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whispering-ways · 3 months

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•☆ミ rain check ☆彡•

♡ summary: you and luffy have a date planned out for the evening, but after a tiring day and a shift in weather, plans change for the better.

♡ pairing: luffy x reader (established relationship)

♡ tags: no warnings, just fluff :)

♡ notes: i'm sorry for taking so long to write a new fic guys! it's my last semester for my bachelor's degree so i've been swamped with grad applications and work for my senior classes. thanks for being patient and i hope you guys like it <3

You were adding the final touches to your makeup when you heard Luffy enter your apartment, his heavy footsteps letting you know he’d come home.

“Y/N?” he called out. “You here?”

“Yeah I’m just getting myself ready in the bedroom,” you respond. He enters and flops down on the bed, looking completely exhausted. “Had a rough day, babe?”

You get only an exasperated sigh in response, which tells you all you need to know. You walked over to the closet, pulling out some heels that you hoped would go well with your outfit.

“You look so pretty. I can’t wait to take you out! It's gonna be awesome! Are you excited for our date?” Luffy asks, beaming at you and turning his head to the side to see you better.

You paused. To be completely honest, it had been a tiring day for you as well and you were truly worn out. You had spent hours conducting tests and repairing lab equipment, leaving you craving nothing more than to unwind.

However, both you and Luffy had been looking forward to this date for months; he was thrilled when you proposed the idea. It didn't feel right to call it off just because you were tired. Besides, you loved spending time with him so you didn’t mind going out even though you were a little beat.

“Yeah, of course, I’m excited! Plus it gives me a reason to get all dolled up for you and you know how I love doing that,” you reply with a soft smile.

With a grunt, Luffy hoisted himself out of bed, shuffling over to you. He envelops you in a hug, resting his head against your neck and kissing just below your ear. You chuckle at the sensation, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before ruffling his hair. “Isn’t it time for someone to start getting ready?” you ask with a smirk.

He let out a deep sigh as he lifted himself off of your shoulder. "Yeah, you're right, babe. Let me just hurry up and get ready. Just give me like 15 minutes, okay?" He said with a cheerful smile, looking down at you lovingly. You press a soft kiss to his lips and head over to the living room to give him some time to get dressed.

You head over to the living room, sinking into the couch as you scroll through your phone while waiting for Luffy. The clunking of his heavy footsteps breaks the silent atmosphere of the room as you send him random videos here and there. However, it didn't take long for that to bore you, so you decided to stretch out to relax.

When a few raindrops began to fall outside of the window, your neck craned up to glance at the dampening window. You mumbled to yourself, "This is the worst time for rain. I'm too tired to get all soaked in the rain."

When Luffy finally finishes getting ready, he steps out into the living room and takes a seat next to you on the couch. "Ready to go sweetheart?" he asks with a grin.

You let out a dramatic sigh as you pull yourself off of the couch to sit upright. Luffy chuckles as he draws you in close, settling into a comfortable silence. You lay your head on his shoulder, finding comfort in his embrace.

Despite being excited to plan the date and enjoying getting dolled up, something about today was just too draining. Hope filled your heart that Luffy would sense something was wrong, but knowing his oblivious nature, you knew that you’d probably have to spell it out for him.

Luffy kissed the top of your head and looked towards the window. Although it’d barely been a couple minutes, the rain seemed to have grown more intense, now leaning towards a heavy storm. "Hey," he inquired, turning his attention back towards your face. "It's raining pretty hard outside, isn't it?"

You rose up, turning to look towards the window as well. You perk up, looking at how bad the rain’s gotten. “Maybe we really will be staying at home,” you thought to yourself as you turned towards Luffy, speaking aloud to him now. "Yeah, the rain is really heavy, isn't it?" You continue with a shrug, adding, "I wonder if our umbrellas will be able to withstand the harsh weather."

Luffy looks at you, noticing the hopeful gaze in your eyes and the way you had now nestled closely to him. He understood precisely what that meant. "Hey," he said, gently resting a hand on your shoulder. "I know we've planned this date out, but do you want to do a rain check? Maybe we should just stay in tonight instead."

You light up like a Christmas tree, but try your best to cover your excitement. “Yeah sure, can we cuddle up and watch a movie or something instead?”

A soft and knowing smile spreads across Luffy’s face as he speaks to you. "Of course babe," he replies, reassuringly. "Just get all cozy in bed, and I'll make some snacks for us. Okay?" His gentle and caring way of speaking makes your heart melt with butterflies, and your face cannot help but break into a grin.

You nod excitedly, rushing to the bedroom to get comfortable. Without hesitation, you change into sweatpants and a t-shirt and then dive back into bed, wrapping yourself tightly in your warmest blankets.

Luffy heads to the kitchen and reaches into the fridge, fetching a box of frozen jalapeno poppers. He tosses a few pieces into the air fryer, then leans against the counter and waits for the familiar chime of the machine to go off. Somewhere in him, Luffy knew that the evening might conclude like this. After dating you for over a year, he knew you like the back of his hand.

When he checked the morning forecast and saw that it was going to rain, he knew that you would want to snuggle up together. Every time it rained, you'd always snuggle up like a cat with your blanket and look for something to unwind so seeing you so excited to relax together was no surprise to him.

However, he also knew that you wouldn't bring it up because you didn't want to disappoint him by canceling the date. But at the end of the day, Luffy didn’t care whether you went out or not; he was just happy that he got to spend time with his favorite person. And to be honest, he was pretty exhausted himself.

The chime of the fryer brings Luffy out of his thoughts. He takes a plate and adds the poppers, along with some ketchup and a few of your preferred spicy chips, before heading into the bedroom.

Your face brightens as soon as you spot Luffy walking in with a plate of food. The movie was already playing when he climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. Enveloped by his warmth, you snuggled closer to him, laying your head on his chest.

You were in pure bliss, with Luffy's body warmth and the softest blankets keeping you perfectly snug. You turned over, grabbing your laptop and gently placing it in between you two along with the plate full of snacks.

After a couple moments of looking through options, you both settled on the latest Puss in Boots movie. You had both come across a few ads about it and talked about watching it, so you and Luffy decided to give it a shot.

A few minutes in showed that it was a good decision. Glancing over at Luffy, you noticed his focused expression as he watched the screen with brows. You turned back to look at the movie, but the only thing you could concentrate on is how happy you were that it started raining.

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whispering-ways · 5 months

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⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾★ falling asleep - pt. 2 ★☾⋆⁺₊⋆

✶ summary: you're mike's babysitter and you spend night after night taking care of abby. tonight you're exhausted and mike's the one taking care of you.

✶ pairing: mike schmidt x reader

✶ tags: no warnings, just fluff :)

✶ notes: a couple of people have requested me to make a part 2, so here it is! hope you guys like it :) i also just updated my Ao3, so please take a look there too <3

Mike felt the sunshine filtering through his curtains before he could fully wake up. Last night was the best sleep he'd ever gotten. He feels a warmth coming from nearby. "Thank God; the heater is finally fucking working," he thought.

He stretched his limbs or at least tried to. Right in his arms is you, cozied up right into his side and head rested on his arm. At first, he tries to pull his arm away, but after a couple of unsuccessful attempts, he accepts his fate and slumps back into the bed.

He racked his brain, trying to figure out how you got into his bed. After a couple of moments, he vaguely remembered how he carried you to bed after watching you fall fast asleep on the couch. At first, he was a little bit shocked that he’d be so forward, but he didn’t regret it.

After all, he wasn’t even able to pay you yet and you still took good care of Abby for him. The least he could do was give you a comfortable place to rest your head. Besides, he’d be lying if he said you hadn’t nestled your way into his heart. You just made his life easier, and he really liked you for that. You gave him peace even if it meant troubling you.

As he glanced in your direction, the gentle caress of sunlight tracing the contours of your face, casting a radiant glow upon you. There you were, serene as ever; he couldn't shake the feeling that he was trespassing upon a sacred moment.

A longing surged within him, an inexplicable desire to cradle you in his arms, if only for the briefest moment until you stirred awake. "Fuck it, she’s already on my arm anyway," he mused. He wrapped his other arm around you, pulling your body mere inches away from his chest.

Nestled against his chest, it felt as if you had found your sanctuary, snug and secure in his embrace—an endearing sight that tugged at Mike's heartstrings. Gently tucking a stray wisp of hair behind your ear, he couldn't help but release a contented sigh, savoring the delightful warmth of your presence.

As he surrendered to the joy of holding you close, a glance downward revealed a soft smile on your face, a tender expression that sent his heart aflutter. If he wasn’t so sleepy, he was sure that his cheeks would be flushed pink.

Nestling his head just above yours, he slowly closed his eyes, settling into the comfort of your embrace. There was nowhere Mike would rather be than right there in your arms. However, he wasn’t ready to fall asleep just yet. After a brief pause, he decided to set aside hesitation and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

He hoped one day in the future he’d be able to do that when you were awake. But that’d be a problem for when the both of you woke up. For now, he was just happy he got to sleep with you and he fell asleep.

He hoped one day he could muster the courage to make a move to do the same when you were awake, but for now, he settled back into his pillow. It didn’t take too long for Mike to fall asleep, a smile on his face that matched yours.

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whispering-ways · 6 months

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Hear me out. Softdom!Mike (fnaf) takes you to work with him and wants you to cockwarm him while he looks over the cams

˖⁺‧₊˚♡ checking the cameras ♡ ˚₊‧⁺

◉ summary: mike takes you to work, but you become incredibly bored incredibly quick. luckily, Mike has a solution for that.

◉ pairings: mike schmidt x reader

◉ tags: cockwarming, nicknames like love and baby

◉ notes: anon I literally adore you for this, i know in my bone marrow that Mike is a soft Dom!!! hope you like this short fic!

You were always a fan of true crime since you were little. So when your boyfriend, Mike, offered for you to come with him during a shift, you jumped at the opportunity. I mean the place was just riddled with mystery; I mean missing children at an entertainment place? You knew there had to be some sort of clue to what had happened so many years ago and you were going to get to the bottom of it.

You were expecting a fun night of snooping around, but Mike had said that was absolutely not allowed. It was understandable; he was working hard at this gig and he couldn't have anything fuck it up for him.

Nevertheless, it actively killed any excitement the pizzeria once had. It didn't take long for you to become absolutely mind-numbing bored. You'd practically done everything you could in Mike's office. Flip through manuals, make paper swans out of old napkins, watch the training VHS tapes, there was nothing more you could do within that office.

"Well, almost nothing," you thought, looking over to Mike. You had to admit, he looked pretty good in a uniform and it's not like you had anything better to do. You walked over to his chair and climbed in his lap, thighs trapping him down to his seat.

His focus shifted from the cameras to you, moving his hands to hold you up from the small of your back. "What's up love?" he asks with a soft but tired smile.

"Babe~!" you said dragging out each syllable. "I'm so bored...can I please just ride you?" you whine.

Mike's face flushes red, but it slowly leaves as he lets out a tired sigh. "As much as I'd love that, and truly I would, I'm too fucking tired for that and plus I've gotta watch these cameras baby."

You didn't want to push him, so you nod your head, dissapointment written all over your face. You lay your head in the crook of his neck; if you couldn't have his dick inside you, you were at least gonna cuddle him.

Mike hated to see you upset like this. How could he concentrate on work when his love was in his arms feeling so sad? He patted your back, making you sit back up. "Why don't you just cockwarm me for a bit love? Itd be nice to have you around me while I look at the cameras."

You nodded enthusiastically, happy at the compromise. You quickly reached to pull your shorts off, leaving you in your panties as you ground down on his crotch. Mike put his hands on your hips, pulling you up just enough for him to unzip and push his pants down just enough for you to have access to him. He placed you back in his lap gently and you conrinued to grind down on him, feeling his erection poke through his boxers.

It didn't take long for you to pull down your panties and line yourself up with Mike, impatient to have him inside you. You slowly slipped the tip in, hissing at the stretch.

"Fuck baby, you're so tight~" Mike groaned out. You loved how raspy his voice would get every time you both messed around. You slipped all of him inside you, finally bringing your hips down to his. His dick filled you up in all the right places; although it was average in size, it made up in length with thickness.

Instinctively, you started to raise your hips to ride him, before feeling Mike's hands on your side again, pulling you back down roughly. "Remember you're just cockwarming. Don't disobey okay? If you're good for me, maybe we can mess around later after my shift."

"Ugh~ fine," you say reluctantly, sinking back into his chest.

He chuckles at how much you wanted him. "Good girl," he says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

Something about being so close to Mike managed to make you sleepy and although you did your best to prevent it, you felt your eyes close.

You woke up to Mike tapping your back again to let you know it was time to go back home. You look up at him groggily before noticing you'd been cockwarming him all shift. Mike wordlessly helped put your clothes back on and led you back to his car, letting you sleep in the back seat as he drove him.

After checking in on Abby and sending the babysitter away, he brought you to his bedroom, gently laying you down on his bed. You instinctively pull the blanket around you, only to have it ripped away a few seconds later, the cold air now jolting you awake.

You look up to see Mike above you, blanket in hand and a smile stretched across his face. "Baby you can't go to sleep just yet. I have to reward you for being so good don't I?" he said in a low voice.

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whispering-ways · 6 months

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⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾★ falling asleep ★☾⋆⁺₊⋆

✶ summary: you're mike's babysitter and you spend night after night taking care of abby. tonight you're exhausted and mike's the one taking care of you.

✶ pairing: mike schmidt x reader

✶ tags: no warnings, just fluff :)

✶ notes: i haven't finished the fnaf movie, but i've been a fan of the series for such a long time and i absolutely love it so far!! here's a short little fic that i've been thinking about for a couple days; i just really like the babysitter reader headcanon and had to write something with that <3

You gaze at the clock, which read 3:26 a.m. You sighed in disappointment. Although only a few minutes had passed by, it seemed like it’d be forever till Mike came home. You’d spent all night taking care of Abby and as lovely as she was, you were exhausted.

The whole night had been spent cooking and playing and looking after her and by the time she fell asleep, you could barely stay awake yourself. You couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer. Before you knew it, you felt your eyes slowly close and you fell fast asleep on the couch.

After some time has passed, you hear the door open, though you felt too tired to care in the moment. You are a light sleeper, but in your state, you could barely decipher Mike's softly spoken words as he came in. You sense his presence moving about the kitchen and you guessed he was just fixing himself a meal. You sink into the sofa, exhausted, lying down on the couch to catch some more sleep. What felt like a couple of moments later, you felt arms around you.

At first, you assumed it was Abby, trying to wake you up for a glass of water. However, when you sense yourself being lifted into the air, you quickly realized it had to have been Mike trying to get you off the couch. It confused you, but it was far too early in the morning for you to be able to care. You drift off once again, too fatigued to comprehend much more.

You wake up in the middle of the night to find yourself on a mattress and not the couch cushions you remember seeing. You look around, taken aback to discover Mike by your side, fast asleep and limbs splayed out. Taking in your environment, you notice a few dirty shirts, a couple of books about dreams and a Nebraska poster up above you.

You deduced that this was Mike’s room, but you had no clue what you were doing here with him, in his bed of all places. That’s when you put two and two together: Mike must’ve carried you here after seeing you asleep on the couch

You laid back on the bed and looked towards him. You had to admit, he looked pretty cute. He looked so peaceful right now; it seemed like he didn’t have a care in the world, a stark difference from his usual furrowed brows and dark circles. And for someone who didn’t have time to go to the gym, his arms were pretty muscular. You’d always thought he was attractive, but tonight definitely painted him in a whole new light.

You didn’t know what compelled you to do it, but you scooched forward so that your head was just a few inches from his chest. Although he’d been in a small sweaty office for most of the night, he honestly smelled pretty good; he smelled like pine and rain. His presence lulled you to sleep, and you soon fell back asleep.

You felt a subtle tug across your body, and to your surprise, it was his arm embracing you, pulling you towards his chest. You couldn’t complain though; it definitely felt nice. You closed your eyes again, a soft smile stretching across your face. You didn’t know where this would go when you both woke up, but for now, you were too blissful to care.

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whispering-ways · 6 months

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• ⪩⪨ ♥︎ love struck ♥︎ ⪩⪨ •

♥︎ summary: you've just come back from a horrible date and your roommate, Midoriya, helps comfort you

♥︎ pairing: izuku midoriya x reader

♥︎ tags: no warnings, just fluff :)

♥︎ notes: hi everyone, hope everyone is having a good day and I hope y'all like this fic! love y'all and thanks for supporting my fics <;3

You close the door to your apartment with a sigh and head to the kitchen. “Yet another piss poor date,” you think to yourself, fatigue settling in your bones. At this point, it was just too tiring. You’d downloaded every single dating app you could think of; you tried your luck on Tinder, Hinge, Bumble, and everything else under the moon. But regardless of how wide a net you cast, you always seemed to pull in the worst fish. It’s not that you hadn’t found anyone attractive or no one had liked you, but every single time you went on a date, it just managed to go sour.

The first date you’d been on seemed really nice at first, but with the way the guy kept on mentioning that women should be good housewives rather than ‘trying to shoot for the stars’, you knew that pursuing him would go nowhere. The second guy was no better. You’d agreed to go back to his place, just to realize it wasn’t even a place at all; it was his parents’ basement. The third guy? Gross, absolutely gross and that’s all you were going to say. And that led you to today. Today’s date seemed like a shoo-in.

The guy you were talking to was nice, smart, and sweet and it really looked like he was into you. So when he asked you out on a date to a nearby French restaurant, you were genuinely excited. At the least, it gave you a chance to dress up. But after nearly an hour of waiting, you realized that you’d been stood up. You were so upset thinking about the whole situation that you didn’t even notice your roommate on the couch when you took off your heels.

“Hey, I didn’t think you’d be home by now. Thought your date would take a little longer than an hour,” Midoriya said, moving to the side and patting the seat next to him, motioning you to sit next to him. Although you didn’t want anyone to see you upset like this, you were so glad to see Midoriya right now. You’d agreed to move in with him about a couple of months ago since you two were already best friends for years. And what you needed the most right now was your best friend and a good and proper vent.

“Yeah I’m fine, just that all my dates keep going terribly and I’m practically un-fucking-loveable or something,” you reply, throwing your purse on the couch and slumping down.

“Ok, no need for sarcasm. What we’re gonna do is you’re gonna sit here and we’re gonna talk it out okay?” Midoriya replies. He gets up to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water before handing it to you. “Now tell me exactly what happened.”

You take a sip and lean back on the couch, placing the glass to the side. “Well, I went to the restaurant and like I thought it’d be like a nice date, like at least a good time you know? But apparently, I’m a fucking moron or something because I sat there for like 45 minutes waiting for him until the staff had to kick me out because of the long wait times.” Just talking about it made tears well up in your eyes.

“What the hell; did he at least send you a text or anything?” Midoriya asked.

"Oh.. that’s the best fucking part is, I walked out of that restaurant and checked Hinge. I had sent so many messages asking where he was, and guess what? He fucking unmatched me!" you share in disbelief, wiping away the tears with your sleeve. You then grab a pizza roll, attempting to find some comfort in food. "I don't know why this always happens.. I just feel like I'm always going to have terrible luck, it's like I'm cursed. Maybe I'm just delusional and need to accept the fact that I'm unlovable..." you speak sadly, staring blankly.

Midoriya placed his hand on your shoulders, abruptly turning you to face him. Surprised by his sudden movement, you paused in your conversation. "Don't say that about yourself, okay? You are loved by so many people, and you're absolutely loveable. All the guys you've just talked to are just douches, and you deserve so much better than them.” You nod your head and wipe your tears, doing your best to pick yourself up.

He lets out a sympathetic sigh. “How about I make you some of that spicy ramen you like and we watch a movie together? You relax and I’ll take care of it all,” he suggested.

You chuckle at the sweet gesture. “Yeah...yeah that sounds really nice actually.” A part of your heart felt a pang of hurt at his actions; although it was a sweet friendly gesture, that’s all it’d end up being. Just a friendly gesture. But you did your best to erase that thought from your head.

Midoriya gets up from the couch to start cooking the ramen and you head to your room to change out of your dress into some more comfortable pajamas. You tie your hair up before heading to the kitchen and sitting on the countertop to watch Midoriya cook. After a moment or two, you pipe up and ask whether he needs any help.

“No, I’m all good; just sit there and look pretty. Besides, it’s just ramen, there’s not much to do with it.”

You blush at the reply, but shrug it off and reply “Well at least I offered.”

As Midoriya cooks the ramen, you both slip into talking about your lives. Midoriya talked about what an ass his boss was being, which was a great way to distract you from your own problems. The light gossip lifts your heart, and you feel refreshed and ready to tackle the world. Once the ramen is prepared, he scoops two bowls and walks towards the couch, where you follow behind him. You sit down and he walks over to your bedroom. With curiosity, you wondered what he was doing there, but shortly after, he returned with your favorite blanket in hand.

It warmed your heart how much effort Midoriya put into cheering you up. He momentarily takes away your bowl of ramen, only to spread the blanket across you and return the bowl back to you. You take a bite and immediately melt into the couch; it is just what you need. Midoriya joins you on the couch and hands you the remote to pick out a movie. After flipping through a couple of options, you finally settle on a rom-com that you’d been wanting to see for a while.

It didn’t long for you both to finish your ramen and from there on out, all you both were focused on was the movie. Or at least, it seemed like that’s what Midoriya was focused on. All you could think about was how close you both were. You didn’t know what compelled you to offer whether he wanted to share your blanket with you, but you were definitely glad that you both were sitting closer together. Your fingertips were barely brushing with his and you could smell the cologne on him. “Pine and just a hint of smoke,” you thought, but you knew thoughts like that were only going to hurt you. After all, you guys were just best friends.

You try your best to remain focused on the movie, which seems to work fairly well. Not too much longer passes until you and Midoriya begin making comments about the film, which had always been your favorite part of watching movies with him; he always had something out-of-pocket to say about what you two were watching. The climax of the movie had the hero show up at his crush’s door with a bouquet, ready to ask her out. "See that right there? That's what I want. Some flowers and all that stuff on a date? What wouldn't I give to experience a date like that,” you exclaim with a dreamy expression on your face.

You hear Midoryia laugh, and you turn towards him, confused. “What’s so funny?”

“It’s just funny you say that like you haven’t ever gotten flowers ever,” he replies, focusing back on the movie.

“That’s because I haven’t,” you mumble quietly, but not quiet enough to slip Midoriya’s earshot.

He whipped his head around to look at you. “That is genuinely insane, if I could take you out I'd have gotten you flowers for sure, what a damn shame honestly.” You look at him stunned, wondering whether if what he said had registered in his own mind.” Well, you know I mean a girl like you, not you...not that there’s anything bad with you..ugh I’m just fucking it up,” he stammers, his hands flying to cover the rosy blush that now covered his entire face.

You turn away from him and an awkward silence passes between you both. But there was no way you could just leave it off at that. “So you want to take me out then?”

“No..well I mean yes, I’d be privileged too but...” he trails off before sighing, leaning back into the couch. His hands still cover his face as he says, “I just...in all honesty, I don’t want to take advantage of you being upset right now and I know that you don’t have feelings for me so a date would just complicate things, you know?”

Saying that you were thrown for a loop was an absolute understatement. It took you a moment or two to process what he just said before replying, “It’s not like I haven’t thought about it you know. And it’s not like I don’t have feelings for you.”

Midoriya shot up at break-neck speed. “”What?? What do you mean by that??”

“No it’s whatever really, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” you say, fiddling around with the corner of the blanket.

You feel Midoriya's hands gently move over to cover yours, pulling you back to look towards him. His eyes searched for an answer within your own and when you continued to stay silent, he said ”Literally if you don't tell me I'm going to spend all night trying to figure it out and you know I won't with how oblivious I am."

You look down at your interlaced hands and reply, “Well, you know, you’re my best friend and I genuinely enjoy spending time with you. Like I don’t think many people make me genuinely as happy as you do and I have feelings for you. I’ve thought about like being with you, but I like friends with you and I don’t want to weird you out and push you away.”

Midoriya lets go of your hands and for a moment, you think that this was the end, he was going to move out and never talk to you again. But before you can even register it, he pulls you into his arms and hugs you tight. He pulls you back and shifts his hands from the small of your back to your face, cupping it. His face has a huge grin plastered all over it. “Weird me out? I didn’t want to weird you out! I love spending time with you and I’ve wanted to go out with you for a long time. You don’t realize what a dream come true this is.”

At first, hearing that shocks yu, but then you start to laugh at how silly the situation is. You hug him back, happy to be on the same page. After you both let go, you smile and a moment passes between you two. It's a bit awkward but you know what you both are so happy that it’s okay. “Is it okay if I kiss you now.”

You’d never seen a man nod quicker in your life. “Yeah, yeah, that would be nice,” he replied, trying to play off his nod. Your hand slips to his cheek and you lean in to kiss him. You feel his smile against your lips, making you absolutely giddy. You pull away from him, your face flushed red. You looked up at Midoriya, whose green eyes shone with admiration. He just looked too cute; you couldn’t help but lean back into pepper kisses all over his face.

With passion, Midoriya's need to hold you became too overwhelming. He gently eased you into his lap, lifting up both legs so they straddled his. Taking you by surprise, he kissed you repeatedly, as if to convince himself that this was no dream. With every separation of his lips from yours, he seemed more and more content. Breathlessly, he asked, "Is it too early for me to ask you to be my girlfriend?"

“Absolutely not,” you say, snaking your arms around his neck. You pour every drop of affection and joy you had for Midoriya into the kiss. “This is like a dream come true,” you thought.

You two spent the rest of the night, cuddling with each other as you finished the movie. “I never thought I’d say this, but I’m so glad that guy flaked on you,” Midoriya said, kissing you softly on the forehead.

You chuckle, leaning on his shoulder. “I couldn’t agree more.”

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whispering-ways · 7 months

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Could you do College AU where the reader and others (u can choose) live on campus and the reader she was a trouble maker and they went to a party that was happening (with illegal stuff and alcohol) and aizawa who was a professor ruined it and the people who couldn’t escape (aka the reader and h can choose if the others got caught) and…. (U can carry on from here) I ABSOLUTELY LOVE UR FICS!!! So this is just an idea ❤️❤️❤️❤️

♡•୨୧ after office hours ୨୧•♡

✶ summary: you're a rich spoiled student who always seems to disrupt professor aizawa. He hasn't been able to do much about it till now.

✶ pairing: shouta aizawa x f!reader

✶ tags: cursing, nicknames like sir, baby, sweetheart, blackmail, creampie, penetrative sex

✶ notes: hi anon! I literally loved doing this request so much so let me know whether you guys liked it and want more fics like this <3 love y'all and hope you guys have a great day/night :)

The chalk squeaks across the board as he writes out the basic outline of today’s lecture. Steadying himself from the stress of his upcoming class, Aizawa lets out a long sigh. Bit by bit, students start trickling in and taking their seats in the lecture hall, ready to review this week’s reading about Shakespeare. “Fuck I really hope she’s sick or something, this day’s already tiring enough,” he thought, watching the minutes tick by on the clock above his desk. With two minutes left till class started, Aizawa got up from his desk to close the door, relieved to see a certain student not in his class. But that happiness was dashed the second he saw your hand stop the door from fully closing. You slammed the door open and started walking up to your seat in the tiered classroom, iced coffee in hand. The ice clinked around the plastic container loudly as you plopped down into your chair, looking smugly right at Aizawa.

“I’m so sorry I’m late Professor Aizawa. I pinky promise it won’t happen again,” you say, laughing obnoxiously. And there it started. The tirade of distractions that you did every class. Every damn class you managed to distract everyone from his lecture. Whether it was passing notes to your friends, playing YouTube videos out loud, eating during a test, or making ‘color commentary’ when you thought you knew better than him, you always managed to find someone way to entertain yourself during class.

At first, he tried to ignore it and thought that maybe you were just a freshman looking to be popular. However, as the semester progressed, it was clear to him that you acted out just because you wanted to. That’s what pissed him off the most. Aizawa just couldn’t understand why anyone would go out of their way to do what you were doing.

And it’s not like he hadn’t tried to solve the issue either. He complained to the previous head of literature and even the dean of students, but there was nothing anyone could do. Your family was a major contributor to the sports programs and was known for pledging generous donations to Harvard every year.

Your father was a powerful businessman with good connections throughout the university. And if that wasn’t bad enough, you bullied other students into doing your work and taking your tests, making it nearly impossible to suspend you from the literature program since you were actually ‘doing your work’ according to the dean of students.

Aizawa never would openly admit that he had any students he disliked. But he would say that he hated you. Every day you walked in was a bad day for him. All he wished for was the ability to put you in your fucking place just for once. But that didn’t matter now; all he needed to focus on was finishing his lecture.

He mustered up every bit of patience before replying “It’s fine Ms. (L/N), make sure you are punctual next time.” He heard you snicker in response, but he tried to pay you no mind. He turns back around to the board, explaining the first part of the homework. He heard some sighs as people marked up their work, but your voice stuck out like a sore thumb.

With every single answer, you kept commenting on what you thought. “If it were me and Romeo looked like that kid over there, I would’ve gladly drank that poison,” you say to your friend, pointing to another student.

Aizawa’s grip on the chalk intensified. “How does anyone just say that about someone else? How soulless do you have to be?” he thought, a scowl painted across his face. He continued to explain the literature review homework, hoping time was going by faster than it felt. After what felt like forever, the lecture was finally done and he could finally experience peace again. Thank God you’d just stuck to passing notes by the end of class, because if he had to hear your voice again, Aizawa would probably have gone crazy.

“Well, that’s all I have for today, everyone. Please make sure to turn in your homework before heading out and I’ll have them graded during the weekend,” he said, watching his students file out, once again leaving the lecture hall in a mess. His eyes glance over to your seat, littered with folded up pieces of notebook paper. With a reluctant sigh, he gets up from his chair to pick up the pieces of paper so as to lighten the load on the janitor. After picking up what seemed to be a dozen torn pieces, his curiosity got the best of him.

“What could have possibly needed this much paper? Can’t she just have texted this?” Aizawa furrows his brows as he unfurls the crumpled-up paper, and a confused expression floods his face as he reads, "Come to the house at like 8, but bring your own drinks." Interesting. Last he seemed to recall, you were underage.

“Could’ve sworn she was underage, but I guess it’s not totally uncommon to get drunk in college,” he thought to himself as he settled back into his seat, pulling out the submitted work. Only 27 of the 35 students turned in the review, which was disappointing, to say the least, given how straightforward and easy the assignment was designed to be. “It’s better than nothing and gives me less work to do, I guess,” he thought,

“But,” he thought to himself, “people drink all the time before 21, so I guess it’s not too surprising.” He sat down at his desk, pulling out the homework the students had turned in. In total, there were only about 27 sheets. Disappointing, considering there were over 35 students in the class. “It’s better than nothing and gives me less work to do, I guess,” he thought.

After what seemed like forever, he had finally graded a decent chunk of work and decided to head home. He didn’t live too far off campus; his house was just a 15-minute walk away from the arts and sciences building. Aizawa had truly enjoyed living in his little house, that is up until the university had placed a frat house right next to his.

Every week, for the last month, his neighbors managed to party every weekend till the sun rose the next morning. If there was one thing he valued it was sleep and he hated how he couldn’t even get a wink on the weekend. He partied too as a student, but nothing like this. I mean didn’t they at least some form of rest?

Although he'd prefer to move elsewhere, housing at the university is provided to him as part of his contract. With a heavy sigh, he trudges through the windy evening, ready to seek refuge in the comfort of his home. As he's only a couple blocks away, he hears cackles coming from behind him, and before he has a chance to react, two men rush by, inadvertently shoving him to the ground.

His bag's contents are strewn across the sidewalk as they swiftly disappear inside his neighbor's home. "Assholes!", he curses, collecting his papers from the grass. “Fucking fantastic. Another sleepless night,” he mumbles to himself, picking up his graded papers one by one off the grass.

He walks up to his door and walks inside, the door slamming shut behind him. He spares not even a moment before sinking face-first into his bed. Aizawa hastily takes off and throws his clothes to the side, wanting to sleep as soon as possible.

He closes his eyes, ready to end the day, but his peace and quiet is quickly interrupted with booming sounds radiating from nearby. He shot up out of his bed and walked over to his windows, pulling back to curtains to discover that his hunch was correct: the source of the noise was his neighbor’s house.

Aizawa tried everything under the sun to block out the sounds of his noisy neighbor. He counted sheep, listened to soothing music, even covered his head with a pillow, but nothing seemed to block out the annoying noise. Finally, he'd had enough. He yelled out, "Enough is enough! I'm sick of this noise", before quickly changing into a black t-shirt and pajamas. His mission was clear: he was going to have a word with those neighbors.

As if it weren't loud enough from the comfort of his own home, it was deafening from out here. Like having his ear pressed right up against the speaker itself. He tries knocking a few times, hoping for the best, but he's quickly met with the realization that knocking would accomplish nothing.

He then starts beating on the door, hoping for success this time around. Finally, the door opens to reveal a group of other rich kids with you at the forefront -- wasted in a sparkly tube top dress, with drunken slurs dripping off your tongue.“Pr-Professor Aizawa? Are youuuu here for the party too bestie? You look nice in not stuck up clothes you know, some realllll daddy material.”

"Oh, you are worse drunk than sober", Aizawa grumbled in exasperation as the smell of weed and alcohol overwhelmed his senses, making him feel queasy. "Enough is enough", he yelled sharply, bringing the party to an abrupt halt. "All of you need to either shut up or get out. It's every week with you folks", he snapped.

Turning his attention towards you, and with a harsh whisper just for your ears, he adds, "I see drugs scattered everywhere and you may get away with making a distraction every now and then, but don't think you can avoid expulsion once the dean finds out about this, I’ve got cameras all over my place filming the noise, so if you know what’s good for you, I’d get your ass to my office first thing in Monday morning.”

And with a swift and solid slam of the door, he ended the party and walked back to his house, finally relishing in the sweet silence. To his surprise, the peace and quiet continued for the remainder of the night, and he breathed a heavy sigh of relief, praising the lord for finally granting him a moment of peace.

Aizawa wakes up the following morning, well-rested. It was a dream come true to see his lawn lacking in beer cans and streamers and for the first time in a long time, he’s happy to be up in the morning. The same could not be said about you however. You woke up in a bathtub accompanied with the worst hangover you’d ever experienced in your life. Your head was killing you, Professor Aizawa’s words ringing through your mind. “Just another part of clean-up,” you thought, reaching for your phone to call your dad.

“Hello?”

“Hi! How’s my favorite dad alive doing?” you say cheerily, doing your best to butter him up. All you got was a sigh in response, so you continued. “I just have a teeny tiny, really the smallest thing, favor to ask of you Daddy.”

Internally, you anticipated another sigh from him before sucking up to whatever you wanted your father to do, but this time was different. “I’m tired of your antics Y/N. I don’t even care about the favor or whatever you must’ve done, but it’s gone on far too long. You need to take accountability for your actions because I can’t bankroll you any longer. I’ve spent nearly a half a million dollars just paying for your mistakes and I won’t have any of it any longer. If you’re on the brink of getting suspended again, you will be disowned so apologize to whoever you’ve hurt this time/ It’s time you fixed your own mistakes. You’ll thank me in the future.” And with that your dad hung up.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck", you mumble in distress, beginning to panic. "If he didn't like suspension, he definitely won't be happy with expulsion", you muse, trying to collect your racing thoughts. "What can I do? I better go apologize right away. The sooner we resolve this, the better", you murmur to yourself, attempting to calm your nerves.

After chugging down a few pain killers, you rush to your wardrobe to pick the perfect apology outfit. I mean, of course you had to look humbling, but a clean academic look wouldn’t hurt when saying sorry. “What do I go with? Hmm”, you say, perusing through your wast collection of designer outfits. You finally decide on a cute little number that came straight from Chanel: a pink cropped blazer and a strapdress set. You looked at yourself in the mirror, making sure you gave off the epitome of a teacher’s pet, before putting on your heels and walking next door.

Aizawa barely even sat down in his office before he hears a couple sharp raps coming from his door. “Ah fucking hell. People,” he says to himself before getting up to see who it is. “Jesus Christ.” he says in surprise, looking down to see you, dressed all prim and proper, a total deviation of what he saw last night. It was a shock to him that you were even standing upright. “What do you want? I thought I told you to see me Monday in my office, not today at my house.”

“Professor Aizawa! I hope you’re having a good day. I think we’ve like misunderstood each other. All I wanted to do is have a little chat about what you believe you saw last night Proffesor,” you explain stepping inside.

“No one told you you could come in, but go ahead sit on my couch, who cares anymore?”

You sit down in Aizawa’s living room, crossing your legs and putting your bag to your side. He sits right across from you, patiently waiting for what you’re going to say next. “I just wanted to apologize for all the noise you heard last night, yeah? Didn’t mean it to get so loud.”

Gobsmacked couldn’t even begin to explain how Aizawa felt hearing you apologize to him. “You’re actually being genuine? This isn’t you playing a prank of me or anything?” he says, suspicious.

“No like I’m being so for real, and how do you say, down to Earth right now. I’m sorry for making noise and I won’t do it again, so let’s forget this whole thing and like start a new page, okay?” you reply back with a smile.

“In the nicest way ever Miss (L/N), there’s no way I’m letting you off the hook that quickly. It’s not fair to the other students if I did that. Plus, where would my integrity be if I let you get off scot free doing everything you’ve done? You need to face the consequences to your actions. And in the nicest way possible, getting the chance to discipline you will be the highlight on my career that I wouldn’t give up for the entire world.”

You were absolutely thrown for a loop. You thought that genuinely your problem would be solved with what you said. “Today is just full of unexpectations and not the good kind either,” you say with a huff and crossing your arms.

“See that’s exactly what I mean. This baby behavior? You need to learn the adult world is rough Miss (L/N). I know very well that your dad will have this cleared up in two seconds flat. But this is the most I can do with the footage that I have and there’s no possible way I’m not taking this to the extremes. Respectfully, maybe starting off at community college could be betterto turn your life around.” Aizawa says, the direct opposite of his thoughts that screamed joy at you finding some sort of consequence.

You were doing your best to hold in your tears, but hearing the words ‘community college’ broke the dam. “I-I, I can’t because Daddy, because Daddy he said he won’t help me, and-and-and and he says that I- I have to handle this on my o-own this ti-time, which isn’t fair at all and I can’t get expelled because I’ll be disowned and become a peasant and I’m not made for that life P-P-Professor. And I can’t go to community because I’ll be w-w-with all the poors! Please I’ll do anything!” sobbing and hiccuping on your words as your tried to explain to Aizawa how desperate you were.

Aizawa sat back in his seat, wondering what to make of this. Even if this was the truth, there would be no way you wouldn’t eventually get off the hook. Realistically, even if your dad cut you off, but he knew for a fact what he said was an empty threat. There’s no way he’d allow for a headline that reputation-damaging to spread across the internet, not when he could prevent it. But just then an idea blossomed in his head. “So you’d really do anything?”

You immediately wiped your tears away and scrambled to compose yourself. “Yes! Yes, I’ll like literally do anything, I don’t care, I just can’t afford this.”

“Hmm.. well that’s an interesting proposition then, Miss (L/N). In that case, strip.”

“What?” you say, shocked. “You’re...you’re actually not serious right?”

“I’m completely serious. I heard you talking the other week about how you wanted to fuck me anyways and I seem to recall you saying that I was ‘ real daddy material’, so don’t bother trying to tell me you wouldn’t want this. If you want me to consider forgiving you, you’ll get to stripping,” a smile creeping on his face.

“There must be some way we can work out something else, alright? I mean what if I organize your office or something? Soup kitchen perhaps?” you suggest, scrambling to find some sort of loophole.

“No. I’m sorry young lady, but there’s no out. Get to stripping if you want me to consider. Or you can always face the risk of me going to the dean. Not too far a walk from here actually and I’m sure he’d have a ball listening to your explanations.”

You stood there, shell-shocked. There truly was no way to get out of this. You slipped off your blazer, folding it and placing it gingerly on the couch. You stood up and slowly started to pull down the zipper to your dress and laid that right next to your blazer. “There, happy?”

Aizawa looked you over. He was a little surprised to see you wearing modest underwear, a simple pink bra and cotton boyshorts; he expected something more lacey. That said, you still looked amazing. But he wasn’t quite done with you just yet. “Get on your knees and suck me off.”

“Are you actually like insane? Why would I do that?” you retorted.

“Because you know you have no other choice. A), again I know that you want to because everything I’m asking for is part of the fantasy you so helpfully detailed out to your friend and B), you have no other choice remember? It’s either listen to me or get expelled and we both know you don’t want that sweetheart,” Aizawa said with a mischievous smile. “My dick isn’t gonna suck itself, so...get to it.”

You hated to admit it, but he was right on both accords. The main reason you made a ruckus in his class was to get his attention. What you would’nt give to fuck him. After all, he was the hottest professor here on campus and you always did have a thing for academics. Besides this right here was your fantasy. But you couldn’t let him know that, hence this feisty front. You lowered yourself down to the ground and Aizawa grinned at you.

“That’s a good girl,” he says, unbuckling his pants and throwing his belt to the side. You looked up at him one last time before running the tip of your tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip, leaving a small and gentle kiss right near his slit. After a few more experimental licks to his dick, you dove in only being able to go a couple inches deep.

Aizawa’s dick wasn’t long, which you honestly preferred, what it lacked in length, it made up in width. You bobbed you head up and down, spit dribbling down your the corner of your mouth the further and further you went. You were so preoccupied with making sure you didn’t choke that you didn’t even notice Aizawa’s hand making its way to your hair until you felt him yanking your head back and start throat fucking you roughly.

You immediately put your hands on his thighs, trying to steady yourself against the relentless pace he set. You start choking as he goes deeper, pushing all 6 inches of his cock down your throat. He only stops and pulls out, just as he’s about to cum. He puts his finger under your chin, propping your face up. “Close your eyes for me pretty girl.” You had a moment after closing your eyes until he came all over your face, cum dripping off your chin.

“God, you look so pretty like that, baby. Gotta do that more often huh?” Aizawa says, grabbing your shoulder to pull you up. He takes your wrist in his hand, guiding towards his office, where hands you a tissue. “Here, for your face.” You wordlessly take the tissue, thinking that was the end of it all, but you don’t see Aizawa going back for his belt. Maybe he just needed to air himself or something, you thought to yourself, while walking over to the trashcan to dispose of the tissue.

“Good, I didn’t even have to ask you to throw it. If only you could be this obedient in class, hmm? Now put your hands on my desk and bend over,” Aizawa says, pushing some papers aside.

“What the fuck? I thought all you wanted me to do is suck you off!” you exclaim.

“Oh sweetheart, I never said that. Can’t go making assumptions can we? Now hands on the table, be good for me.”

You start shuffling towards the table, and Aizawa simply has no patience for it. He grabs you and pushes you towards the desk. You barely have time to collect yourself before you feel him rip your panties, leaving your core exposed to the cold air of the room. “Look at that pretty cunt of yours baby. All dripping f’me huh?”

You felt like you were being examined with the way he was looking at you, but it couldn’t distract you from your ripped panties lying in a heap beside you. “Those were my favorite panties you know! They cost a lot, you can’t just rip them to shreds!” you complain.

“Who gives a shit, I’ll buy you new ones later, after all, you’ll be seeing a lot of me now, won’t you?” You don’t even have the time to think about what he said before you feel two cold wet fingers near your entrance. You moan out as his fingertips barely graze your clit and he takes that as notice to start rubbing it slowly.

“Fuck, sir, that feels so fucking good~,” you mewl out as he goes faster, driving you closer to your climax.

“That’s right baby, call me sir. God this is so much fucking hotter than I ever imagined,” Aizawa said moving his fingers away from your clit.You whine out in response, missing the sensation already, but its quickly replaced with his two fingers plunging deep inside you.

He curved his fingers trying to hit the one spot he was looking for and when he heard you cry out, he knew he found it. He continued to pound his fingers, making sure not to miss that spot of yours each time. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum sir!” you moaned. Just as you finished saying that and felt that familiar build up of pleasure, you felt his fingers leave your cunt. You look back, as to ask why he stopped, making him chuckle.

“Aww sweetheart, you didn’t think that I’d just let you cum on my fingers did you?” Aizawa says. He leans over just far enough so that his palm is near your face before saying, “Spit.”

You look up questionably, then spit in his hand, which brings back to his cock, pumping it slowly in his fist. A short moment later, you hear the snap of something rubber and a slight prodding at your entrance. Aizawa slowly pushes his cock into you and waits for a moment, allowing you to get comfortable with the sensation. “Y-you can move now sir.”

“Shit, that’s cute how you think I need permission,” he replies before starting to pump into you faster, building into what felt like an inhuman pace. The sounds coming from you now were purely pornographic, beyond Aizawa’s wildest fantasies.“Fuck baby, you’re so fucking tight. Should’ve fucked you ages ago.” You couldn’t even reply; you were absolutely overwhelmed in pleasure. All you do is hum in agreeance and continue to keep moaning out. It doesn’t take long for you to feel that same build-up of pleasure that you felt before.

“I’m gonna cum sir, please let me cum for you,” you whine, hoping he’d provide you with some sort of release.

“Not yet, you only cum when I cum, got it?” he said, pushing your head into the desk and he starting pumping his cock faster, this time with a bit less rhythm. You could tell it wouldn’t be too long; all you had to do was be patient.

It took a few more sloppy strokes, but finally Aizawa growled out “I’m gonna cum soon baby. Cum all over my cock for me. Be a good girl,” punctuating each word by slamming his cock against your g-spot. His hand traveled up to your clit, rubbing it while he continued to fuck you.

“I’m gonna come sir, I’m so close~” you moan out, a slur of words as you reach closer and closer to your peak.

“C-cum for me baby,” Aizawa groans out. “Fuck, I-I’m gonna cum too.”

He slams his cock into you a couple more times before cumming deep inside of you. He lays against you, sandwiching you between him and the desk for a moment or two before he slowly pulls himself out and throws the condom away. You slip from the desk, knees buckling as you fall to floor in exhaustion. Aizawa shuffles off to the living room and returns, your clothes in hand. He throws them near you and he buckles up his pants back up.

“Put on your clothes and get the fuck out. If you think I’m gonna cuddle you, you’re surely mistaken. But first give me your number,” he says handing you his phone.

“Why would I give you my number?” you ask incredously.

“Because sweetheart, you’re gonna on be on-call for me for the next two months. You’re too good to give up after just one time, so we’re gonna make this a thing. Whenever I need you, I’ll give you a text, sound good?” he replies as if you asked about something common sense.

“What?! One time was more than enough!”

“Oh please, don’t lie, I know you want more of this dick,” he chuckles. He wasn’t wrong, his dick was pretty irreplaceable.

“Fine. Just as long as you don’t tell the dean about what I did.” you say, punching your number into his phone and handing it back to him.

“Scout’s honor, I won’t tell a soul. Just as long as you keep up this arrangement,” he replies, pocketing his phone. You put your clothes back on and Aizawa leads you to the door. After you leave, he heads back to his bedroom. Although he’d never admit it to you in the moment, he was pretty exhausted after all the fun and decided to head to bed. It didn’t take him long to drift to sleep, dreaming of all the things he could do to you in the future.

"Scout's honor, I won't tell a soul. Just as long as you keep up this arrangement." He pockets his phone and leads you to the door, where you promptly leave. Once gone, he heads back to his bedroom, fatigue taking over him after the fun you both just had. Soon enough, he drifts into a deep slumber, dreaming of all the things he could do to you in the future. But not before texting you to come to his office after office hours to see him again.

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whispering-ways · 7 months

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Hello! I was wondering if you could make a Dom!Gyomei x Fem!Hashira!reader smut?

๑✧♡ heart to heart ♡✧๑

✧ summary: you are a recent hashira who's been assigned on a mission with gyomei

✧ pairing: gyomei himejima x f!reader

✧tags: cursing, fingering (f! receiving), nicknames like baby, sweetheart and daddy

✧ notes: i'm sorry for the delay in fics, but I'm working through all my tasks rn! i've been applying to grad school so i haven't had much time to write •́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀ but now that's done with, I can start pumping out some more fics ♡ i might write a part two to this with more smut if people like it but idk

You just finished training and were about to gather your things to relax when you felt a large hand on your shoulder. “Hey there! I couldn't help but notice your impressive training session! As a newcomer, you were quite remarkable! But next time, I feel you should improve your stance and work on....”

“Ugh, there he goes again,” you think, listening to Gyomei list out some improvements you could make to be a better Hashira. You tuned his words out and tried your best not to get irritated, but you couldn’t help it. He was always correcting your technique and giving you advice when you didn’t even ask for it.

You understood that it was probably because you had just recently become a Hashira, but his comments were unneeded in your book. You couldn’t place all the blame on him though; it was Kagaya after all that told his right-hand Hashira to take care of you and ‘help you feel welcome’. Nevertheless, it still pissed you off. It’s not like you didn’t know you needed improvement. It was just him saying it that annoyed you.

You knew you probably should keep an open mind before judging Gyomei. It’s not like he was a bad person; he was a kind and nice person, but something about his holier-than-thou attitude just made all his ‘observations’ come across as patronizing to you. I mean, you never asked for his opinion to begin with. If you needed someone’s opinion, you would just ask Kagaya. You rolled your eyes, wondering when Gyomei would just leave you alone.

“Ah, I regret that I failed to mention it earlier, but Kagaya-sama has entrusted us with a mission. I was initially supposed to undertake it solo, but he believes having both of us together would be advantageous. It seems he has faith in your abilities, but he also believes having me by your side for your first mission could aid in your personal growth,” he said with a hint of a smile. That was new; he never smiled.

“Weird, but you know what, good for him. It wouldn’t hurt to smile once in a fucking while. Crying all the time has got to be making his eyes hurt. But there he goes being patronizing again. You wouldn’t be surprised if Gyomei was the one who really suggested it to Kagaya rather than the other way around.

Regardless, you nodded your head and asked some more details about the mission. He let you know that you both had to set out on your journey at 6 a.m. sharp tomorrow. So you gave him another nod of understanding, hoping that’d indicate you wanted to be left alone. Thankfully he got the message and shortly after walked away, leaving you to spend the rest of the day getting the relaxation you knew you deserved.

You woke up early the next day to pack a bit for the 2 day trip ahead of you. After gathering a few things and putting them into a bag, you headed out to meet Gyomei. Luckily, it didn’t take you long to find him. As you opened your door to see him standing right outside your door. “Jesus, you scared me. Couldn’t you at least knock or something?,” you asked, already annoyed with him.

“Ah, I’m sorry, I’ll make sure to do that next time we go on a mission.”

It was almost cute that he thought you’d want to do another mission with him. You would rather eat a bag of nails for breakfast instead; the only reason you were going on this mission was because you didn’t want to be rude to Kagaya.

You close your door behind you and let out an exasperated sigh, readying yourself for the journey. “Okay, as long as you’re ready, let’s get going then.” Gyomei grabbed a small bag behind him, threw it above his shoulder and said, “That’s the spirit! Starting early is always the best!”

After about 30 minutes of walking, you’d both finally reached the grassy mountain you needed to trek to get to your final destination. You weren’t gonna lie, just the thought of trekking it made you tired, but you needed the mission experience, so you trudged forward.

It didn’t help that Gyomei was so far ahead; it was like he was rubbing in your face how much better he was than you. He stopped for a second to look around, which gave you just enough time to catch up with him. “Can’t you slow down? Your pace is like a giant’s, there’s no fucking way I can keep up,” you exclaim.

“I’m sorry I didn’t realize, sweetheart. I’ll be sure to slow down a bit! Please forgive me!” he said, tears rolling down his face.

“It’s fine, just...let’s get going,” you replied, continuing to walk along the path. You regretted asking him to slow down a couple of minutes later when he tried making small talk by asking millions of questions. If walking way off from you was irritating, then this was just pure hell.

You’re sure he can tell how pissed you are; your tight-lipped smile showed nothing but disdain for all his questions. But he just kept on talking anyway. A few minutes later and after trying to ignore him, you give up and decide to succumb to some small talk. You talked to him for a little bit about the mission, but that didn’t last too long as you noticed a slight drizzle start to cover the mountain.

The two of you started closer to the trees near you, hoping that their large spanning branches would keep you both somewhat dry. All chances of that happening left once the light drizzle turned into a heavy pour. There was no way that you both could continue your journey without getting hurt since the earth beneath you had become absolutely slick with water.

You two decided to wait out the rain and find shelter to keep you both dry for the time being. After what seemed like forever, you finally spot a broken-down house in your periphery and quickly get Gyomei’s attention, dying to get out of the rain as soon as possible.

“Look, there’s a house or something over there,” you say pointing at the building. “Let’s head there and hope the family is hospitable enough to let us stay there for a bit till the sky clears up.” You start walking in the direction of the house without even waiting for a reply from Gyomei, who starts wordlessly walking behind you.

As you get closer to the house, you notice how delipidated it really is. It seemed that no one had lived there in years. Almost all the windows were either cracked or completely broken; dust and cobwebs were littered in each corner of the house.

“Well it’s not a palace but at least it’ll keep us out of the rain,” you said, wiping off some dirt so you could finally sit down. You stretched your legs, sighing in relief, glad to finally catch a break.

You closed your eyes, enjoying the peaceful sound of the rain. The peace didn’t last too long as you heard some rustling noises behind you. You turn around to see Gyomei pull out a sleeping bag from his backpack along with a lantern.

“I think that the rain isn’t going to let up anytime soon, so I’m setting up for the night. I think the best decision is to sleep here tonight and start on our journey tomorrow,” he explains, sitting on his bed. “If you’d like, I can set up your bed as well.”

“It's fine, I didn’t even bring a bed anyway. If we have to sleep here tonight, I’ll just sleep on the floor,” you say, turning around. “Besides, it’ll work out the kinks in my back.”

“Nonsense, I insist you take the sleeping bag then!” Gyomei retorted.

“No I’m fine, you use your bed; you’re the one that brought it. I’ll be fine.”

“If you insist,” he says, continuing to set up. He pulled out some supplies from his bag to light the lantern and in a few moments, the whole house was filled with golden light, making the space as comfy as it could be.

But unfortunately, not even the warmth the lantern brought helped to make the house any less cold. The rain kept pouring and with it came a frigid breeze that swept through all corners of the house.

You tried to keep it discreet but there was no hiding the chattering of your teeth. Gyomei soon picked up on it too. At first, he did his best not to comment; after all, it did seem like you wanted your own space. But his worry for you took over and he yet again asked “Hey, are you sure you don’t want the bed?”

“Ugh..I told you I’m fine. It’s your bed, use your bed,” you replied back, annoyed he kept pressing the issue.

“Are you really fine? I can hear your shivers from here. I know it’s cold and the bed is quite spacious anyway so it wouldn’t be too much trouble at all,” Gyomei said scooting over to offer a spot on the sleeping bag. You couldn’t lie, you were pretty cold so you gave in and agreed to share the bag. You stood up and sat down next to him, leaving ample space between you two.

A few moments pass by with nothing but the sound of rain to fill in the awkward silence between you two. This was soon broken though when Gyomei said “So...what do you think about being a Hashira?

“Jesus fucking Christ, why’d he have to say something,” you thought, internally cringing at the fact that you now had to make small talk. “Uhh..well I guess it's um... good I guess. I don’t really know what to say,” you reply as you look towards the ground and lantern, anywhere besides Gyomei’s face.

“Ah, that’s wonderful! I’m glad you’re having a good start! I hope you like the other Hashira, they are like family to me,” he says, a small smile spreading across his face.

“Oh, cool. That’s always...uhh...real nice I guess,” you say, trying to remain as cold as possible. Your plan was to get him off your back and to leave you alone, but as time passed on, it didn’t seem like you were ever going to shake him off as he told you many stories of the other Hashira.

“I know we must be together for our line of work, but I truly consider all the Hashira my close friends. Or well, at least most of them I think...” he said, trailing off. You couldn’t help but be intrigued at the end of his sentence.

Now you were never one to gossip, but you were definitely a sucker for a bit of tea, and his phrasing definitely showed signs of a bit of tea. I mean Gyomei? Having beef with someone? Unheard of.

“Oh come on, you can’t just drop a statement like that without spilling the tea...” You press,, not prepared to give up. “No details, no good tea.”

You could see Gyomei squirming around a bit, debating whether he should explain or not. After a little bit, he sighs and looks at you, as if preparing himself.

“Okay...it’s just, you, we don’t have that strong of a relationship. I feel like you just don’t like me for some reason and however I look at it, I can’t seem to figure out what I did.”

“Fuck, I should’ve kept my mouth shut,” you thought. You didn’t want to get into this conversation now, not ever really. But you couldn’t just leave him hanging like that. You buried your face in your hands, letting out a long sigh. “It’s not that I don’t like you. I don’t have problems with you.”

“Then what is it because there must’ve been something I did. Everything we talk you just seem tired and annoyed,” Gyomei said.

“Look, I don't hate you, but sometimes it feels like I'm just an inferior version of you. Like, when you're so good at what you do, it's hard to feel like we're on the same level. And sometimes, these little comments you throw at me, even if you don't mean them in a bad way, make me feel like I'm not good enough for us to be equals.

I mean, you're like a prodigy with so much experience. It's hard not to feel like I'm always lagging behind you, you know?" You were doing your best to explain how you felt, but just hearing yourself made it obvious to you that your disdain was immature.

“For me, you’ve always been my equal. You’ve got a solid foundation of abilities and experience that match up with my own. However, things felt pushed too fast for me; I never got the chance to properly settle into being a Hashira. I’m doing my best to get a hang of this new position, but sometimes it’s hard not to feel like I’m falling short of everyone. So I guess in that sense, I really am not your equal,” Gyomei says, looking down to the floor.

There's a quiet gap between you two before you say, "...Yeah, I guess I judged you pretty quickly. I should've been more open to what you had to say, but I wanted to be a perfect Hashira, you know? Taking criticism is just a little hard for me, but I'll work on that in the future." You feel somewhat foolish after talking about how you felt; none of this coldness was really necessary to begin with - your dislike towards Gyomei felt almost useless.

"I apologize if my criticisms appeared more judgmental than I intended. However, in my opinion, you're already perfect like a diamond; you're a Hashira for a reason. Still, all diamonds require a bit of polishing, and that's all I was aiming for - to help you shine with some advice and techniques," he said cheerfully.

You have to admit, that comparison of his got you a little flustered. Yet, its sweetness gave you a lot of comfort. "Let's put this aside and be friends, alright? Let's start all over, and I'm sorry for not giving you a chance earlier," you say with a smile, shocked that you're actually having a conversation with Gyomei like this.

“I’m glad to hear that. It’s nice to see such a beautiful smile on you for the first time.” You look up at him, eyes wider than saucers. “Not that you aren’t pretty all the time...I mean..but you know that.” Gyomei said, red from head to toe.

You chuckle at Gyomei's flustered state, finding it endearing to see the big strong man reduced to a blushing mess. He's truly a sight to behold. "If I said you were a sight for sore eyes, I'd be selling you short," you comment in turn.

Out of nowhere, a gust of cold air hits your body, sending tingles down your spine. "Would you...uhh...like to come a little closer?" Gyomei proposes. "I noticed you shiver and I run pretty warm. I wouldn't mind a platonic cuddle to stay warm, if you're alright with that."

You never thought making up with him would mean that you’d be flirting with him, but you couldn’t complain. I mean he was hot and you wouldn’t mind messing around with him a little bit.

So you scooch a bit closer to him, your arms barely grazing his. He was right, he definitely was warm; you could feel the heat radiating off of him. But that still wasn’t enough to warm you up.

You're somewhat confused when you hear Gyomei laugh. He adjusts his position and spreads his legs apart, as if offering you a spot to sit. "Come, sit a little closer, there's no way you're feeling warm there," he says, patting the area between his legs.

Taken by surprise by his forwardness, you nonetheless place yourself between him, your legs resting against his. It's a little awkward between you, but you aren't one to back down from a challenge, and he IS rather warm.

You’d never really noticed the size difference between you two, but you definitely did now. His muscled thighs surrounds you, practically pressing your own togtether. He stretches back behind you to give you some space. You sit for a little bit and you both kind of sink into the feeling of being so close to him.

Gyomei looks down to you and asks, "Can I help keep you a little warmer?" Hesitant, you nod in agreement - but deep down, you can feel your cheeks get hot just by looking at him. This sudden rush feels like it's moving far too fast for anything meaningful to come out of it, but something about it just feels right.

He suddenly lifts you up and sits down in a cross-legged position, placing you right into his lap. The ease with which he picks you up surprises you, but you're not thinking about warmth at all now.

“How are you feeling now? Warmer?” Gyomei says.

"Yes, this...it feels pretty nice," you answer, leaning your back against his chest. At first, the touch of his hand on your thigh is nice - but once you've settled, it becomes almost...teasing. The warmth is nice, yeah, but enough teasing already, so you decide to make your own move.

You get up from his lap, leaving Gyomei worried he pushed too far. But that feeling dissipated once you sat back on his lap, now facing him with your legs wrapped around him. You looked up at him through your eyelashes to see him absolutely flustered. He puts his hands on your back bringing you closer. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were flirting with me Gyomei.”

He pulls back, a little shocked, but it doesn’t take him long to reply “Hmm... perhaps I am.”

“Oh yeah?”

The sexual tension is practically tangible, but you neither speak nor move as you gaze at his lips. Only your eyes speak; he understands and moves in for a passionate kiss.

The unexpected roughness is a surprise, but a welcome one, as you melt into his embrace and grasp for a hold on his neck, drawing him closer to you, your body flush against his. One hand reaches for his chest, using his necklace to pull him as close as he can be - his hands on your waist, just barely touching your hips.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue running along his own bottom lip, requesting entrance into your mouth. Once you opened your mouth, his tongue enters once more, and the sensation sent a wave of chills down your spine.

You slip your arms around his neck to pull him in closer, your body pressed against his as your skin ignites with a flame of excitement. He pulls you back slightly, exposing your neck to him, before diving in once more to to suck on your neck. You whine out under his touch, squirming with delight beneath him.

He bites down hard, leaving a hickey in his wake. He takes a moment to proudly admire it, only to pull you into his arms, leaving you mildly confused. He suddenly lifted you and placed you against the wall, his arms slamming at either side of you as he began to kiss you again.

Gyomei's hand slides down your side, coming to rest on the back of your knee. He uses his other hand to grab you firmly by your back and pull you in closer. You instinctively wrap your leg around his back, holding on tight now.

His hand departs from its prior position, as he casually caresses your inner thigh, his fingers brushing against your slit. He was taken aback to find that there were panties instead of the anticipated pair of shorts, but hey he wasn’t complaining. His fingers began to play with the edges of your panties, twirling them between his digits.

He eventually pauses and asks, "Are you okay if I go further?" as he begins to tease your slit with his fingers.

You nod wordlessly and he continues to kiss you. Your body trembles in anticipation as Gyomei's tender lips lightly graze yours. He pulls you close, and with a swift gesture, he removes your panties and tosses them to the side. The touch of his fingers sends electric shocks throughout your body.

Your body quivers with anticipation, your heart beating erratically as his lips trail down toward yours. He removes your panties with a swift motion, discarding them carelessly to the side. His skilled fingers lightly tease your clit, eliciting a muffled moan.

His middle finger circles your entrance, before plunging in with no warning. His finger was bigger and thicker than anything you’d ever felt before, so when he added another finger, it nearly overwhelmed you with pleasure.

You feel like your knees are about to give out, but your body can't help but squirm. Gyomei looks at you with a passionate glare. In a frustrated tone, he asks, "Sweetheart, you're gonna have to stop squirming around like that, how am I gonna make you feel good if you do?"

“I’ll do my best...not to~,” you moan out as he continues to relentlessy pound his fingers into your pussy.

“If you want more pleasure, you gotta call me daddy princess.”

"I...I promise not to squirm then daddy," you whine as you try to maintain a firm grip on your promise. However, despite your desperate efforts, you end up squirming more as you near climax.

Gyomei suddenly stops and states, "You're still squirming baby. You can't disobey your promise to daddy. But don't you worry, I have the perfect solution for this."

Gyomei's arm effortlessly slides towards the back of your knees and he slings you over his shoulder, leaving you in a state of shock. You start smacking his back, in hopes that he’d put you down.

Yet, instead of providing an explanation, Gyomei simply laughs. "I love how feisty you are," he comments, smacking your ass and leaving a glowing red handprint in its wake.

"Just you wait, baby. I'm gonna make you feel so good," he states, a playful gleam in his eyes. You stare up at him with anticipation, excited for what he was going to do next. Little did you know what the night had in store for you.

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whispering-ways · 8 months

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Nice to meet you Seewei! I'm looking forward to reading your works-- your recent Bakugou fic was a wonderful treat after work! 😄🙏🏽💖 - Moosh

Thank you so much!! 🥹🥹💖💖 I'm glad to hear you liked it! I'm working on another fic rn, which should be posted sometime along with a part 3 to the bakugo fic ;)

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whispering-ways · 8 months

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☆・✷ physics problems (pt. 2) ✷・☆

☆ summary: you have a breakdown over your physics test scores and katsuki overhears you

☆ pairing: kastuki bakugo x (female implied) reader

☆ tags: cursing, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), nicknames like sweetheart and darling

☆ notes: sorry it took so long to write this guys! it's my first week back in college so i've just been a little busy :/ hope you guys like it! :)

Every hour of the next day seemed to drag on forever; it felt like 3 pm would never come. You spent every hour thinking about Katsuki and spending time with him. Specifically thinking about this dream from last night where you and Katsuki.... never mind. These last couple of hours wouldn’t go by any faster if you kept thinking about how badly you wanted him. You shook your head, trying to clear all thoughts of him from your brain as you stepped into the gym for a quick workout.

You got on the treadmill and started to get into the groove of a run. It didn’t help though, your mind slowly drifting back to thoughts of Kastuki again. He’d always looked good, but after years of training and maturing into his looks, he was undeniably hot. And of course, you didn’t have a crush on him just for his looks, but they were definitely an added bonus.

You didn’t know whether it was his piercing red eyes, the confidence he always carried himself with, or the physique he’d managed to fill into, but something about him was so alluringly attractive. You were so distracted thinking about him that when the beep of the treadmill echoed out indicating you were done with your workout, it startled you, bringing you back to reality.

You left the gym and took a quick shower, hoping some cold water would flush the thoughts out of your head before you had to see Katsuki. There was only about an hour left now before you had to head to his room and you hurried to your room to choose what to wear. After much deliberation, you set on a white tank top and leggings; simple but perfect for a study session. You only had about 15 minutes left, so you gathered up all the things you needed to study in your backpack and headed to Katsuki’s room.

Walking to his room, you took a deep breath to calm your nerves. You couldn't believe you were actually going to study with him, much less in his room. It seemed like he hated helping anyone or bringing anyone to his personal space so it was a little strange to you that he’d offer to study in his room, but nevertheless, you were happy that he did.

You hesitated for a moment before knocking at his door. The door swung open almost instantaneously to reveal Kastuki in a black compression tee tucked into a pair of grey sweatpants. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think he looked out right now. Your eyes looked him up and down before returning to look right into his eyes.

“Are you just gonna keep on staring or are you actually coming inside?” Katsuki said with a smirk as he leaned against the door frame.

“S-sorry, yeah I’ll...uhh...come in,” you said with a blush painting your cheeks. He moved to let you pass and you walked in. You looked around his room, which seemed pretty minimal. It made sense though, he was a no-nonsense type of guy. The only personal touch to his room were two All Might figures on his nightstand near a miniature replica of his gauntlets.

Katsuki shut the door and then sat at a floor desk he had set up for studying. “Well don’t just fucking stand there, sit down so we can get started dumbass,” he said. You hurriedly sat down, carefully putting your bag to the side. You pulled out a notebook and some notes from class and you both started to get to work.

“Ok, let’s see how fucked you really are first. I printed out some practice problems from this unit that should cover a little bit of everything. Do the problems and then we can figure out what we need to review so we don’t waste time reviewing bullshit you already know well,” Kastuki explained, pulling out a couple of sheets that he’d stashed into his textbook.

You got to work immediately. You did your best, but you had to admit, you were definitely very clueless. It took you about 30 minutes to finish up all the questions, but after you were done, you handed the sheets back to Katsuki. He started to grade the papers, but as he went through each and every problem, his face looked more and more confused.

“What the fuck is this? Have you not paid any attention at all in class or something? You’ve got all the formulas right, but you’re using the wrong formulas for the most basic shit! No wonder you’re fucking failing!” he exclaimed. “You know what, let’s start from the basics. Maybe if we can drill those into you and make them second nature, you’ll start getting this shit right.” He pulls out his textbook and starts flipping through the different chapters until he finds the one he was looking for.

“Okay, so here’s the chapter that we’re reviewing in class, maybe going through this shit will help you see the connection between the formulas and the questions.” You lean over your side of table to see the textbook better before he lets out a frustrated sigh and says “Just get up and sit next to me, no fucking use of leaning over like that, you’re not gonna be able to see shit anyways.”

You shift your stuff near Katsuki and sit near him, trying not to think about how close you were to him. You did your best to concentrate, but it was hard when Katsuki’s face was just a few inches from you. Trying to not think about how nice it’d be to kiss him seemed even harder than physics right now. You start truly paying attention to the textbook and doing your best to get the concepts. The way Katsuki was explaining them though definitely did help; he broke down everything in a way that was a lot easier to understand than how you’d been reviewing the content.

Katsuki looked over at you to see how you were doing after about a half over of going through the textbook. Your face had determination written all over it, your eyebrows furrowed together as you paid careful attention to what he said. He hated to say it, but it was pretty endearing to see how focused and in the zone you were. He could tell you were trying your best but with the way things were going it seemed like just reading through the book wasn’t going to help.

He closed the book with a loud thud, making you jump. “Hold on, let me try to find a video or some shit so you can understand this better. There’s no use reading this fucking book if you’re clearly not fucking getting it,” Katsuki barked, annoyed with the little progress you were making. He honestly thought it’d be a lot easier than this. Trying to find a way for you to grasp the basic was getting to be a pain in the ass, but he was doing his best to not show it.

He got up, grabbed his laptop, and sat on his bed. He typed for a second, before looking up at you to say “Well what are you fucking waiting for? Get on the bed. I’m not sitting on the floor anymore, my fucking back is hurting.”

You scramble up and join him on the bed. He starts playing a video of some Indian tutor explaining kinetic energy, the primary focus of the current unit. But yet again, you just can’t seem to focus on the material; all you could really focus on was Katsuki. You were trying, truly, to pay attention. But it was a little hard to focus when you were so close to him that you can see him breathing in and out. Every breath he took flexed his muscles ever so slightly. It was impossible for you not to sneak a couple of glances at him while watching the videos.

Katsuki feels your eyes on him. They’re only on him in quick glances, but it still pisses him off. You should be paying attention to the videos, not him. He had to admit though that your glances were definitely making him flustered. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t think you were attractive and judging by the way you were looking at him, he guessed that you thought the same about him. With the way you were so focused on him, he’d be an absolute dumbass not to have picked up on that earlier. Nevertheless, you both were here to study and his main priority for now was getting you to understand at least a little bit of the unit.

After the video finished, Katsuki flipped through the textbook to find a practice problem based on the concepts you just saw. “Ok listen up, this one shouldn’t be too fucking hard. Do the problem just like they explained in the video and you should get the shit right,” he said, pushing the textbook toward you.

You worked carefully through the problem, taking careful attention to finish ieach and every step just like mentioned in the video. After about 5 minutes, you had finished all the work for the problem and you handed over your notebook to him to show him your work. Kastuki skimmed his eyes over the page, fully expecting you to get this question right.

To his surprise, although you used the correct steps and formulas, you’d gotten all the constants mixed up. There just seemed to be no way to get you to understand anything. “Are you fucking with me or are you being for real?” Kastuki barked.

You turned towards him, absolutely confused. “W-What do you mean? I did what you asked. Did I do something wrong??

That was all it took to set Katsuki off. “I don’t know, did you do something wrong?! I’ve been giving you the simplest fucking shit from the unit, and you still can’t seem to get it right! I mean come on, a toddler could do this shit! And if it was just formulas, maybe it wouldn’t even be so fucking bad, but once you get formulas right, you start fucking up on the constants. It’s like your brain can’t handle two things at the same fucking time!”

You flinched, taken aback by the harshness of his words. “I promise I’m trying my best Katsuki! I really am doing my best to study and get them right!” you exclaimed, trying to explain yourself.

“Trying to do to your best my ass! All afternoon you’ve done nothing but ogle me and don’t you dare try and deny it because I’ve seen you. All fucking day you’ve been looking at me!” Katsuki yelled. He was right, you couldn’t even deny it; all you could do was hang your head in shame.

“Don’t look all sad now, you know what you were fucking doing, “ he said grabbing your chin and tilting your face upwards so you had no choice but look him right in the eye. “Maybe that’s why you’re failing. Every time you’re studying, you’re really just thinking about me fucking you huh? Don’t try to deny it, I heard you fucking call my name out last night so I know you’re thinking of me.” he asked, the intensity of his eyes piercing right through you,

Although Katsuki was pretty pissed at your progress, or lack thereof, he had to say that looking at you all nervous and embarassed definitely was turning him on. The cherry red blush on your cheeks coupled with those wide eyes looking up at him? Just too adorable. He wanted to just throw care to the wind and kiss you, but you needed to study. Out of the blue, an idea popped into Katsuki’s head.

A mischievous grin spread across Katsuki’s face. If you weren’t nervous before, you definitely were now. “You know what? Since nothing seems to keep you focused on studying, let’s try a different approach - one that will have you thinking about only me,” he said in a low, suggestive tone that sent shivers down your spine.

Before you could blink, Kastuki grabbed your wrists and pinned you down on the bed. You looked up at him, eyes wide, as he said “Alright here’s what we’re fucking do. I’m gonna ask you a question, and if you get it right, you get a reward, got it? If you don’t want to do this, say something right fucking now and I’ll let go, but if not, I’m going to continue.”

You stayed silent, your heart beating so fast that it felt like it was going to jump out of your chest. “Good. First question, if potential energy is associated with position, kinetic energy is associated with what?” Katsuki asked.

You racked your brain and although you weren’t too sure, you mumbled out an answer, “M-motion?”

“That’s right, good job. Now time for your reward,” he said before leaning down to kiss you. The kiss startled you but gradually eased into it. It was surprisingly gentle, something you didn’t expect from someone who could be so brash. Your head felt like it was spinning: this felt like a dream. Just yesterday, you were thinking about him and now it’s turning into a reality. You couldn’t believe you were actually kissing Kastuki.

His lips travel past yours to your collarbone, leaving a trail of soft kisses in their wake. As he brought his lips close to yours again, you leaned closer expecting him to kiss you again. “Mm not yet, my impatient girl, you’ve got to answer another question if you want another reward,” he said pulling back with a chuckle.

The pout on your face was absolutely irresistible and made Katsuki want to come back and kiss you, but where’s the fun in that? “Alright sweetheart, next question. What theorem says that an average force acting on an object makes a push or pull, making a change in momentum?” he asked. You knew the answer to this was something to do with impulse, but you wondered what’d happen if you gave him the wrong answer.

“Uhhhh...is it...Newton’s second law?” you said tentatively.

All he says is ‘wrong’ before shifting one of his hands to the small of your back to pull you closer and start making out with you. This time it was far rougher than last time. He took no time to slip in his tongue, making you feel warm all over. You couldn’t even think; your head was overwhelmed with the feelings of his lips and his hands on you.

You could get used to punishment like this. You loved when he treated you soft, but something about him going rough now just set you ablaze. He lets go of your wrists to switch positions, his back now pressed against the headboard of his bed. He pulled you into his lap and continued to kiss you. He looked up at you through his eyelashes, the intensity of his eyes making you squirm.

“You ready for the next question sweetheart? Are displacement and velocity both vectors?” he asked. You spent a moment trying to remember before settling on a guess of yes. Luckily you were right and you waited expectantly for your reward. “Oh sweetheart, you thought you’d get another fucking reward for answering it right? I know you got the last one fucking wrong on purpose. So you know what? You don’t get any more rewards.”

He pulled you close and your arms automatically moved to wrap around his neck. His hand slipped to the back of your head to pull your head back slightly, giving him access to now kiss your neck. He started off gentle and then soon built up to marking your neck up. Your neck was left with multiple little hickeys that stopped right at the neckline of your shirt.

“Just take my shirt off already please, I can’t take any more teasing,” you pleaded. Katsuki laughed, “Be patient, I got you, sweetheart.” He took your top off, throwing it to the side. Immediately his hands were on your breasts, massaging the soft skin through your bra. You stopped him, gently lifting his hands from your chest. He looked up at you, worried he’d gone too far, but that feeling dissipated as soon as he saw you taking your bra off.

You tossed your bra aside and put his hands back on your breasts. It felt so much better than him feeling you through the fabric of your bra. His hands were the perfect combination of rough and soft. Kastuki leaned down to pepper some kisses on the top of your breasts, trailing down to the center of your chest. He bit down on the side of one of your breast, sending pleasure all through you. You moaned out, the mix of pleasure and pain making your toes curl. Kastuki leaned back to see the pretty marks he’d made all over you, proud of his artwork.

“Now we’ve got something only you and I can see, but extras still know your fucking mine,” he said with a smile. “Lay down for me sweetheart and I’ll make you feel even better.” He lifted you off his lap and you were surprised how easy it was for him to pick you up. You laid down and you felt his eyes looking you up and down.

“I know you know you’re pretty so I’m not gonna fucking tell you that. But you really are fucking gorgeous,” he said leaning down to leave a trail of kisses starting from your breasts and moving down. He got on top of you and went back up to kiss you, massaging your breasts again. His hands slowly moved downwards and ghosted his hands right over your pussy. He looked at you for any sign of discomfort before starting to slowly rub your clit.

He kept kissing you and gradually worked his way to rub along your slit, but came back again to rub your clit again. He moved down, leaving kisses in his wake and lighting your skin on fire, stopping only at your pussy. He left soft and gently kisses down your inner thigh and licked a stripe of skin, resting his lips right near your lips.

He looked up at you for a moment and said, “You have no fucking clue how many nights I’ve imagined what it’d feel like to do this.” You barely had a second to get yourself together before Katsuki dove right into eating you out like it was his last meal. He lapped at your clit, trying to find out what’d make you cum. Judging from your moans though, he’d say he was definitely doing a good job of making you feel good.

Your back arched and you squirmed from the pleasure you felt and Katsuki took that as a sign to amp it up a notch. He licked along your slit and then started sucking right on your bundle of nerves.

“K-katsuki ~,” you whined, and somehow hearing you call out his name made him want to please you even more. It was like music to his ears. “Keep fucking moaning like that baby,” he growled out. He kept sucking your clit and slipped two fingers inside your pussy, slowly pumping them in and out of you. You moaned out again, head spinning with pleasure, which just made Katsuki’s attack on your pussy grow even faster.

He pulled off your clit just to kiss you again. You could taste your juices on his tongue when he slipped it inside of your mouth, continuing to pump his fingers at a relentless pace. WIth every pump, his fingers kept hitting your sweet spot and you felt the pleasure build up inside of you bit by bit. “Are you gonna cum, sweetheart?” Kastuki asked.

“Y-yes, gonna...c-cum soon,” you mewled out, your head too foggy to come up with proper sentences. “Too bad baby, you cum when I fucking tell you to, and if you cum before I say you can I swear to God, you’ll be punished for it,” he replied.

This had to be some sort of cruel punishment; you didn’t know how you were gonna last ny longer but you agreed to not cum. “Good girl. Now I’m gonna countdown from 5, and when I get to 1, then you can cum, alright?” You nodded your head, praying he’d count fast.

Katsuki loved the desperation on your face. He could tell how badly you wanted to cum but it was just too fun to tease you. “5,” he said, starting the countdown. It took everything in you to not cum as Katsuki just kept going faster and faster.

“F-fuck Katsuki, please, I want to cum so bad,” you cried out.

“Not yet, you have to wait for me to get to 1. Don’t make me punish you darling. 4.”

Your pussy was quivering around his fingers as you tried your best not to cum. You were an unraveling moaning mess, eyes rolling back to your head.

“3.” Katsuki counted, bringing his other hand up to now rub your clit. It seemed like 1 would take forever to get to at this point. Your climax just kept building further, the pleasure making you dizzy.

“2.”

“Thank fuck,” you thought. “Almost there, just have to wait a little longer.” You gripped the sheets, holding on to hear that last number.

“1.”

You finally cum, squirting all over his hand, the built-up pressure released at long last. “Fuck sweetheart, you really made a mess of these fucking sheets huh?” Kastuki says with a chuckle.

“Fuck I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make such a mess. I can wash the sheets if you’d like.” you offer.

“Nah, its fine, I like seeing how good I made you feel. Don’t think I’ve ever made anyone cum that fucking much,” he replied. “Stay right there, let me get you a towel so you can get clean and shit.” He left for a moment, bringing back a small hand towel and some water. You wiped away the remains of your juices that painted your stomach and tried your best to dry the bed while you were at it.

You took a sip of water as he said “You know, its funny that you remembered you more when you were eaten out than when you were studying. Maybe we need to do that more often.”

You blushed “M-maybe. If I’d known you’d be down to do something like that, I would have asked you to tutor me a long time ago,” you say, falling back into the pillows. Katsuki grabbed another towel to cover the wet spot on the bed, lifted your legs and placed the towel right underneath them.

“If you’re tired or some shit, you can take a nap here; I don’t give a fuck.” he said nonchalantly.

“Really? I might just have to take you up on that offer, I am pretty tired,” you reply, pulling his blankets to your shoulders and getting cozy. He climbs into bed with you, slipping his arm behind your head.

“Come closer so we can cuddle and shit,” he says pulling you close.

“I never thought you’d be the sorta guy to cuddle, Katsuki. You going all soft on me?” you say with a giggle.

“Just shut the fuck up and take a nap with me, sweetheart.”

A smile stretched across your face as you cuddle up close to him, legs wrapping around his. The warmth of his body surrounds you, making you feel utterly cozy. It didn’t take long before you felt your eyes close. You soon drifted off, content and happier than ever before.

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could u do a uni professor aizawa and a student reader where she goes to a cafe that’s not well known sometimes and orders something and sits in the corner and just breaks down once in a while late at night (the cafe is 24/7). And on one of those nights her professor (aizawa) comes in and takes to her and tells her to let it all out on him and pretend she doesn’t know him.

⋆ ⸌♡ comfort coffee ♡ ⸍⋆

summary: you're a college student studying biochemistry at a cafe. one night things just get too stressful for you and you breakdown. luckily, your professor, Aizawa is here to comfort you.

pairing: shouta aizawa x student!reader (but the fic is pretty non-romantic)

warnings: nothing really, just a story :)

notes: thank you sm for this ask! it was so nice to write this fic after having finals for my summer classes :) hope you like it!

Finals season is by far the worst time of the year. There’s nothing like a couple of finals that will have you rethinking your entire major or career. You absolutely loved biochemistry. You dreamed about pursuing a career in biochemical research since you were 14 and you were elated when you got into one of the top biochem programs in your state.

But you never realized how much work it’d entail. Between doing classes, being a part of clubs, and volunteering, handling everything on your plate could really wear you thin. Finals definitely didn’t help the stress. The end of the semester brought many sleepless nights as you stayed awake for hours studying.

It took you some time to get used to how frustrating the season could really be, but once you found a routine, it was just a matter of going through the motions. Freshman year was definitely the most difficult final season since you still weren’t used to campus.

You planned on just studying for a couple of days in the library, but you found it started getting packed weeks before the professors even started talking about finals in their classes. It always seemed like every study room, every booth, and every chair had someone already studying in it. It was just too crowded of an atmosphere to study in. Your dorm wasn’t an option either given your loud roommates; you loved them, but you had to stay focused.

A solution finally came to you via a late-night stroll to get some coffee a few minutes away from your residence hall. You were actually planning to go to the convenience store, but when you saw the sign that said free coffee after 5 visits, you decided to go to the neighboring cafe instead. It was open 24 hours and had a calm serene environment. No crowds, no loud roommates, just soft piano music playing in the background.

You ordered a latte and sat down to take in the peace and quiet. It seemed to be the only relaxing part of campus this time of year. When your name was called out, you got up to go get your drink before asking the barista whether you could study here at a cafe for a while. She went to the back to ask the owner before confirming you could, so you went back and got all your books and laptop as soon as you could and got straight to work.

After a couple of hours though, the stress of it all was definitely getting to you. Soon after, you started to cry. Now to anyone looking in from the outside, it seemed like you’d hit your breaking point. But you had always been pretty sensitive; crying to relieve some stress was just part of your nature. At first, the barista was worried and came over to comfort you, but you assured her that it was just a way of calming yourself down. After a quick cry, you felt a lot more settled and got right back to work.

Every semester, it was like clockwork, you’d come in to study from time to time in the cafe, and during finals, you’d have your usual cry. All the baristas and even the owner got used to it at this point and just gave you your space to let your stress out. However, your junior year final season was looking to be your hardest season yet.

You were doing a lot more now: your classes, working in a research lab, on the board for a club, and looking towards applying to grad school. Again, you loved working towards your career in biochemistry, but it was just so much to handle. You knew being an adult would bring this on, but you severely underestimated how much responsibility it’d truly entail. Everything was just hitting you all at once.

As usual, you went to the cafe to study, but as you stepped into the building, you were already feeling defeated. Studying for your classes didn’t help. The more you progressed through college, the harder and more concentrated your classes became, making it far more stressful than the last two years combined.

You broke down once again, but this time your breakdown wasn’t just a quick cry. You looked a mess, trying to wipe your tears on the cafe napkins, which wasn’t helping at concealing your sniffles. You couldn’t help yourself though, you just had never been so completely beaten down in your entire academic life. You tried not to think about how you’d look to others right now; I mean after all, it’s not like anyone would come in to get a coffee at 2 AM, right?

Well, you were proven wrong the second you saw your professor, Aizawa, step through the door. Plus, it’s not like you were a forgettable student either. Aizawa was an integral faculty member of the biochem department and most classes in your degree involved having him as a professor.

Over the semesters, you’d formed a good rapport with him through office hours and you respected not only him as a teacher but his research and work within the field as well. No need to say that you were absolutely mortified to see him here at the cafe; no student would want their professor to see them in the state you were a currently in.

To your relief, he didn’t seem to notice you in the corner of the cafe as he ordered his drink. He ended up sitting facing away from you, which you considered a miracle. You tried your best to duck behind the screen of your computer so Aizawa couldn’t see you and calm yourself down as quickly as you could. Fortunately for you, you spotted a pair of earbuds in his ears, so you assumed that he wouldn’t be able to hear you.

Aizawa was pretty tired himself. He had tons of assignments to grade since the semester was wrapping up; something about the final week of classes made students want to submit all their late assignments at once although he had already stated in the syllabus he doesn’t take late work. If that wasn’t exhausting enough, he also had dozens of emails pouring in from students asking to round their grades, review topics with him, and ask him for recommendations even though he had no clue who they even were. He needed a coffee break and thankfully, he knew one cafe was open now. He grabbed a coat and headed downtown.

It’s not like he hadn’t been before; this cafe was one of his most favorite spots on campus. He loved quiet and the cafe was completely serene. Plus, when you rarely got more than 5 hours of sleep, cafes like these were a godsend. As he walked in, he noticed there was someone else at the cafe, but they seemed to be working so he paid them no mind. He soon his drink, sat down, and pulled out his laptop, ready to power through his work. He let out a relaxed sigh, taking in the silence.

The silence didn’t last for long though. He had earphones and was planning on listening to some music as he worked, but before he could play anything he noticed a soft sniffling sound coming from the other side of the cafe. He paid no mind to it and thought the music would drown the noise out, Unfortunately, that didn’t help as he heard the sniffles continue in the background. At first, he decided to just ignore it, but after 15 minutes, his patience disappeared and his annoyance grew.

Was it partially rude to get mad at someone who was upset? Maybe. But did Aizawa care? No. He’s spent so many sleepless nights and he didn’t think that asking for one peaceful one was too much to ask.

He got up to give whoever it was a piece of his mind, and maybe a pack of tissues to go along with it, slamming his laptop shut and stuffing it into his backpack. He marched straight over to the table and was about to throw the tissues down on the table before he saw exactly who was making all that noise.

Sitting right in front of him was one of his favorite students. She was in many of his classes and frequented his office hours at least once a week. He knew it was a bit controversial to have favorite students, but he just truly appreciated the drive and passion you had for biochem.

All his annoyance and frustration melted away and were replaced with concern. Aizawa knew you as a sharp, quick-to-learn, positive student. The student in front of him now looked beaten and broken down, like frustration had taken complete control of you. “Y/n? Are you okay?” he tentatively, holding out the tissues in his hands.

You looked up, shame washing over you. You couldn’t believe Aizawa had heard you crying and walked over to talk to you. Mortifying couldn’t even begin to describe how you felt. You knew you looked an absolute mess and you just hated the fact that he saw you like this. Before you mustered up the words to tell him you were doing just fine, you burst into tears. It’s like someone asking whether things were alright was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, things are gonna be fine, what’s wrong?” Aizawa asked, sitting down next to you in the booth you were in. “Just talk to me about it, I’m here to listen.”

“I can’t t-talk about i-it, i-it’s really n-n-nothing, plus it’s a-al-already so un-unprofessional to cry like t-this to you,” you replied, your cries turning into sobs.

“Listen to me, just pretend I’m not your professor for now, pretend that I’m just your friend or a random stranger, whatever makes you feel better. I’m just concerned for you as a person is all. Just vent to me and I promise I won’t judge you at all okay?” Aizawa said looking at you kindly.

You took a deep breath, “It’s just that... I’ve just been really struggling with all the things I have to do this year. Biochem used to be my passion and it still is for the most part. But this semester things just feel overwhelming. I can’t help but feel frustrated when I have to worry about so many things like work, volunteering, clubs, etc. It just makes me feel like I’m drowning and regardless what I do, I just can’t seem to keep up, you know?”

Aizawa nodded understandingly, giving you space to continue. “It’s not like it’s about time management or procrastination; I make sure to space out my work. But it still ends up being too much. It’s like I’m constantly juggling tasks and I’m one mistake away from fumbling everything.”

You kept pouring your heart out as Aizawa remained silent, his nods encouraging you to continue talking. And although you didn’t think it would help in any way when you first started out, you had to admit that venting to him definitely felt like a weight being lifted from your shoulders. You’d of course vented like this to your friends before, but it was different this time - Aizawa truly understood you. It just felt refreshing to talk to someone who already understood the science field, understood what you were going through.

Finally, as you wrapped up your vent, you wiped away your tears and took another deep breath to calm yourself. You couldn’t help but wonder if Aizawa was now silently judging you, but you tried your best to push that thought aside. You’d already bared your soul to him anyways so what did it matter?

He handed you a tissue and leaned towards you slightly, his voice calmer than you’d ever heard him be. “I completely understand you,” he began. “Biochem, and science in general, can be incredibly demanding and strenuous. I’ve felt the same pressure throughout my career and it’s easy to get overwhelmed, especially when someone as as driven as you are.”

His words resonated deeply with you, and you nodded, feeling slightly reassured. “Remember that you’re doing enough. You’re doing the best you can and that’s all anyone can ask of you. That’s all that matters. You’re one of the most resilient and hard-working students I’ve seen.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as his words sank in; it was exactly what you needed to hear. “Taking care of yourself is crucial,” Aizawa continued. “I know it’s tempting to want to do everything and try to chase that high of finishing everything you set out to do, but you have to remember to take care of yourself first. You can’t do everything and that’s okay. You’re your own first priority.

His advice stuck a chord with you; you knew you needed balance, but hearing it straight from one of your most respected professors made you think about it in a different light. “Thank you,” you say, your voice sincere. “I really needed to hear that.”

Aizawa’s eyes softened and he leaned back. “You’re an amazing student,” he said. “I have no doubt that you’ll overcome these challenges and achieve whatever you set your mind to. I’m here to support you every step of the way.”

He gave you a warm smile, but his kind words were more than enough to brighten your night up. It wasn’t like you hadn’t heard a similar spiel before from your parents or loved ones, but it was just different coming from a professor you respected so much. It felt validating to know that your teacher thought you were capable.

It just meant a lot to you that he’d take time out of his night to comfort you. “Thank you for that, I appreciate it. It just feels good to talk it out with someone who understands my situation you know? ”you said. “I’m just sorry that you had to spend so much time consoling me when you came here to work.”

“It’s not a problem at all Y/n! Besides I’m not just gonna sit and ignore one of my favorite students when she’s having a tough time. Don’t repeat that favorite student bit to anyone though, I’m technically not supposed to have those,” Aizawa said, getting up from his spot and picking up all the tissues you’d used alongside your empty coffee cup. “Just focus on doing your work and more importantly catching a break!”

“I promise I’ll take a break soon, thank you again for comforting me,” you said, pulling out a notebook from your bag to get started on some practice problems.

He put all the tissues and your cup in the trash before grabbing his belongings and saying “Again, not a problem, and stop by my office anytime you feel down like this again and you want to talk it out. My door is always open.”

You watched him walk out the door and you were left with a peaceful smile on your face. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt relieved like this. It was just so good to know you had someone like Aizawa in your corner. Soon after, you ordered another coffee so that you could get back to work. As you got into the groove of studying, you felt confident about your finals and you remembered what Aizawa said to you every time you even felt a slight tinge of disappointment.

That confidence definitely reflected in your grades a week later when you saw that you made nothing less than a 90 on all five finals. You had never been happier in your life. It was just so relieving to see all your hard work had finally paid off. Whether the respect you had for him or just because it was Aizawa, his words meant the world to you. As you continued to work towards your degree, you made sure to always talk things out with Aizawa whenever things were getting tough. Finally, you’d found a way to calm yourself down and over time, you slowly started assuring yourself on your own.

Semesters went by and even though you didn’t come into his office to talk about stress, you still visited Aizawa just to talk. He never failed to be the perfect mentor to you, even when he was grumpy from sleep deprivation. As the semesters went by, you actually got the opportunity to work in his lab as his assistant.

You were finally accomplishing your dream and you loved every minute of it. There were just no words that could describe how thankful you were to have met Aizawa and taken his classes. If someone had told you that you’d be accomplishing your dream because of a breakdown in a cafe, you would’ve never believed it. But here you were regardless, being the best that you could be.

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•♡✷ matched hearts (pt. 2) ✷♡•

✷ summary: shinsou downloads a dating app and starts talking to you

✷ pairing: hitoshi shinsou x reader

✷ tags: no warnings, just fluff!

✷ notes: slanted texts indicate actual text messages (purple is shinsou, white is reader) :)

Waiting the two days till the date felt like an eternity as you and Shinsou kept talking. You were pretty excited to finally meet him, but you had to admit your excitement was coupled with a bit of nervousness.

What if he wasn’t like who he was through text? You weren’t someone who really believed in rumors, but you’d heard that he was really blunt, and honestly, that worried you a bit. What if he was just being nice and charming to just get in your pants? You did your best to clear those thoughts from your head, certain that he was a good guy. But they remained on the back burner of your mind.

Saturday finally arrived and Shinsou got up bright and early to get ready for the date. 9 am to be precise. Was it entirely too early? Absolutely and he knew that, but he was just too excited to finally meet you. You just seemed to be the sweetest soul he’d ever met and he wanted this date to go perfectly.

He popped into the shower after sending you a quick text.

Good morning :) stoked for our date! You still good with the plans?

You were up as well, planning out what exactly you were going to wear, when you got his text.

Yup! Its the cafe that’s like 15 minutes away from the dorms, right?

Yes, see you there in a bit!

You ended up going with a sundress as your outfit of choice since the weather was pretty nice and then took a shower. By the time, you had showered, did your hair and finished your makeup it was about 10:30 am. Although you knew that the cafe was a short walk, you liked being early, so you headed out. It was a lovely day outside, a slight breeze and cloudy, making it the perfect day for a walk like this. You did your best to calm your nerves as you walked to the cafe.

Once you got there, it was about 10:48am. “Okay I’ve got a few minutes to relax before he comes. This is no big deal, just going on a date with a cute guy, that’s completely fine,” you thought to yourself, trying yet again to ease your anxiety.

You sat at a bench right across the cafe and waited for Shinsou after sending him a quick text.

Hey, I just got to the cafe :) I’m sitting right across it rn on a bench

Shinsou was about 5 minutes away from the cafe when he got your text. He smoothed his hair down and checked with his phone’s camera to make sure he looked alright.

When he got to the cafe, he looked around to find you and there you were, scrolling on phone. You were sitting Indian-style on the bench, which he found endearing, He called out your name and waved, making you look up and beam the brightest smile Shinsou had ever seen.

“Hey! Glad to finally meet you! Do you wanna head inside?” he said, looking at you with a certain softness that you didn’t expect. You looked up at him and were finally able to get a good look of his eyes. They were kind, but striking and you could tell that he’d spent many a sleepless night just like you from the bad under his eyes.

You both headed inside the cafe, where you were immediately greeted by not just the waitress, but the two cats as well. As you and Shinsou sat down, one of the cats jumped up onto your lap, which made your heart practically burst. He played with you for a while before jumping down, leaving you and Shinsou alone to talk.

It was a little awkward at first, but you both quickly got comfortable and the date was everything you’d dreamed of. He asked you about what sort of things you like to crochet which lead you both down a rabbit hole of talking about all the stuffed animals you’d made so far. He also talked about his work in the Department of Heroes and his quirk.

“As of right now, I’m trying to ask Mr. Aizawa to be a mentor of sorts. You know, Deku’s got All Might and they’re so close in quirk that it’s really helped Deku sky rocket, and I think that sort of thing could be good for me given Mr. Aizawa’s quirk you know?” Shinsou explained.

He thought you’d retort by mentioning the negative side to his quirk, but surprisingly, you said nothing of the sort. You completely understood where he was coming from, which was something he really valued. Talking to you made him feel valued and things just felt natural, felt right .

Eventually, though it was time to head back to the dorms. Shinsou didn’t want to admit that little bit of sadness he felt knowing that the date had to end soon, but he tried convincing himself that it was alright. “I mean he had homework to do anyways so it’s not that bad, at least I can get started on that,” he thought.

You also felt a little disappointed that the date had to end, but you were secretly hoping Shinsou felt the same. After all, that’s the hallmark of a good date right? If neither of you want to leave, a second date was almost guaranteed. And that’s all you wished for at the moment. As the both of you walked back to the dorms, all you could think about is how you hoped he’d ask you on a second date when he dropped you off at your building.

When you finally reached your dorm, he gave you a hug and then said “I’m really glad we went on this date; it was really nice.”

“I enjoyed it too. It definitely was really lovely,” you replied. A moment of silence passed between you before Shinsou finally broke it and asked you for your number. You were nothing short of ecstatic when you entered your number into his phone.

“Thanks, I’ll make sure to text you soon so you can have my number. See you around,” he said, waving goodbye and then leaving to go to his dorm. You went back to your room and you went straight to your bed to squeal into your pillow. You were so happy that the date went well that you almost didn’t hear the chime of your phone letting you know that Shinsou had texted you.

Hey it’s Shinsou. I really enjoyed our date today and if its not too soon to ask, do you want to go on another date sometime?

The squeal you let out before? It paled in comparison to the one you let out after reading that text.

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whispering-ways · 9 months

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✿ about me! ✿

Hi! I’m Seewei :) I’m 20 and I use she/her pronouns. I’m a college student and I study neuroscience and psychology (I’m trying to become a neuroscientist in the future). I also post my fanfics on AO3 (whisperingways)

It’s been a while since I’ve used Tumblr, so bare with me while I figure out how to really make the most of it :)

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♡ masterlist ♡

(updated 11.07.23)

my hero academia

fluff:

tulips and katsudon - izuku midoriya x reader

matched hearts (pt. 1) (pt.2) - shinsou hitoshi x reader

movie cuddles - tamaki amajiki x reader

love struck - izuku midoriya x reader

comfort coffee - shouta aizawa x reader

NSFW:

physics problems (pt. 1) (pt.2) - bakugo katsuki x reader

after office hours - shouta aizawa x reader

demon slayer

NSFW:

heart to heart - gyomei himejima x reader

five nights at freddy's

fluff:

falling asleep - mike schmidt x reader

spy x family

to be written soon!

jujustu kaisen

to be written soon!

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whispering-ways · 9 months

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ʚ fanfic requests ɞ

I haven't done many requests since I'm pretty new to tumblr, but I will write about anything requested except for the following:

✽ Gore

✽ P*dophilia

✽ M*rder

✽ R*pe

✽ Beasti*lity

✽ Inc*st

Fandoms I currently plan on writing about:

✽ My Hero Academia

✽ Demon Slayer

✽ Spy x Family

✽ Jujustu Kaisen

i'll be adding more as i watch more series on my watchlist :)

Other details:

✽ I mostly write character x reader fics, but I do not mind writing other ships as long as its within my comfort zone

✽ I wont write very specific self inserts

✽ I take SFW, fluff, NSFW, etc requests but I will only write about

✽ You can put in up to 4 asks at a time; after that, please wait at least a week before putting in more

✽ If you're wondering whether your request fits in these rules, feel free to message me and ask :)

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☆・✷ physics problems (pt. 1) ✷・☆

☆ summary: you have a breakdown over your physics test scores and katsuki overhears you

☆ pairing: bakugo katsuki x (female implied) reader

☆ tags: f! masturbation, some cursing; minors do not interact plz!

☆ notes: orange text is kastuki's text, all characters are aged up to be 18+, this and all other fanfics will be up on my AO3 (whisperingways)

You didn’t know what else you could possibly do. You tried your best but it seemed like you were never going to get physics. You’d done everything; reviewed notes, studied practice problems, watched videos, but nothing seemed to improve your test scores. As you took your test, you hoped and prayed that you got at least a 75 on it, but in the back of your mind, you knew that was wishful thinking as you’d blanked on at least 6 out of the 20 questions.

A couple of days later, Mr. Aizawa handed back the tests at the end of class and as he was giving them back, he made a point to place yours upside on your test. “Fuck, that can’t be good,” you thought scared to turn it over. You couldn’t even muster the courage to look at it during class, so you stuffed the paper into your backpack and returned to your room.

After winding down for a bit, you decided you needed to bite the bullet and look at your score. You pulled out the crumpled sheet of paper from your bag and slowly turned it over. “Fucking hell, a 48?! I literally studied for 15 hours for this exam, what more could I have done?” you thought, feeling absolutely defeated. You threw the paper to the ground, trying not to think of the score. But it seemed like you could never escape it after you heard a chime from your phone, notifying you that the grade had just been put into the grade book.

Tears started to well up in your eyes, but you did your best to hold them back. There was no way you were going to cry; it was Friday and all you wanted to do was relax and forget all about physics. You headed to the kitchen to make a bowl of spicy ramen, your favorite, in order to pick your mood up. But just like all the studying you’d done for your test, this didn’t help improve the situation either. You put extra hot sauce in your ramen, hoping the spice would distract you, and you went to the living room to eat.

Luckily the room was empty, so you’d be able to have some peace and quiet with your ramen. You scrolled through TikTok a bit, but something about being alone and the silence just made the thoughts in your head louder and you couldn’t hold back your tears anymore. You just felt so defeated. There truly felt there was nothing else you could possibly do and your scores just kept getting lower and lower.

You’d tried so many different study methods and resources that you weren’t even sure what you could even try next. You were crying for about 10 minutes before Izuku, who had come to the kitchen to make himself a quick snack, finally heard you and came into the living room to comfort you.

He tried his best to assure you, but as kind and compassionate as he was, it still didn’t make you feel better because, in reality, you were still failing physics. There was no amount of comforting pep talks that could change your grade. With a sigh, you say, “Thank you Izuku for trying to cheer me up, but I think I’m just gonna head to bed and maybe try to study tomorrow.” You wipe the tears from your eyes and get up from the couch.

“No problem, just let me know if there’s anything I can do to help you out okay? Just text me,” Izuku said giving you a hug. You walked off, head looking at the ground so no one would see how red your eyes were. You just wanted to get to your room as quickly as possible and attract no attention; you didn’t want to talk to anyone. You were in such a rush, you didn’t even realize how Katsuki was standing in the kitchen.

You came back to your room and flopped on your bed, crying into your pillow, when you heard your phone buzzing, You reached underneath your pillow to grab your phone and to your surprise, Katsuki had sent you a text.

Hey nerd, I heard what you were telling Izuku that you’re in the shit with physics. You doing okay?

God, you didn’t even know Katsuki had heard you. “I must’ve sounded like such a wimp for breaking down like that,” you thought as embarrassment washed over you. You and Katsuki weren’t the best of friends, but you both got along and you enjoyed hanging out with him, even though he could be rude at times.You saw a softer side in him within his harshly phrased words and you liked the banter between you both. In all honesty, you had a little bit of a crush on him, so hearing that he heard you break down was nothing short of mortifying. You were going to ignore it and text him later but you’d already read the message and didn’t want to come off dismissive, so you sent him a reply.

To be honest no, at this rate I’m going to absolutely flunk physics and I’m not even sure what to do anymore :(

You saw that Katsuki read your message immediately, but it took him a while for him to send his text.

Well then you want to come over sometime to study? I do well on the tests so I can tutor you tomorrow if you’re free.

The offer surprised you; you never thought he’d ever willingly want to tutor you. I mean, he found it annoying to tutor Denki, so you had no idea why he’d offer to tutor you too. However, he wasn’t lying. You saw that he never made any lower than a 95 on all the tests so far, so maybe studying with him would help. I mean what did you have to lose?

Sure that works, thank you so much! :) What time and where?

How about 3pm in my room? That way if we need to study late you dont have to fucking walk too far in the dark.

Ok sounds good :) thanks again I really appreciate it!

No problem its a fucking date then

“It’s a date then?” you repeated to yourself. “What does that mean? Like an actual date or is that just his wording?” starting to overthink on what Katsuki could have meant. He couldn’t have actually meant a date right? “God, just another thing to think about now, but a lot better than thinking about tests and physics.”

Now that you had a moment by yourself you were really able to wrap your head around tomorrow’s plans. You weren’t gonna lie, the thought of being in Katsuki’s room and so close to him definitely got some gears turning. You knew that tomorrow was just going to be purely focusing on physics, but a part of you wished for more.

You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to daydream. “I wish he’d just reward me with a kiss or something every time I got an answer right. Fuck, or run his hands down my thighs. I just want his hands or lips on me; I’ll take either one,” you thought with a longing sigh. Your fingers slowly slipped down to your pussy as you kept thinking about Katsuki.

You started rubbing your clit to the thought of him eating you out, one of your biggest fantasies. You imagined what it’d be like if he was here on your bed with you between your legs.

You slowly started slipping two fingers into yourself. You imagined his head buried into your pussy, eating you out like it was his last meal. He’d spread your lips apart and run his tongue up and down your pussy, before stopping up at your clit to suck on it delicately.

As you kept pumping your fingers in and out, you pretended they were his long fingers instead, reaching deep inside of you. "Fuck...Katsuki~," you moaned as you went faster, getting closer to climaxing.

You tried to keep your moans and cries of his name as quiet as you could, but you couldn’t help it; it just felt too good. Suddenly, you hear a knock on the door, jolting you out of bed. You adjusted your shirt and put your shorts back on and rushed to the door. You opened the door and the color immediately left your face.

“Having fun in there?” Katsuki said with a wide grin on his face, leaning on the frame of your door. The color returned to your face, but you were completely red. You knew he had to have heard you; you were just hoping that he didn’t hear you call out his name.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, I was just...uhh...getting ready for bed,” you said, but his face showed no signs of him being convinced.

“Well, whatever you’re fucking doing in there, keep it down pretty girl; I can hear you outside your door,” he said with a smirk before pushing off your door frame. “Have a good night and see you tomorrow.” He walked off down the hallway and you closed your door, leaving you absolutely beet red as you climbed back into bed.

Fortunately, masturbating earlier had left you pretty tired. You hoped that Kastuki forgot all about the situation tomorrow morning or at the least never mentioned it ever in his life. You could barely keep your eyes open at this point, so you quickly set your alarm and fell asleep soon after.

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whispering-ways · 9 months

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•♡✷ matched hearts (pt. 1) ✷♡•

✷ summary: shinsou downloads a dating app and starts talking to you

✷ pairing: hitoshi shinsou x reader

✷ tags: no warnings, just fluff!

✷ notes: slanted texts indicate actual text messages (purple is shinsou, white is reader) :)

Shinsou wasn’t a big fan of dating apps. He wasn’t even a big fan of talking to the people around him nevertheless new people. It’s not that he didn’t like people, he liked his friends of course, it was just hard to maintain a conversation with people is all.

But seeing all the couples on campus did honestly make him feel a bit lonely, leading him to download Hinge. He honestly never took it seriously; it was fun to swipe through profiles but he never took the time to have any sort of deep conversation with anyone. That is until he saw your profile.

He’d seen you around UA a couple of times and thought you were pretty, but Hinge let him see you in a whole new light. Apparently, you really liked crocheting, which he found interesting because he always wanted to learn how to do it, but never quite found the time to actually learn. You were a huge movie buff which was yet another plus since he was too. You also seemed to be really smart; UA didn’t just choose any old student to be part of the Department of Support after all. Something about you just carried this bright aura that pulled him in. Soon enough he was liking your profile and sending you his best pickup line in hopes of talking to you more.

You’d just gotten home from a long day of tinkering with a new gadget you’d been working on recently when you saw that someone liked your Hinge profile. At first, you were going to ignore the notification; you were way too tired. But even after you took a shower, ate dinner, and took a melatonin gummy, it seemed like you’d never be able to fall asleep. So you opened up Hinge, thinking that if you were going to be up, you might as well look through some profiles.

That’s when you saw that Shinsou liked your profile. You didn’t know him too well, but you had seen him pop into the support department a couple of times. You definitely thought he was cute, but you’d never really gotten a chance to talk to him since he mostly just talked to Mei when he needed repairs. But his pick-up line?

“‘Is your name yarn? Because you’ve got me all tangled up in your stitches’?” you said with a laugh. It was for sure one of the cheesier pick-up lines you’d been told, but still pretty sweet. You thought about it for a second and then decided to reply. I mean it’s not like you were falling asleep anytime soon anyways.

Lol that’s really cheesy, but you’re in luck bc cheesy pick-up lines are my fav :)

After a few minutes, you thought you wouldn’t hear a reply back till tomorrow morning so you started scrolling through Instagram. But after looking through a couple of posts, you saw that Shinsou sent you a reply back.

Haha, well I’m glad you like it. How has your day been?

Its been a little tiring tbh, I’ve been working on this one gadget for who knows how long and I just can’t seem to get it to do what I want it to do lol. How’s yours been?

This time the reply was instantaneous.

Tiring as well. I’ve been doing nothing but training all day today. What sort of gadget are you making?

That surprised you; most people thought making gadgets was boring and didn’t want to know too much about it. But as you gave him more details about what you were building, he seemed genuinely interested. It was refreshing, to say the least. That question lead you both into talking about your careers and the passion he had to be a hero was evident. It was inspiring to see how much he cared about quirks that were looked down on in society. To you, it was certainly admirable and made you want to work harder in your own career.

Shinsou thought your dedication to the support department was amazing. It was good to talk to someone who was equally as ambitious as he was, but not actively trying to be competitive, which was a big issue between students in the hero industry. As the night carried on, the both of you kept texting about anything and everything.

There was just something so comforting and natural when talking to you. It was just simple. Before you two knew it, it was 4 am and you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore. You’d felt yourself drifting off a couple of hours ago, but the conversation was just too good for you to end it then. You and Shinsou said goodnight and you hoped that this wasn’t the end of the both of you talking.

When you woke up the next morning after talking to him, you were greeted with a text from Shinsou which immediately put a smile on your face.

Good morning. I hope you have a nice and hopefully less tiring day :)

It was simple, but sweet and lead you both to continue talking throughout the rest of the day. It had been now about three days since your initial conversation and you both had been texting the entire time. Getting texts from Shinsou had now become one of the most delightful parts of the day. Whenever you saw a notification from him, you felt a wave of giddiness flood through you.

Shinsou, although he didn’t want to admit it, also found himself grinning at your daily texts. Every time he heard the chime of his notifications, he secretly hoped it was you texting him back. And while he knew he shouldn’t be so quick to answer, he couldn’t help texting you back instantaneously. You were one of the only people he enjoyed talking to after all.

It took a lot of courage out of him, but after an hour of hyping himself up and drafting out the text in his mind, Shinsou finally asked you out on a date.

Would you happen to be free this weekend? I’ve really enjoyed talking to you and I’d like to take you out on a date if that’s okay with you.

When you saw that text, you squealed and threw your phone on your bed in excitement. After a moment, you realized that you’d actually need to settle yourself and reply to him.

I’d love that! Are you free on Saturday around 11am?

Shinsou’s nerves instantly settled; he was absolutely elated reading your last text. He took a minute or two to think of some places he thought you’d enjoy and then sent his reply.

Yeah, that works for me :) there’s a cat cafe nearby UA, would you like to go there?

That sounds lovely! I love cats, so thats acc perfect!

Great! I’m a big cat fan myself. I guess its a date then ♡

Soon after you two had set up your date, you both said your goodnights. But you were far too excited to fall asleep any time soon. You were already laying in bed, planning your outfit, and thinking about how you wanted to do your makeup even though the date was two days away

. A couple of blocks away, Shinsou was thinking about the date too. The more he'd talked to you, the more he truly felt this connection with you. It just felt like kismet. All he was hoping for now is that you weren't any different in person.

You spent most of the night thinking of different scenarios of how you thought the date would go in hopes of calming you down enough to fall asleep. However, it did the exact opposite, the lovely thoughts keeping you awake. After a while though (and with the help of a melatonin gummy), you were able to fall asleep and you dreamt of your date the whole night.

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whispering-ways · 9 months

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•♡✧ movie cuddles ✧♡•

✯ summary: you and tamaki have your first date and watch a movie together

✯ pairing: tamaki amajiki x reader

✯ tags: no warnings, just fluff!

✯ notes: nothing really, hope you guys like the story :)

“Where did I put it?” you say, looking through your closet for your tote bag. It was the last thing you needed before you went to Tamaki’s dorm room for your movie date. Movie date. The words themselves made you blush.

You’d had a crush on him for a while now, since you first became friends really. I mean, you’d always had a thing for shy boys, so it didn’t surprise you but it was more than that. Although many people couldn’t look past his shyness and his introverted nature, you found it endearing.

He’d grown to have a little confidence though; it honestly made you proud to see him be able to speak up for himself and be more outgoing but at the same time keep that same old timid personality that you adored so much.

It surprised you when he texted you last week asking whether you’d like to go out on a date with him. At first, you two were going to the theaters, but Tamaki seemed a little apprehensive about the crowd given that it was a really popular movie.

Eventually, you’d both settled on just having a comfy movie night at his apartment so he wouldn’t have to worry about spiking his agoraphobia. After what seemed like ages, you finally found your bag. You put your share of the snacks that you were bringing to the date along with your water bottle and sent Tamaki a quick text telling him that you were on the way.

Tamaki was making his bed when he heard his phone chime from his desk. He reached over to see it was you texting to let him know you’d be over in 15 minutes and suddenly his nerves shot to 100. He wanted everything to be perfect. He’d set up his bed with the comfiest blankets he had and even got your favorite snack: Chocorooms. Although you both were originally going to see the new All Might movie coming out in theaters, you both agreed on just staying inside and watching an old Barbie movie.

Frankly, he had never watched any Barbie movie, but he knew you loved them since you were a little kid, so he suggested that you both watch Barbie of Swan Lake. He was so excited for this date; it’d taken him weeks to build up the courage to ask you out. When you said yes, he was on cloud nine for the entire day. He was lost in thought thinking of you and the soon-to-be date, when he heard you knock at the door. He tried his best to calm his nerves before heading over to the door to let you in.

“Hi Tamaki! Thanks for inviting me over!” you say, as cheery as ever. Tamaki thought you looked adorable; you had hoodie and sweatpants on, but somehow you made the simple outfit look so lovely. He gave you a shy wave and let you inside.

“H-hey, just uhh...make yourself..um...comfortable and you know what’s mine is yours. There’s a couple snacks on my desk if you maybe wanna eat,” said Tamaki in his soft voice as he went over to his TV to set up the movie. You went over to his desk to look at your snacks and to your surprise he had your favorite snack! You don’t even remember whether you told him or not.

“Aww Tamaki, how’d you know these were my favorite? Did you get these just for me?” you say holding up the bag of Chocorooms.

“Y-yeah, I think you mentioned it once when we...umm...went to the mall and I-I thought you’d like these for the movie,” he said still meddling around with some cables trying to hook up his laptop to the TV. Finally after couple moments, he had the movie up and loaded. He walked over to the light switch. After asking whether you'd like the lights on or off, and you saying you prefer them off, he switched the lights off. Then, he sat next to you on the bed, albeit a couple inches away from you, but you chocked that up to his shyness. In all honesty, you were a little glad. Maybe if he was closer he’d be able to see how much you nervous you were.

As the movie progressed, you both got more comfortable with each other. You’d point out small details in the movie and funny moments where the animation look a bit wonky and you’d both share a laugh. Tamaki slowly started inchin closer to you until eventually his shoulder was barey touching yours. Well, not quite touching your shoulder; you were both wrapped up in individual blankets and you couldn’t quite feel his shoulder anyhow. That didn’t stop the blush from creeping up your cheeks.

After a while, Tamaki looked over to you as if he wanted to say something, but chose to not to say anything.

“Did you want to ask something Tamaki?” you ask, feeling his eyes darting back and forth between you and his twiddling thumbs.

“Well...uhh...I was just wondering whether you’d maybe want to share a blanket? It’s okay if you don’t, but like...uhh... it’s winter so w-we’d be warmer if we shared a blanket, you know?” he said nervously.

“Of course that’s okay! Here, let me rearrange the blanket real quick,” you say, shifting the blanket so that it rested around you two, bringing you both closer than before. Tamaki was right, it definitely was warmer now. The warmth was making you a little sleepy, so you carefully laid your head on his shoulder to get more comfortable. Tamaki immediately froze up, unsure what to do and incredibly grateful that the darkness of the room hid how beet red he was. But after a while, he was able to ease into it and laid his own head against yours.

Slowly as you both got more and more relaxed, you both ended up cuddling. By the end of the movie, Tamaki had his arm wrapped around your shoulders pulling you in close and you were holding hands. You were more focused on being able to be so close to him than watching the movie at this point, so it surprised you to see the credits playing. It seemed like you’d just came to his room and now the movie was over and you’d have to head back to your room.

You’d gotten a bit accustomed to his warmth that you frankly felt a little sad when he had to get up to turn the TV off. He started cleaning up the snacks from the bed before turning towards you, a rosy pink blush dusting his cheeks.

“W-would you maybe wanna sleep over?” he asked hesitantly.

You’d never said yes quicker in your life.

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