wrapping his muscular arms around you while his face finds refuge in the crook of your neck. His hot breath—quick and labored—tickles your skin and brings out a needy moan from your parted lips.

He's fighting hard, fighting against the urge to bounce you brutally and sloppily on the thick length buried deep within you until you both lose your minds, but he wouldn't, no matter how much he'd love to, not until you give him permission to do so.

You can feel it, just how you've felt it countless times so far, his cock, throbbing yearningly against your sensitive walls, and waiting for a sign to move.

You whimper softly, shifting slightly on top of him in a silent hint of your own desire, and he gets it instantly, lifting his head to look into your eyes, his jaw is set firmly, eyes are dark and hazy, and handsome face is flushed with an even deeper shade of red than before.

_ "Can I?" he asks hesitantly despite his obvious longing and previous bravado, to which you simply nod as you cannot trust your voice just yet, and that is all the consent he needs to lift you up and slam you back down onto him, and once was enough to evoke sinful moans from both of you.

Your fingers dig into his broad beefy shoulders through the fabric of his shirt, the muscles flexing under your clutch as he starts bouncing you on top of him, his powerful hips upthrusting to meet your descending body in deep and intense intrusions which are already making your toes curl.

_ "Tenya, too deep! You're too deep!" you throw your head back, eyes rolling and chest heaving as the words tear out of your mouth, raw and unfiltered.

_ "I-I'm sorry sweetheart, am I hurting you? do you want me to stop?" he stammers between heavy pants, a look of concern in his eyes amidst the undeniable lust dancing in their depths, but even as he says that, he shows no signs of relenting, he's too far gone to stop now.

_ "No, don't.. don't stop.." you warn him breathlessly, your grip on his shoulders tightening, "it feels.. so good.."

His lips meet yours again, but this time in a deeper and slower kiss, the gesture portraying the palpable passion you have for one another.

His thrusts however, are now bordering on brutality in their momentum, leading you nearer and nearer towards a blissful release each second that passes.

_ "I'm close, Tenya I'm so close!" you pant heavily after breaking the kiss, arching into him and squeezing your eyes shut, your breaths mingle in the small space between you, warm and unsteady.

_ "Look at me." he coaxes huskily, and you do just that, eyes fluttering open to find his loving ones staring back at you, and that is all it takes for your body to tense up on top of him before shuddering wildly as wave after wave of pleasure wash over you.

You cry out his name, unbothered by the loudness of your voice as you ride out your high, the captivating display and fluttering of your walls around his length eventually lure his own release, and there he is, following you over the edge of bliss with a groan muffled against your neck as he seeks the warmth only you have ever made him feel. His hot seed erupts and coats your sensitive core, the sticky essence filling you deliciously.

Moments pass, and neither of you moves or speaks, the only sound surrounding you is the one of your labored breathing.

Eventually, Tenya lifts his head to gaze into your hazy eyes, a drowsy yet loving expression on his face as he speaks, "are you okay sweetheart?"

_ "I'm perfect." your reply comes soft, languid, and laced with the afterglow's ecstasy, but the moment is cut short when he stirs beneath you, arms holding you securely as he stands up and shuffles his way towards your shared bedroom.

_ "Good, because I'm not done with you yet princess."

Every so often, Tenya Iida your beloved—usually the very picture of timidity, awkwardness, and sternness—reveals a bolder side of himself no one would ever believe existed.

You had accidentally left it open and the colors caught dekus eye. Usually you guard those pages of paper like a furious dragon, but he just had to take a second look, he couldn't help himself. Yes, it was unmistakable, his freckles, his eyes, his hero costume…. And then the speech bubble that said "I believe in you"…

Fuck.

You had made fan art of him.

His heartbeat was probably at 200 bpm by now, pumping all of his blood into his face, a vibrant pink radiating off of his cheeks. He really wasn't going to survive you, you were so full of surprises, so many facets, he could fill 40 notebooks with analysis and he'd still have plenty of secrets to uncover. And to see how you do the same in form of art? It had him weak in the knees.

He shouldn't have, but he flipped through it. Writing, collages, songs, poems, drawings, the pages were so full of love, it was threatening to spill out. The curve of his nose, how you taught him to wear mismatched socks, the patterns he absentmindedly traces across your back during late night embraces? It was commemorated right here.

He wants to spend his lifetime with you. To know you, to see you, to love you. And to let you do the same for him.

He quickly shut the sketchbook, taking a seat on your couch and impatiently waiting for you to finally come. He tried his best to hide his discovery but he tripped over every word, his hands were super fidgety and his blush only intensified with time so when he finally admitted what he saw and how much he loves you, you wanted to vanish. You buried your head in your hands, embarrassment seeping into your bones. Izuku didn't let that discourage him, he started peppering kisses all over your body until you two were giggling messes.

bakugo:

Bakugo dragged his boots along the familiar halls of your apartment complex. He was going to get started on dinner and maybe run a load or two (something you two had been neglecting lately).

He turned the key, the silly key chain you gave him jingling against the metal key ring. He kicked his shoes off and started your coffee machine, the buzzing faded into the background when he spotted something new on your living room shelf.

He immediately came closer to investigate the new addition to your home decor. It couldn't be, could it?

A heartfelt smile spread across his face when he saw his own body staring back at him - in 1/6th of his glory. There was a figurine of him.

It stood tall, next to pictures of you two smiling, dancing and on holiday. The base was beautiful, the details insanely intricate, a soft smile on his faux face. He could understand your thought process.

His heart was beating wildly in his chest. How long had it been here? Hidden between memories and promises of the future?

The last couple of times he was in your flat he was either in a rush or came home tired as a dog, he hadn't even noticed the sign of utmost love you silently put up in your living space.

He knew that you had some cute figurines in your bedroom, but this was different. This wasn't a joke, this wasn't to taunt him, this was truly honest support, love and pride. You took pride in him. He needed to sit down at that realization.

He truly has you on his side, someone to come home to when people misunderstand.

his raised voice or his harsh words. He truly has you. There's no reason for fear anymore.

shoto:

A sigh left shotos lip, finally patrol was over. He couldn't wait to wash the grime off of his body and snuggle into bed with you. He groaned and rubbed his temple, unlocking his phone . 4.12 am. He really hoped that you were fast asleep by now.

He stopped by the convenience store near your flat, browsing through the tea section as a yawn made his way past his lips. He bagged some green tea, black tea, hibiscus (since you said you wanted to try it sometime) and a few herbal mixes.

He knew that you were out of tea, since he made the last one before he left for work. But he couldn't wait to have the steaming cup between his hands, to sip and feel the tension leaving his body. It had become a ritual at this point, something to help him unwind, something to help him find his peace.

He had you to thank for it, always waiting up for him, snuggled up on the couch with a hot cup of tea on the coffee table. And as much as he loved that you took on this burden for him, he hated seeing you like that. He hated the yawns and dark undereye bags the following day. You had had lengthy discussions - you were saying that it didn't matter to you - that you did it because you loved him - but he wouldn't accept it.

You had promised to not wait up for him tonight and he turned the keys, quietly opening the door. The dark greeted him as he toed off his shoes, sliding his bag to the floor. When he made his way to the shower he saw something on the coffee table. A thermos?

There was a sticky note on it.

"Promise I didn't wait up"

A gentle smile spread on his face, he shook his head, pocketed the note. He opened the thermos and felt the steam against his face when he took a whiff. You had even gotten his favorite blend. And you made him his tea while respecting his wishes. He loves you so much it made him sick. And one thing was for certain: he was going to keep you close to his heart forever.

kirishima:

You and kirishima both had work tomorrow morning, you both knew this was a bad idea. And yet.

You were laying on his couch, the oppressive summer heat from the day was gone and only black skies and a gentle breeze remained. Your mixtape was playing in the background and you were occasionally singing along to the songs, or humming harmonies. But mostly you were talking to your lover.

It felt as if time didn't exist when the two of you conversed, as if the melodic laughter, your stomachs that jumped with each giggle and the love radiating off of you tore a hole into time and space - housing you two lovebirds.

The minutes slipped past you, every snort, cackle and snicker infinitely more valuable than hours in dreamland. That's how you found yourselves intertwined in the early morning hours, the sky having turned a light blue around you. You both knew the time to depart was approaching but you really would've given anything to just fall asleep in his strong arms instead.

Armed with a double espresso, kirishima and you made your way to your work places. He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before saying his goodbye. His eyes were already closing and yawn followed yawn, but he didn't have it in himself to be annoyed. In fact he was elated. Losing sleep was a good thing as long as you were the reason for it.

iida:

He was running late, he was exhausted and sweaty and he was running late. Running late to a really important date. Your one month anniversary. The worst part is that he knew you were probably already dolled up and that you had been buzzing with excitement for the past week, you just loved the thought of going to your favorite fancy restaurant again. One month. One beautiful month. A month full of clear, crisp, deep breaths after what felt like years of smog clouded lungs.

That's what makes it the worst, that hes sweaty, stinky, and late. Some stupid villain decided to make a commotion like 3 minutes before his shit ended and it had dragged on. On top of that he lost his phone and had no idea how to even tell you that he'd be late.

He was opening the door, expecting you to be in tears, or fuming. Upon opening your flats door with his spare key, he got hit with a heavenly smell. Your soft humming and the sizzling of a pan making a perfect duet.

Flowers in hand, tail between his legs and a heart pounding in his chest he came towards you.

"Tenya!"

You slung your arms around him, and pressed a passionate kiss to his lips, he was completely surprised.

"I'm so sorry I'm late baby- I was trying to come so fast- I tried calling but my phone- And I really meant to come on time but there was this villain-"

"Yeah, I saw! "

Your cheeky smile made him melt, but he still looked like a kicked puppy.

"Aww tenya it's okay! I saw that there was a chase on the news and i knew you were patrolling there! So i rescheduled the restaurant and decided to do this instead."

Iida looked at his feet, afraid that you would see the tears pooling in his eyes. You had memorized his routine? And were so understanding? And even though he fucked up and felt so guilty, you opted to work with it and make something beautiful despite the circumstances?

The bear hug that followed left you speechles.

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The blue morning light seeps through the blinds and now you're somehow on the other side of him.

Leg thrown over his as you snore softly into the crook of his neck, He huffs and looks at the clock again.

5:34 AM

He wraps his arms around you and holds you even tighter, placing soft kisses on your forehead.

You stir in your sleep, humming lowly as his hand draws light circles on your back, he notices you crack an eye open before shutting them and nuzzling into him more.

"My apologies, did I wake you?" He mumbles softly into your hairline.

"No.." your voice is small and raspy from sleep, you shake your head.

He places another kiss to your forehead, tightening his hold on you he carefully rolls over, bringing you with him, you whine from the sudden movement.

You rest your head on his bicep as he curls his arm around you, he nuzzles into you more, his chest pressed against your back.

"You've been tossing and turning all night." You mumble, placing a soft kiss on his bicep.

"Whats the matter?" You lean into him.

"It was just a hard day, nothing to worry about." He says softly, bringing his hand up to play with your hair.

He buries is face is your hair, rubbing his thumb back and forth on your hip, thinking of what to say. Nothing particular happened, it just felt like a hard day.

"You sure?" You question, intertwining your hand in his, arm limp under your head twitches to life to hold on to your hand.

"Yes." He kisses your head,

Laying in silence, his thumb goes back to tracing your hip, he presses his body into you more.

Seeking more of you and your warmth, he tries to flood his senses with you, keeping you pressed against him, shoving his face in your hair inhaling your scent.

Neither of you know how long you've been quiet for, half asleep and soaking in each other's company.

"Turn over." You mumble breaking the silence, "gonna rub your back."

He hums lowly before pulling his arms away, even under the covers you feel cold at the loss of his arms around you.

He turns to have his back towards you and you reach out, slowly rubbing your hand in circles on his back.

He feels the tension in his shoulders melt as you scratch and massage him, he sighs, letting the last bit of stress and tension escape him before he finally drifts off.

You continue to rub his back for a few more moments, drifting into sleep yourself but before you finally succumb to sleep, you sit up and glance over his shoulder.

His eyes are closed and soft breaths fall from his lips, you give a lazy kiss to his shoulder before plopping down behind him.

You press your chest to his back and wrap your arms around him, allowing yourself to fall back asleep.