#mhaxreader

Pairing:b.katsukixreader ft the bakusquad pt2

part 1

Tropes: fluff, class 2a, lots of chaos

Enjoy<3

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“YOU MADE ME WAIT OUTSIDE for the past thirty minutes in the scorching sun, do you know how bad that is for my skin I didn’t even have time to put on sunscreen today. Ughhh aunt mitsuki is soo gonna hear about this, NO just who.do.you.think.you.are. You’re soooo dead for this” she seethed letting all her rage out in one breathe

Almost as if Bakugo had been possessed by Iida he ran over to the new entity in the building

Everyone just watched mouths hanging wide open who was this and how was she threatening Bakugo and not dead?!!!

“Look baby I’m sorry, I swear it won’t happen again I was just gonnna get you when these idiots stopped me, I promise I’ll make it up to you, we can even go to that new cafe you wanted to try out today, kissing her cheek, just please don’t tell the old hag she already nagged my ear off the last time on how I don’t value you enough pleaseee y/n I’m sorry”

“Y/n” Izuku perked up at that

“OMG IZUUUU” she ran up to him and threw her arms around him “you’ve grown sooo much I feel like a proud mum” she added wiping a fake tear “I’ve missed youuu, I can’t believe you’re becoming such a great hero suki tells me all about you and all of his friends too” she waved shyly at the rest of the spectators

“Oh uhh heyy y/n I-I’ve missed you too” holding onto her hands like little kids did “when did you get back? and why didn’t you tell m-“

He was cut off by Katsuki growling behind them

“Oi deku you don’t gotta be so close to talk” he said glaring at him, Izuku obviously got startled at that and took a step back

But y/n cut him off this time…

“Shh katsuki the adults are speaking”

He glared but then it softened almost immediately and then he instantly shut up. (walk himm like a dog sisss walk him like a dogggg;)

“Oh I’ve been meaning to come over and see you but katsukis the one that was pushing it, I just got back a few weeks ago and been busy with the moving in and stuff ohh, we’re opening up the bakery again too, But this was meant to be a surprise until HE ruined it” she glanced over at Bakugo glaring at him playfully

“Hahah y/n it’s not his fault don’t be too harsh on him he was just about to leave when well he got caught up with something…”he murmured “this was such a pleasant surprise, we have to catch up one of these days”

“ for sureee izu just give me a call whenever you’re free”

Arms snaked around her waist possessively and a heavy head of blonde now rested on her head. “don’t we have somewhere to be dumbass”

“Oh yesss I almost forgot , anyways we have to get going the cafe closes at 6pm and we’re already behind schedule we’ve got to the grocery store for my apartment and suki promised to take me shopping too, it was soooo nice seeing you again izu”then she looked over at the rest. “We should totes meet up sometime I wanna get to know you all, suki tells me sooo much about you guys here’s my number let’s keep in touch”

They all agreed and mumbled quick “yeah’s” and took her socials, although y/n was a bit weirded out by how dazed and quiet they were compared to the stories katsuki told her but she shrugged it off,oh well maybe they’re just tired from all the hero work

“Kay, bye guys keep in touch!!”she gave air kisses to everyone, Bakugo was already near the entrance holding her bag, and they walked out hand in hand

A few minutes of pin drop silence followed

Everyone had taken to the couch now to digest what they had just witnessed. This was an illusion, it had to be there was no other explanation.That wasn’t Bakugo it was someone else in his body, a shapeshifter, a skin walker there was no fucking way, the thoughts raced through all their heads

Then kaminari broke the silence

“We all just saw that right? I’m not the only one RIGHT?” He emphasized

Everyone nodded at once

“PLEASE. HE SAID PLEASE AND SORRY IN THE SAME SENTENCE. KATSUKI FREAKING BAKUGO LORD EXPLOSION MURDER GOD DYNAMITE USED 2 MAGIC WORDS” Mina shouted chaotically in disbelief

“There’s no way that was bakubro guys it’s like he was under a spell there’s no way guys somethings up” kiri was in denial jirou and sero just shook their heads in agreement mhmhmh mhmmmm

At this Izuku let out a short laugh as he had been observing their expressions the whole time

“But you guys that’s how kacchan has always been around y/n” he let out a sigh “she grounds him I guess” he scratched the back of his neck

“And just how long has he been with y/n” Mina asked with curiosity and knit brows

he put his hand on his chin “Uhumm let’s seee, well since kindergarten”

“KI-KIN-KINDERGARTEN!” everyone shrieked

“Well y-yea I thought you all knew about her, she’s grew up with kachaan and I, until she had to move to the countryside cause of her dads job but before she left middle school kacchan and her officially got together . To be honest he’s always had a soft spot for her and couldn’t bear the thought of her leaving, I still remember the day she told us, he went on a full blown rage fit until she calmed him down and reassured him that she’d be back one day, guess she’s finally here for him, I’m happy for kachaan, now they can be together again” he smiled softly

“Oh shoot I was rambling again well anyways that’s y/n for you always full of life, I’m sure you guys would love to get to know her”

*Bakusquad-exe has stopped working*

Still not receiving any verbal response Izuku cleared his throat and let out a nervous laugh

“Ah-haha-ha I’m gonna go now”

and headed up to his room, as they continued staring into space replaying everything

A moment passed then Kami spoke up again

“How did Bakugo manage to get a girlfriend before me??! kaminari whined

They all face palmed

A FEW WEEKS LATER (in class)

~suki, ohhh sukiiiiii” kaminari and sero sung out in a girly voices, trying to get a rise outta Bakugo once again.

You see now the bakuquad had found leverage over katsuki, his very own Achilles heal and they were damn well juicing everything out of the whole dynamic.

“IM GONNA FUCKING KI-“

“KATSUKI BAKUGOU Oh no you won’t. YOU BETTER BE NICE TO THEM AND STOP BULLYING THEM” turns out Mina had rung up y/n right in time, she giggled menacingly

Katsuki immediately shut up AGAIN

“Mina would you be a dear and hand the phone over to him” y/n added softly

“Sure babes anything for you”

(Now on the phone)

“Suki if you don’t apologize to them right now you’re not gonna get any kisses from me this week”

“Wh-what, isn’t that a little extreme y-you don’t even know what they were doing” he tried to explain himself aggressively

“Oh I’ve heard enough now say sorry and be nice or I’ll add cuddles to it to”

“Aghhhhhh fine” he gave in at that

“NOW APOLOGIZE” she threatened “oh and put me on speaker I wanna hear it too”

Turning towards them he mumbled almost inaudbly “sorry”

“LOUDER Suki” he facepalmed

“M’ FUCKING SORRY geez woman”

Everyone took a step back at his outburst ,class was almost about to begin and even aizawa was tuning infrom his cocoon on the floor

“You happy?”He asked the phone now at his ear

“Mhmmm Ecstatic” she replied all bubbly

“I have to go see you later”

“Love you” she added

“Hmm yea m’love you too dumbass he murmured quickly” and dropped the phone hardly on to Mina’s desk, trudging back to his seat.

“Pftttt he’s soooo whipped”Kami and sero wheezed.

“that was soo manly bro” kiri whispered proudly

Now this exchange had undoubtedly perked the interest of the rest of the class which had just filled up completely and aizawa of course

(IN AIZAWAS HEAD)

Hmm maybe I should get this y/n person into UA seems like she’s the only one who can tame the problem child, I’ll ask Ashido to inquire if she’s interested in being an assistant,yea that’d be nice, Less work for me and more time to sleep. He internally grinned

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LUNCH HALL (the same day)

“Hmmmm hey Mina do you think y/n would give me Bakugos moms number” he asked mouth full of his sesame bun

”I mean you could ask her, let’s call her on the gc later tonight, oh the one without bakugo”

“OH FOR SURE” he added

*Bakugo overhearing this on his way to the table just face planted on the floor* :0

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hope y’all liked it

Thanks for all the love (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

Characters included:

Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki, Eijirou Kirishima, Ochako Uraraka

I think for the most part it should be gender neutral, but I could've slipped up and made some of it feminine so i'm super sorry!

Izuku Midoriya

Background: You've been flirting with each other for a couple of weeks now, but haven't put a label on anything.

"Which one do you think is better?" he smiled and held up two different figures. You looked at both the nearly identical figures then shot back up at him. "They look the same babe." you laughed as he looked down at the two allmight's in his hand. Izuku looked back up at you, his eyes furrowed down. "No they're not!" He said bluntly "This blonde is very clearly different from this one." He signaled to the figure in his right hand. "Also, these costumes are totally different." Izuku started going on a tangent, comparing the costume, how the colors were slightly different because of their undertones.

Five minutes through his little rant, you were already bored. Twirling your fingers through your hair, you began to wonder down to his lips. Without another thought, you pulled him in for a soft kiss that went on for maybe 20 seconds. By the time you pulled back, Izuku's face was fully red. He covered his face, a smile unintentionally creeping onto his face. "What was that for?"

"To get you to stop mumbling." You smiled at Izuku as you picked up one of the figures. "Get this one, I like the undertones better." He slowly put another one back, avoiding your eyes, blushing profusely.

Katsuki Bakugo

Background: Both been married for about 2 years, and you guys are watching the outsiders. (sorry for the people who haven't read/ watched it)

You were both on the couch, Katsuki's head in your lap, his face turned to the TV. Your hands ran through his spikey blonde hair. "You know, Ponyboy was way too overdramatic." He scoffed as his looked at the screen. "There was no reason to get that mad 'cause you got shoved by your brother." you looked down at him, your hands escaping his hair, earning a look from your husband. You picked up the remote to pause the movie. "Well, his brother shouldn't have been putting his hands on him, no matter how mad he was."

Katsuki got up from your lap to look at you. "My mom hit me, and I turned out just fine. That brat had what was coming to him, he came home late, and he was talking back. I think that's reason enough to be mad." he continuously kept talking about how Darry was in the right, and Ponyboy was some wild child who needed to be put in his place.

When he began to pass the one minute mark, you had enough. You took Katsuki by the chin and pulled him in for a kiss to get him to shut up. You got a glimpse of his confused and shocked face and laughed loudly at it. "What the hell was that?' he shouted as his fingers caressed his lips daintily. "I was tired of hearing you talk, you big dummy." You stated between laughs. Katsuki's head shot to your face quickly, a smiling forming like he was a little kid. He pounced on you, "You're not getting away with that you idiot." he chuckled softly, the warmth of his body warming yours as kisses landed all over your face.

Shoto Todoroki

Background: Dating for 3 years.

You and Shoto had been planning this date for months, it was at the nicest restaurant in all of Japan. You and him had drove for 2 hours to get there. The both of you had gone shopping prior to this date. You picked out a nice dark blue satin cocktail dress that hugged your waist nicely. Your boyfriend had gotten a tie that matched the color of your dress.

You both walked into the restaurant, Your heels making a clicking sound as you opened the door to get in. A smile coated your face as the sound of low chatter and violin playing in the distance made you feel at ease. You and Shoto walked over to the receptionist, she greeted you both and asked for the name on the reservation. When your boyfriend stated his name in his usual monotoned voice, the receptionist typed in the name onto her tablet. She looked up confused. "There isn't a reservation under the name 'Shoto Todoroki'"

Your boyfriend looked just as shocked as you were, "But thats impossible, we've had this reservation for more than a month!" You said worriedly. "I'm sorry ma'm, we don't have anything under that name, the only thing I can find is a reservation from last week." Shoto looked at you in shock as he cursed under his breath. "Okay, thank you miss." He said, as he walked out of the restaurant with you in his arm.

"I'm so sorry." He confessed as you both walked back to your car. When you sat in the car, he turned to you. "I'm sorry, I'm so very sorry, I didn't man to get the dates messed up. I've had so much on my mind.." He kept talking, as you listened to his apology deeply. "I didn't mean to do that, I wanted to make this date as perfect as possible, I just-" you pulled his tie in and kissed him slowly. When you pulled back you smiled at him. "it doesn't matter to me, you know that. We could go anywhere and you know I would still have fun. I wanted to go on this date because I wanted to be with you." you laughed and wiped his cheek with his thumb. "Hey, lets just go get tacos or something. Forget about this place."

Shoto's mouth curled into a smile as he pulled you into another kiss "I love you so much."

Eijirou Kirishima

Background + TW: Mentions of alcohol and weed, You guys are childhood best friends with a thing for each other. College age! You had a party in your dorm. You're both fried out your mind.

"Eijirou," You say giggling like a toddler on a sugar rush. "Can we go outside, its very loud in here." You say, your eyes squinted. He smiles, the whites of his eyes as red as yours. You both walk down the stairs and into the silent cold night. The two of you go behind the building together, laying your backs against the brick wall.

Eijirou opened a pack of cigarettes and offers one to you "You want one?" he said, quietly. You nod, digging into your pocket and pulling out a lighter. You it to your mouth, Eijirou doing the same. You flicked the lighter and fire came out as both of you putting your cigarettes to it. Smoke poured out of both of your mouth's as you laughed at the funny shapes it made.

You and Eijirou had been their for about 20 minutes and somehow ended up on the floor. You both turned to each other, looking at the others eyes, trying your hardest to make eye contact. "Your pupils are so big Eiji." You smiled, trying to poke his eye. He grabbed you hand, stopping you before you could do so. "Are you trying to kill me or something?" he flicked your forehead as laughter poured out of the both of you.

Both of you were extremely close, closer than friends should be.

"You know, your hair is so super cool." you touched the top of it. "Really? Thanks!" a huge smiled appearing onto his face. "I really like my hair, its a huge part of me, yah know." He backed against the building, his legs crossed. You followed him to the wall, pulling out another cigarette.

"You know, when I first had dyed my hair, back in middle school, I kinda did it impulsively." You turned to him, though the only thing keeping you occupied was his lips. They looked so soft and pretty. The blush pink color attracting you.

"Hey, Eijirou, you know what else is impulsive?" You said suddenly, before taking him by his shirt and kissing him. Your hands running through his hair as his much larger hands went to your waist.

When you had both pulled back, you both had a kiddish grin on your face. "Aww do we have to stop?" Eijirou said with a frown covering his face. He took your cigarette out of your mouth and threw it to the ground. Kissing you again, slower, but not loosing any of the original passion.

Ochako Uraraka

Background: Dating for 4 years, engaged for 4 months.

You and Ochako were getting married in 2 months, so you decided to go to a local bakery to pick out a flavor for your wedding cake. You walk in, hand in hand and go over to the baker. He was a sweet looking man with gray hairs popping out the side of his hat. He greeted the both of you and asked what the occasion was.

"Its a wedding! We're getting married after almost 5 whole years of dating!" Ochako excitedly announced, then shying away in embarrassment after realizing how loud she had been. "Oh? A wedding? That sounds fun! Save me an invite fellas!" He joked with the two of you, the both of you laughed along with him.

"So ladies, what are we thinking about? Do we have any flavors in mind?" The baker said with a smile, dusting some left over flour off his hands and onto his apron. "So our wedding is on the beach, meaning we're going to need something tropical." you tell him, resting your arm onto your soon-to-be wife's shoulder. "And guess what? Its going to be during a meteor shower!" Ochako squealed with a huge smile covering her face. "So I'm sure you can guess how we want the outside of our cake." you say, rubbing the back of your head, laughing softly.

The old man sat you and Ochako down at a table, bringing you both cakes he think you'd like based on the theme. The first cake was a strawberry cake, with a creamy vanilla frosting. Ochako gushed at the pretty pink color it gave off, stating it was her favorite. You just sat and stared at her big brown eyes. You blushed softly at how cute she looked eating her cake so happily.

The second one was orange flavored, you both ate it, both your eyebrows raising in shock as you looked at each other with a grin. The cake was delicious and melted into your mouth. Your fiance clearly agreed with you, since she had shoved the whole slice into her mouth and started reaching for yours. Ochako began to talk about the cake, complimenting anything she could think of. You began to stare at her again, though now, looking at the tiny piece of cake on her lip.

Could you please do and platonic Aizawa x daughter reader?

His daughter is in her teen years so she is being like really rebel and all that so they fought a lot, but one day she just breaksdown during one fight and starts crying and apologizing for being a shitty daughter?

I have been avoiding this for so long, and it's all because I have no idea how aizawa would handle something like this. because it goes against everything that Aizawa would try and teach his kid so this may be a little forcefully written, apologies.

TW : unhealthy parenting, mental illness, some suicidal thoughts, probably angsty shit, I dunno, read at your own risk.

We can start this by walking through how this may start in the first place. I think the best place to start is that reader's mom left her and Aizawa when she was very young, and Aizawa, assuming here he didn't understand how to properly tell her why her mother left her, never tells her why.

Now reader is very young so she might blame one of two things.

herself

her father

While both instances would technically work, I think the more favorable option is she blames herself since a young child would probably never blame an adult they look up to and hold dear as the problem.

Up to this point her father has been really kind to her so the only other variable is her, this spirals into social anxiety, low self esteem, and depression. all of which don't help when you have an absent mother and a neglectful father who is both a teacher and a full time hero, which leaves little to no room for children.

(this is also why I think it isn't realistic for Aizawa to keep Eri or a child without another non-hero caretaker. Fight me, I dare you.)

As time goes on, and this child becomes a teenager, she might not know how to properly express her feeling and after being misguided by factors like the internet, other adults, and "friends" she might take out the feeling of being abandoned on her closest caretaker and another source of her problems; Aizawa.

if you purposely yell at him or start arguments it's not going to be very fun because Aizawa has this complex where if his students or other heros represent incompetence or arrogance he expels them or ignores him rather than explaining it to them and helping them improve, this is especially with students.

and since he lacks a true connection with you as his daughter mainly because of his job(s) and past with Oboro which he is still trying to heal from keeping him from bonding with you, he'll treat you as a student like the rest of the teenagers he knows. and even then, you may actually be treated worse than his students because while he interacts with them daily, he interacts with maybe 1 hour every other day.

so from all that he simply ignores you, just stops interacting with you entirely, he's too tired for your bullshit. this action makes the wedge between you two even worse.

if you keep persisting though he will yell back but it's often really short and really loud. something like "SHUT UP" a cold "I don't care." before slamming the door in your face. He knows it's probably not right to do that to your daughter but let's face it. you're just this annoying teenager he legally has to live with if he doesn't want to lose his hero and teaching license.

this is where things actually get very interesting, because let's assume he stops approaching you entirely, you just live in the same house nothing more than that, and while you may act like you hate your father for ruining your family and neglecting you all your life on the outside, remember, you're still that little kid in second grade that blames yourself for your mother leaving and your father not caring for you.

so let's say you realize this and go back to blaming yourself for everything like you did when you where a kid but since your father stopped talking to you entirely explaining your faults to him maybe difficult.

this where my personal experiences come in, I've actually had this happen to me in my own life, and I truely hope that you'll enjoy it. thank you.

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why is it that the voices are the loudest in the dead of night?

the moon is gone, the birds are silent, there isn't a single light that shines on your tear streaked face, puffly, swollen, sad, just sad.

years of confusion, neglect, a lack of love in it's purest form.

all because of you.

it's all because of you.

it's sings so prettily, like it's a church choir spreading the word of the lord like it's common knowledge.

it's common knowledge that you are a terrible person!

it cackles.

the urge to strangle yourself to finally feel some relief has never been stronger.

lie awake in the dead of night, in pitch darkness, a proper scenery to match ones broken and cracked soul, be careful, you might hurt yourself, again.

however, one cannot weep in their wallows forever.

the night has to make way for the morning sun.

and a relaxed self pity has to make way to dread.

dread.

dread of him, he who you blame for everything, everything you know is your fault.

it's all your fault.

a click at the door,

the creak of the old wood and the hinges never oiled.

mild thumping footsteps that wander around the apartment that can barely hold your overflowing buckets of tears.

you can mumble out all your pleas.

pleas that this is all a terrible nightmare and your real life is actually one with a kind and loving mother and a supportive and encouraging father.

mumble out the little lies that you made up all these years to make yourself feel worse and other better.

"it's pointless to keep trying."

"I wish I wasn't here."

"why can't I just be happy?"

"it's all my fault,

it's all my fault,

it's all my fault."

the thin walls don't do those in mourning justice though.

for the wind is calm, the branches don't dare to move, the owls, the bats, the sleeping heros in training downstairs don't make a peep.

for the only ones alive, awake, aware, is a man beaten down and broken by society serving as it's protector, ignoring the one in most need of protection all this time. With him is a girl. a girl that's scared, scared of her mirror image that haunts her, a girl who's cried an ocean, screamed a thousand wails of pain, a girl lost in her own heart,

"No wonder no one loves you."

you lie again.

but keen ears trained from years of work with villains hears you, for the first time, he hears you.

not the rebellious teen he's seen yell out strings of pure hatred and fiery insults like he's her own worst enemy.

it's the girl who he saw waiting on the steps to their apartment all those years ago. waiting for her mama to come back home with the promise of cupcakes.

it's the girl who never smiled for the remainder of elementary school.

it's the girl who's heart withered way that autumn evening.

he heard the softest little voice in the dead of night. he heard his daughter cry

"No wonder no one loves you."

.

.

.

"But I love you."

for that whole night, for that whole night.

the peace was disturbed.

for that whole night, it seemed that the moon shone once again.

it may not be the sun. but it'll do for now.

Aizawa walked away shortly after that.

leaving a little girls and her mirror image to ponder.

ponder.

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Afterwards I don't think he'd talk about it too much, he's proabably approach you after breakfast the next morning and tell you "you can talk to him about it if you want." but not much more than that

he definitely would change his practices though. like getting you a therapist, taking the weekends off in favor of being around the house more.

he'll let you get used to his presence first like one would with a cat, and one day. maybe years later, or tomorrow, you'll talk to him.

you'll tell him you love him too.

and maybe.

just maybe.

the world will stop,

No CW, just cute shoto yearning.

Shoto doesn’t remember exactly how you convinced him to download TikTok.

He just remembers a random day in your third year—your knee bumping his under the common room table while you guided him through the sign-up screen like it was mission-critical and the way you laughed when he stared too long at the username box.

“Okay,” you’d said, tapping the phone with a decisive little nod. “@.halfh0thalfc0ld. Iconic.”

Now, even after graduation, somehow, it had become routine.

Every night, lights off and phone dimmed. He’d scroll for hours with the same detached calm he used during paperwork at his agency —nothing really interesting, just… passing time. He only followed four accounts… you, Asheido— who basically bullied him into it the second she found out, Midoriya— who had appeared on his FYP mid-rant about a collector’s edition All Might figure and somehow earned a follow, and the Class A band page Jiro and Kaminari ran, where they posted practice videos and concert clips.

His algorithm knew him better than he liked, funny cats, soba recipes, and hopecore edits.

And then, occasionally— You. 

Your account was popular, you posted often, and many fans had already followed you.

A video of you would slide onto his screen, and his heart would do something annoying and unfamiliar, stutter like it couldn’t decide if it wanted to explode or stop.

Sometimes it was you dancing—usually with Asheido, Asui, or Uraraka. Sometimes it was a “get ready with me” video that made him feel strangely… calm, like watching you exist was its own kind of quiet. But his favorites were the simplest ones. Just you, messy hair, soft lighting, lip-syncing a song you like.

The worst part was what it did after.

He’d spend the next three to seven business days memorizing the lyrics. Not even on purpose—his brain would just loop the words until they were carved into him. Then the dopamine would run out, and he’d be left with a ringing earworm and melodies that haunted his playlist like unfinished conversations.

It was late. Much later than either of you should be awake.

He was halfway through a cat video when a notification popped up.

@.Y/nOnCloud9 just posted.

Shoto stared at it longer than necessary.

His thumb hovered.

It wasn’t like he had to click it. He could scroll past. He could be normal. He could sleep.

His thumb tapped anyway.

Your face filled his screen—soft and close, framed in warm light. A blue cardigan hung off one shoulder like it had slipped there naturally. Your hair was messy, the kind of messy that looked lived in, and you were still… painfully beautiful in a way that made his chest tighten.

You lip-synced slowly to atmospheric chords, eyes half-lidded, voice unheard but somehow still felt. You subtly danced.

Keep my girls protected I'm turned on when I'm respected For my planet, for my daughters Make my music, drink my water

Shoto’s thumb hit pause without him thinking.

Because behind you—your room.

He’d never seen it this clearly. Polaroids scattered across the wall like a constellation of memories. Fairy lights wrapped around your bed frame. A pile of books stacked beside your bed, your room was lived-in. Like a secret you weren’t trying to hide—your stuffed cow plush tucked into the blankets.

He stared.

Something about it felt… too intimate. Like he’d walked into a space he hadn’t earned.

His throat moved in a quiet swallow.

He unpaused.

So I watch you do your magic You're so cool, so charismatic Supernova, sip your soda Yeah, I really think I love you, Lola You were on my mind all night I hope you know that (Lola, Lola) You don't even have to try I want you so bad (Lola, Lola)

He let it play once.

Then again.

Then a third time—because the words weren’t the problem, it was the way your mouth shaped them. The way your eyes softened on I really think I love you like you meant it, even if you didn’t.

Something ridiculous started forming in his head.

He found himself studying your lips like he was analyzing a combat pattern.

Lola…

He mouthed it quietly along with you, testing the name like it was a code.

Lo-La.

But it didn’t sit right. The syllables didn’t match what he was seeing.

He paused. Replayed. Rewound.

Watched again, slower.

“Lola,” his brain insisted.

No.

Not Lola.

Your mouth didn’t make an L.

He replayed it again, eyes narrowing, like if he focused hard enough the truth would show itself in high definition.

Yeah, I really think I love you…

Your lips formed a softer sound. A breathier start. A shape he knew too well because he’d heard it said with exasperation and laughter and that casual affection you used like it wasn’t dangerous.

Not Lo.

Sho.

His ears and neck went hot.

His pulse jumped so hard it felt like it knocked against his ribs.

He rewound again like that would fix it.

It didn’t.

Because now he couldn’t unsee it.

Yeah, I really think I love you, Shoto.

His stomach dipped.

It was insane. It was probably wrong. It was definitely—definitely—just his brain being… weird.

Except his chest felt too full. Except he’d watched it three times and his heart had reacted the same way every single time.

He didn’t just believe you’d sung it about him.

He wanted you to.

The realization settled in his bones with uncomfortable clarity.

He wanted you.

Not in the vague, distant way he’d tried to label it before. Not in a “she’s my friend” way. Not in a “she’s a valuable team player” way.

In a please say my name again way.

His thumb moved on its own and double-tapped the screen.

A heart bloomed bright red.

Shoto froze.

Because the like count ticked from 0 to 1.

He was the first like.

His eyes widened a fraction. His breath caught.

“…Dammit,” he muttered under his breath—too late, because it was already done.

The video looped.

He didn’t stop it.

Instead, almost against his better judgment, he tapped the speech bubble.

The comment section loaded—light, bright, and immediately violent.

Asheido’s profile picture popped up near the top like a jump scare.

@.PinkyQueen67: EXCUSE ME????? 😭💗 @.PinkyQueen67: WHO IS LOLA????? 👀👀👀 @.PinkyQueen67: GIRL WHY ARE YOU SINGING THIS LIKE YOU MEAN IT 🫶🔥

Shoto’s thumb went still.

He scrolled.

Jiro’s comments were next, merciless in the way only she could be—short, sharp, and aimed directly at the jugular.

@.EarphoneJackOG: “Lola.” Sure. @.EarphoneJackOG: Also your cardigan is literally running from you girl. 🙄 @.EarphoneJackOG: Name drop next time. Be brave.

Shoto felt his face heat up again, like Kyoka had reached through the screen and grabbed the secret out of his chest.

More replies stacked under Asheido’s like a growing pile of gasoline.

@.PinkyQueen67 :(replying to herself): WAIT WAIT WAIT… @.PinkyQueen67: IS LOLA A CODE NAME??? 😳 @.PinkyQueen67: Blink twice if it’s someone we know 🥰 @.PinkyQueen67: I’m gonna explode. I’m literally gonna explode.

And then under Jiro’s.

@.EarphoneJackOG: If “Lola” is who I think they are, I’m gonna commit high octane baptism. @.EarphoneJackOG: jk. but also not jk.

Shoto’s throat went dry.

He stared at that line so long the screen dimmed, and he had to tap it to wake it back up.

He scrolled further, and there you were in the replies, trying to play innocent while digging your own grave.

@.Y/nOnCloud9: y’all are so dramatic it’s a SONG 😭 @.Y/nOnCloud9: also stop bullying my cardigan it’s COMFY @.Y/nOnCloud9: and Lola is… Lola. 🧍‍♀️

Asheido immediately pounced.

 @.PinkyQueen67: THAT ANSWER IS ILLEGAL.  @.PinkyQueen67: “Lola is Lola”??? GIRL.  @.PinkyQueen67: I’m coming to your flat. Unlock your door. 🏃‍♀️💨

Jiro followed with the kind of comment that sounded calm but carried the threat of a guillotine.

 @.EarphoneJackOG: You know we can hear your lies through the screen, right?  @.EarphoneJackOG: Drop the name or I’m telling Kaminari you’re in love.

Shoto’s ears burned so hard he could feel it in his neck.

Because… because what if—

He scrolled back up to the top again, watching your mouth shape the lyric on loop, and he couldn’t stop the thought that kept pushing forward like it belonged.

Not Lola.

Shoto.

He wanted—stupidly, selfishly—he wanted you to do it again.

He wanted you to sing it clearly.

He wanted you to say his name without a filter, without a code name, without pretending it was “just a song.”

He wanted you to mean it.

Shoto stared at the comment box for a moment, thumb hovering like it did whenever he was about to do something reckless.

He didn’t type.

He didn’t know what he could possibly say that wouldn’t explode his life.

So instead he did the only safe thing his body would allow.

He watched the video again.

Slower.

And somewhere down the hall, he could almost picture it, Asheido storming, driving to your flat, Jiro with her arms crossed, Kaminari beside her, both of them hunting the truth like it had a bounty on it.

Shoto swallowed hard, locked his phone, and set it face-down on his pillow like it had betrayed him.

smut ꒰ agedup! Izuku Midoriya x afab!reader ꒱

Izuku loves the smell of your pussy.

It's a vagina. It doesn't smell like anything else. it smells like pussy, and that's why he likes it so much.

He already told you that he loves your smell, your expensive perfume all over your skin, or the scent of your fruity shampoo flowing through your hair. But this, this is diferent.

The first time he smelled your pussy was during his first time fingering you, he wasn't face to face with your cunt, but he could felt that particular smell

Moisty, fleshy and slightly sweet. That sweet and addictive fragrance of your most intimate place. Your real smell. And it became his guilty pleasure.

Why would he want you to know?! What if you think he is some kind of creepy pervert? (He, indeed, is. A little bit. But he is) It's easy for him to hide it (No it's not. You already noticed)

It's simple. The way he INHALES while he's eating you out, it's normal to get so hard just by this? hell yeah, he's literally MOANING while burrying his nose in your cunt.

But- that's okay, right? But God. He definitely feels so guilty about these ones.

He loves to lay in your lap! But you noticed that he gets more nervous about it than before. Yes, at first he was embarrassed about more intimate physical affection, but why now?

Maybe because Izuku can't stop feeling a little bit of your essence through your clothes...

Being so close to your core, It's intoxicating.

What a pervert! he thinks for himself

He even thought about sniffing your panties, but immediately smacked himself for being a total PERVERT!

Pervert. Pervert. Pervert.

If you find it hot, please give him a pair of your dirty panties! He would deny at first, but insist a little bit and he will fall.

Just imagine the poor boy stroking his cock while silently whining and sniffing into your dirty underwear. Fucking the fabric wrapped around his shaft. He feels like a disgusting pervert.

And he is.

But he can't stop, it's so overwhelming! Your boy is in love with the smell of your pussy! don't blame him, you know you kinda like it.

Thanks for reading <3

Erm.. hey y'all! This my first post on here so PLEASE BE NICE 😞...

Any constructive criticism is greatly appreciated!!

Summary: You're invited by your best friend Mina to the club, you think you won't meet anyone interesting but to your surprise, you do.. Some notes: you're gender neutral but has girlalala parts!!, Izuku is asian & hispanic! I think that's it tho... :)

TW!!: Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Spanking, Shotgun Kissing, Creampie 🙃

✨ NEW STORY DROP ✨

(F1 x Reader | Lando Norris AU | Slow Burn + Power Imbalance)

Title: Flight Risk

Chapter 1: Terms of Arrangement

Monaco glittered like a promise it never intended to keep. Between tram rides, unpaid simulator hours, and a bank balance that mocked her ambition, (Y/n) was running out of runway. Becoming a pilot meant sacrifice, but no one warned her how lonely it would feel to want something this badly in a city built for people who already had everything.

One suggestion. One app. One decision she never thought she’d make.

What she expected was desperation dressed as luxury. What she found instead was Lando—measured, private, and offering an arrangement that came with boundaries instead of demands. Money without ownership. Time without obligation. Kindness without explanation.

Until reality collided with the truth she hadn’t bothered to search for.

——————————————— 💬 "You’re seventeen, (Y/n). You’re… brilliant. Funny. So grounded. And it terrifies me that I even think about you the way I do." ———————————————

Not all risks come with turbulence. Some change the course of your life quietly—one coffee, one envelope, one unasked question at a time.

📖 A story about ambition, survival, quiet generosity, and the moment you realize the man helping you fly has been living at impossible speeds all along.

📝 Note from the Author: Hi, my dear Alarwynnites 🧡🖤

I’m finally back, freshly escaped from my first semester of university. Not gonna lie, it was exhausting but also very worth it. I survived (barely), learned a lot, and somehow made it through multiple research subjects without completely losing my mind… which honestly deserves a medal HAHAHA.

Overall though, I had a really good time, and now that things have settled down a bit, I can finally write again. I’ve missed this so much. I’m excited to start creating new titles for all of you.

I am thinking of diverting a little from Formula 1 (not leaving it, don’t worry) but maybe expanding the universe a bit. Possibly some anime titles (KNY, MHA 👀), maybe even K-pop idols, or exploring other drivers in Formula 1 beyond just Lando. Nothing too drastic, just following where the inspiration goes.

Thank you, truly, for still being here and supporting me even when I went quiet. Your patience means more than you know. Love you all, always 🧡🖤