No.1 Dad!

Not Just Friends - M.List -

Childhood best friends turned into something more, at least with the label. Katsuki Bakugo, a fast-rising hero and fast-learning guy who is ever so slow in getting attached to and loving someone. Even three long years into a relationship, and your friends even forget you're even dating. Nothing happening, spare a few kisses.. like 3 kisses, during high school. Graduated and living together, and you guys have done absolutely nothing to further the relationship. Are you sure you're not just friends? CW: Smut, brief domestic violence discussion, virginity loss, aggressive flirting from creeps, gore with pro hero stuff (lmk if i missed any) Applies to all chapters regardless of it is in said chapter.

The Beginning blurb

Headcanons : just explains your relationship / his side of things more.

Prologue : 3.2k words (highly recommend reading this, fills some gaps)

Part 1 : 3.6k words

Part 2 : 3.4k words

Part 3 : 4.3k words

Part 4 : 3.8k words

Part 5 : 10k words

Part 6 : 5.4k words

Part 7 : 8.1k words

Part 8 : 2.6k words

Part 9 : 5.1k words

Part 10 : 3.1k words

Part 11 : 6.7k words

Part 12 : 2.2k words

Part 13 : 3..4k words Final Part

Thank you for all the support! It's not the best but I hope you all enjoyed!

Everything is also unedited and not reread

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crush pt 2

Izuku x reader !

The notes kept coming.

you’re cute

you’re amazing

you’re so pretty

it was enough to make his head spin. as the year progressed, he found himself looking forward to the notes every day. Every single one made him blush.

Then they stopped. Which made sense, considering he was in high school now. He shouldn’t have been so naive. Hoping that just maybe they would have followed him into UA. He was crazy to think that, egotistical even. He had to get it into his stupid yearning head that whoever gave him the notes was just being nice.

That is, once Class 1A got back from the whole USJ incident, he got a new note. And some gummies.

Heyyy! Miss me? it was hard to find your locker this time! here are some gummies to make it up my sweet green bean! <33 Also, I suggest going to counselling! I’m sorry you had to go through that. but hey, this just proves how strong you are!

His heart stopped. The mystery person was here? At UA? That..made him flush. The only people he knew got into UA, was him, Kachan, and another person, but he didn’t even know how they looked like. The day that their principal congratulated them back in middle school, for getting into UA, they weren’t there.

And he was pretty sure Kachan would never do something so sappy, especially for him. And considering how much security was in UA, that meant they were a student. But there were so many students at UA, finding out who they were seemed impossible.

“Whatcha looking at?” Uraraka asked, snapping him out of his thoughts. He went red, shoving the note into his pocket. “N-nothing!”

She smiled, “I’m not gonna press, but judging by your face, you look happy.”

Yeah. He was happy. The notes were back. One of his most reliable parts of his day. He nodded, “yeah.”

Once she left, and making sure she was out of sight, he took it back out of his pocket, smoothing the paper out. Then double making sure no one was there, he gingerly pecked the paper, wishing that he was actually kissing whoever gave it to him. Face flushed, he took the gummies, and made his way back to class. The note was going into the box under his bed.

He was so cute. It had taken a while to find his locker, and once you’d found it, you hadn’t hesitated to start the notes back up again.

Now before anyone said that you were obsessive, that was just not true. You’d intended to go to UA, but not as a hero. A support course student. And well, if you ever did end up designing and making something for Izuku, that would be on account of begging whoever got him to switch.

so no, you weren’t obsessive. Obviously.

(The middle pic is the body type I imagine Izuku has, but like..teen boy..yk??)

So I just was thinking about something.

We all know that Izuku eats a lot more when he starts training with All Might, right??

Well, I was trying to sleep the other night and I came up with a scenario;

(Tw; body dysmorphia, insecurity, comments abt weight.)

🌸🥀

Izuku and yourself had made quick friends after you moved schools. Entering Aldrea wasn’t the most pleasant experience, the people weren’t the nicest and the classes weren’t very..exciting. The whole building felt stale with its stagnant color scheme and taunting, long halls.

However, Izuku was a comfort of yours. He was your best friend, and the two of you lacked a lot of boundaries to begin with. So it wasn’t a surprise to anyone when the two of you ended up getting together, holding hands in the hallways and giggling like love sick children.

However, soon, Izuku started training to get into UA, and you supported him with everything, while maintaining your own physical condition and strength.

Thankfully, the two of you still definitely had time together, I mean, you were attached at the hip, how could he not squeeze time into that busy schedule of his to see his best friend and partner??

As Izuku’s workout regimens grew harder and more intense, so did his body’s need for calories and nutrients. It was natural, he was, A. A growing boy going through early stages of puberty, and B. He was busting his ass with the training the number one pro was putting his body through.

He began to eat more, thanks to his sweet mother providing him with bigger portions, and you.

You carried around snacks like protein bars, granola, trail mix and other tasty treats for your sweet and shy boyfriend.

Izuku’s thin form began to fill out, and he wasn’t as bone-y as he used to be, his hips filling out a little more, and his stomach building a little bit of pudge on the front.

His uniform was growing a bit snug against his form, wrapped around him noticeably tighter.

And how were you reacting to Izuku’s softer, yet stronger form?

God it got to you.

The way you stupidly smiled when the two of you would hang out in his room, cuddling after a long day at school, your hand gently rubbing his stomach.

Izuku had always liked your gentle touches to his stomach, the gentle kneading of his abdomen always instantly relaxing him and putting him in a trance-like state. You’d always loved his body, it was the vessel that carried the sweetest boy you’d ever met, and now he was softer, warmer and easier to cuddle.

His sides slightly pushed out more, threatening the waistband of the pants or shorts he wore. Don’t get me wrong, Izuku wasn’t fat- no no no, he was still healthy and lean, he was just a little more filled out;

His cheeks were more round and boyish, his dimples now more obvious when his sweet smile spread on his lips, his back didn’t show his spine anymore, and he had a bit of padding right under his shoulder blades, and his thighs were a little more soft and full than they had been.

While you loved the new softness and cuddliness of his body, Izuku was less than pleased.

He noticed the changes of his appearance after Bakugou had made a comment about not only becoming your boyfriend, but getting in a relationship with the fridge.

God that hurt.

From that point on, Izuku was hyper aware of how his clothes folded around his softer body, he knew he was strong and healthy, but he just didn’t like how fat he felt.

The worst part?

He was terrified about your reaction.

You hadn’t mentioned the weight gain, or even batted an eye at it, and Izuku just hoped that was because you didn’t notice.

He went out of his way to make sure you didn’t see his body. Izuku wasn’t comfortable changing in front of you anymore, he would always (reluctantly) move your hand away, preventing you from giving him the heavenly stomach rubs you loved to give him.

You didn’t really pick up on these changes, until he started wearing baggier clothes, no longer dressing in the clothes he’d worn for the entire duration of your knowing him.

You only picked up on this detail because, for his birthday, you bought him a fitted All Might tee, and he looked..nervous.

It wasn’t like Izuku thought you’d openly comment and criticize his body, but after Katsuki and the other boys at school would tease him for his sudden (subtle) increase in size, he just didn’t want to face the thought of you acknowledging something he was growing more and more insecure about.

Today, you were laying in Izuku’s bed, while he rummaged around in his room. That’s kinda how things went sometimes, Izuku would just do things and you would linger in his space, it’s how you bonded.

You looked up at him from your phone, raising a brow as you watched him look at himself in his whole body mirror that he’d recently purchased.

“Izuku, what are you doing?” You asked, angling your head to the side as you watched him prod and inspect every aspect of his form.

The tension rose in his shoulders, and Izuku felt his heart snap in his chest. Oh god. He wanted so badly to ask you, to find out what you thought- the not knowing your opinion on his insecurity was killing him.

“Uhm..I’m just..looking” he mumbled, his voice hesitant and obviously thoughtful.

You raised a brow at his words. That wasn’t very helpful with answering your question.

“Well I can see that, you dork-“

“Y/n..am I..fat?”

Oh.

Oh no.

Your eyes widened and you looked at him with surprise “Izuku- what are you saying? Of course you’re not fat” you sat up, walking over to your boyfriend and gently cupping his cheeks.

Izuku guiltily looked away, his waterline swelling with tears. He let out a shaky breath and sighed, biting his lip “I-I’m sorry- I just..Kacchan and some of the other guys at school have made comments, and I can’t help but notice how much bigger I am..I have live handles now..”

Your heart shattered into a million pieces as everything slotted into place.

His weird behavior suddenly made sense.

He was feeling insecure.

“Look- I know I’m not as popular or attractive as the other guys at school, and I’m not eve super skinny like I was..I’m just terrified of how you’ll react..” he sniffled and wiped his eye with his wrist, trying to keep himself composed “I don’t want to embarrass you because of my appearance”

Your lips pulled down into a frown and you gently caressed his round cheeks

“Izuku..you’re not disappointing me or embarrassing me or anything like that. You’re my boyfriend. I love you. You’re so damn cute no matter what size you are; thin, thick, it doesn’t matter, you’re still my Izuku and nothing will change that- certainly not the judgment from someone like Bakugou”

You smiled softly as Izuku’s swollen tears began to drip down his freckled cheeks, his bottom lip quivering “you’re..not ashamed of me?” He asked, his voice shaky and unsteady “even with..how I look? And how your friends tease you for dating me? An-“

Izuku was cut off, feeling a soft press of lips against his chapped ones.

He blushed brightly as you pulled back from him, smiling softly “look Izuku; you’re my boyfriend, my partner, my world. I love you. I could never be ashamed of you” you gently ran your thumb over his freckled skin, a gentle touch that made him blush a little harder “I love you and your body, okay? Anyone who gives you shit about it can suck my dick”

Izuku smiled softly, his eyes stinging with tears before he tightly embraced you, feeling a little lighter thanks to your assured words and firm tone. “I love you, Y/n…what did I ever do to deserve you?”

You gently pressed your face to his neck, sighing softly and smiling a little “you didn’t have to do anything. You’re amazing as is, Izuku.”

Despite the lingering uncertainty about his body, Izuku felt so warm and content, a renewed sense of safety building in his chest and making him finally feel at ease for the first time in a while.

He knew, despite everything and anything, you would be by his side. Always.

EEEK I hope you guys enjoy this. I’m such a sucker for MS!Izu. I love him sm he makes me wanna punch a wall. I love him.

I need more jock x reader with reader having a big attitude and shows big disinterest in Brandon🥰

Jock x Gn Reader pt. 3

there was also an anon who requested reader topping Brandon so ill add it in as well :3

🏈 You've been tutoring Brandon for a few weeks now. Even after he passed that english test, he insisted you'd tutor him even in other subjects.

🏈 Of course you didn't care because you never wanted to tutor him in the first place.

🏈 No matter how clear your explanations are, he never got it until an hour of guiding him step by step, it was terribly draining to you and the alone time you were supposed to spend instead of teaching a dumb jock like him what 2+2 was.

🏈 Despite you thinking he's all muscle and no brains, Brandon's pretty smart, he gotta keep his grades up for football somehow, but the more time he spent playing dumb, the more time he spent with you, zoning out of your cute face that gets upset when you notice him staring at you googly-eyed, snapping your fingers at him to wake him up.

🏈 He won't say it out loud, but he relished the thought of your annoyed face, it awoken a part of him that he didn't even know existed.

🏈 Brandon would spot you amongst the crowd during break periods and if he tried to tease you or mess with you, you'd give him a sharp glare, sometimes grabbing his wrist or arm to stop him from wrapping an arm around you or playing with your hair.

🏈 It aroused encouraged him honestly.

🏈 His friends would notice him talking and hanging out with you more often and would ask him about you, Brandon confessing his slight big crush on you.

🏈 They'd coach him, telling him sweet poems to write, pickup lines, gifts, gestures to make you notice him, even his friends' girlfriends would tell him things they felt would work with you.

🏈 He had a few tricks he used on girls to get with them, but they never worked with you, so he might as well try.

🏈 He'd try to impress you, lifting weights, working out, all to get your attention. A compliment, a glance, even a scoff over how much he's trying, please notice him!!!

🏈 You rarely did, but whenever you do, you'd go out of your way to push him off his high horse, lunches bought for you were repaid with you teasingly treating him to food, even feeding him which flustered him to no end.

🏈 Cheesy flirts were deflected towards him whenever you gave him little touches and the like. You made him feel so small, so inferior...he loved it.

🏈 You'd walk in the room, and he'd be in a strange pose looking at you come in, his head resting in his hand as he spread himself on your couch.

🏈 "Is it just me or did it just get hotter in here?"

🏈 But you paid no mind, in fact, you leaned over him, your hands supporting you on both sides of him evidently trapping him as his face goes red by you glaring at him. "Uh-uhm...wow, now it's actually getting hot in here..whew!"

🏈 You hated it, but his little moves started growing in you, eventually earning smiles and giggles from you as you hid your face from him, but you always scoffed and shoved him away afterwards.

🏈 But that changed when you heard from one of your friends that he turned down a girl who wanted to sleep with him. He'd never do that! Unless he already has someone in mind...oh no..

🏈 You tried your best to avoid him that day but of course he found you, he was about to spew out another pickup line when you grabbed him by his letterman jacket's collar and slammed him into the lockers, pinning him.

🏈 You asked if all along his flirting and gifts were all a ploy to get you to fuck him through seething teeth.

🏈 His sweat dropped as you pinned him, his face getting redder by the second.

🏈 He gets shy all of a sudden, looking down like a sad puppy, pulling at your heart. You sigh as you let go of him, walking away from him.

🏈 "One chance, my house." You say as you leave him there with his hand on the parts of his neck that got red from you grabbing his collar.

🏈 When he saw you leave, he pumped his fists in the air and ran to tell his friends you asked him out.

🏈 He drove to your house in the best clothes he had without making him seem desperate. He knocked on the door and you let him in. He's been to your house many times but never because of another reason than tutoring, this seemed more intimate to him somehow.

🏈 You sat him down and you two talked, if he really liked you, if he really wanted to be with you, if he really liked you not just for a one-night stand.

🏈 "Y-you really thought that?...Sorry it's just- I'm not good at this...actual relationships I mean..I know it sounds bad but-...yeah it is..but I really like you (Y/N)! You're smart and funny and awesome! and really cute..."

🏈 You never saw him so genuine, something in the way he sat so curtly, avoiding eye-contact with you, you knew he wasn't lying.

🏈 Your glare softened and a smile starts appearing on your face. You scoot nearer to him to ruffle his hair before pulling his head towards you for a kiss.

🏈 He melted into the kiss, putting a hand on your cheek, deepening the kiss.

🏈 You suddenly grab a chuck of his hair, pulling his head back. "If I find out this is all a joke, your ass is grass you hear me?"

🏈 b o n e r

Lmao I love how Adam fought the radio demon, the princess of hell, and Lucifer himself, but in the end the one to put him down is a two-foot tall cyclops with a knife and blood lust. Him, the first man, DickMaster, descender of all men, inventor of sexism, getting killed by someone who was (assumedly) a 1950s housewife is just poetic. Good for her honestly. I know some theorize she may have had an abusive husband, and if so Niffty I’m so happy and I hope that cathartic for you.

⊹₊⋆˚｡⋆ 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎

“when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.” -harry burns, when harry met sally (1989)

⤷ teacher!izuku x pro-hero!reader

⤷ loosely based off the proposal scene in “about time” aka one of my fav romcoms ever, kind of spoilers for mha ending but not really??? no warnings just soft izuku fluff :)

normally, after a patrol runs as long and late as this one, you can’t form a single thought other than crawling into bed and sleeping for the next century. 

your tired body aches as you unlock the door, shuffling down the hall and discarding your hero costume in a trail on the floor as you go. 

you’re nearly asleep by the time you get to the bedroom, but the sight that awaits you makes your heart squeeze with joy. 

izuku is there, sprawled out on the bed like he is every night. the comforter is half-fallen off him to expose his beautiful muscular back, he’s clutching onto a pillow (your pillow actually), and his pajama pants are riding up one leg. it’s no different from any other night, but for a reason you can’t quite place you are absolutely overcome with love for him. 

“psst, izu,” you whisper through a smile, padding over to the bed. 

“izuku, wake up,” you whisper, giving him a gentle shake as you perch on the bed next to him. he’s snoring like a banshee, the sound nearly shaking the headboard. you can feel its reverb  in his entire body. he’s utterly unresponsive, the poor thing. teaching is not for the weak. 

you shake him some more, until he finally shows some sign of life. he makes a sleepy noise, eyes still shut as he reaches out for you with limp hands. 

“come to bed,” he moans, voice taking on that adorable whiny tone you love so much. 

“in a minute,” you murmur, sweeping his green bangs away from his face as his arms wind around your waist. “i gotta ask you something, ‘kay?”

“baby,” he starts, patient as a saint even when his voice is heavy with sleep. “not that i don’t love you and want to spend every second with you, but i’ve gotta be in up in, like, three hours.”

“its important,” you insist, “like, really, really important.”

“can’t it be important in the morning?”

“izuku, will you marry me?”

that wakes him right up. 

he stares up at you with those big, green eyes. “are you serious?”

“one hundred percent. i know it’s late and everything, but i was just thinking about it and of course you don’t have to answer right now but i—“

“yes.”

“izu, i—”

“yes.”

“you don’t have—”

“i want to marry you! there’s nothing i’ve ever wanted more than this, i promise.” he says it in a rush of breath, pushing himself up into a sitting position. “c’mere.”

he’s beaming as he pulls you in, strong arms wrapped tightly around you. he presses kiss after kiss to your cheeks as you laugh softly, squeezing him as tight as you can. 

“are you sure?”

“‘course i am. there’s no one else i’d rather partner with in this life.”

“just this life?” you tease, squeezing his cheeks between your palms. izuku’s eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles at you. 

“in every life, honey.”

professor izuku thoughts...

includes   |   SUGGESTIVE content, mentions & impliance of nsfw but nothing explicit. teasing reader. somewhat subby izuku midoriya, playful dominance from reader. make out session. exhibitionism (? you nd izuku make out in his classroom). being caught? (not really, just the aftermath, but I thought I'd include it just in case). marking.

gender nd colour of reader is unspecified!! <3 not proofread!!

word count ; 1,744!

the halls of u.a were quiet for the moment, with most students either in class or out on their break before the next period began. izuku Midoriya sat behind his desk in his classroom, sorting through papers, his tie loosened around his neck from the long hours he'd been working already.

the room was filled with the usual mix of books, papers, and some stray hero gear from his students. it was a familiar scene, one izuku had grown accustomed to since he started teaching at u.a . but something was different —- someone was different.

you had sent a quick message earlier, letting him know you'd be visiting him during his break. it made him smile to himself, he was always excited to see you —- you were his lover after all, how could be not?

a few minutes later, the door creaked open, with you stepping inside and closing it quietly behind you. viridian hues lifted immediately and met with yours, that stupidly cute smile of his spreading across his lips.

“ midoriya izuku, the newest professor, ” you smiled playfully, leant against the doorframe. “ never thought I'd see the day. ”

izuku chuckled, setting the papers he was working on and the pen aside to turn his attention to you. “ there was a time where i didn't think I'd end up here either, but... it's been great. how are you, love? ”

the smile on your face soon matched his as you pushed off the door frame and stepped into the room, heading towards his teachers desk. the sight of you alone was always enough to make izuku's poor heart skip a beat.

“ couldn't be better, ” a genuine reply —- yet a teasing edge to the words as you stopped in front of him. your gaze flickered downward briefly, eyes trailing ocer his tie, his loose collar, and then back up to meet his. “ you look good in this setting, izu. ”

“ it's... still new to me.. but I'm getting used to it. you know, the students are great. ”

at his nervous smile and the nervous habit of your boyfriend pulling at his collar, your eyebrow raised, as if amused.. nd that had made him even more nervous. “ I'm sure they are, but i don't think that's the only thing keeping you busy, huh? ”

before he could respond, he felt your hand brush lightly against his arm. the touch sent a jolt going through his body, breath catching slightly. even after all your years of dating since high school —- you had that effect on him.. making him feel both lightheaded and alive.

“ what's going on, baby? ” izu managed to ask, his voice quieter now.

you didn't respond with words for a moment, instead a simple hum as you leant down to the professors seated height. “ i've missed you, izuku.. and i think it's time you remind me why i adore you so much. ”

midoriya's breath hitched at your words, his heart pounding in his chest already. yet before he could say anything, he felt your lips press against his in a slow, teasing kiss. he froze for a second, but only for a second —- instinctively, his hands moved to rest on your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened.

your hand slid to the back of his neck, fingers threading through his green curls, pulling him even closer. his hair was still just as rowdy as it was back in high school —- thick beneath your fingers.. and one thing he hadn't grown out of was adoring the feeling of your nails scratching against his scalp.

the kiss had quickly turned heated, messy, almost urgent. his fingers tightened around your waist, and the sound of breaths in those brief moments apart mingled in the heavy air. the way you held onto him —- as if you couldn't get close enough.. it drove him crazier than he'd ever like to admit. ( although he would if you asked or wanted him to.. he'd do anything you asked if just for a chance to see your smile.. or cry out pretty for him. )

it didn't take too much for it to grow more frantic, with you tugging him toward the desk. without thinking, izuku stood from his chair and lifted you effortlessly, placing you gently on top of his teacher's desk. midoriya had also grown a bit taller since your guys high school days —- now around five ft eight, shoulders a bit more squared, hands and arms more scarred nd rougher, voice just a tad bit deeper in those moments he let his true vocal range slip rather than the controlled one.

papers had scattered to the side as you balanced yourself, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him in closer. your lips never left his asides from those small breaths in between —- yet each kiss was more desperate than the last.

midoriya's hands roamed, one slipping to the small of your back, while the other rested gently yet possessively against the plush of your thigh. the feel of the heat of your body against his drove him wild —- and if he could've, he would've gotten down on his knees and sing your praises with his tongue right then and there.

you responded in kind, one hand traveling down to his tie, loosening it further. it was only then that the make out session was broken, instead your lips trailed down to his neck, leaving heated kisses in their wake.

his eyes snapped open again, the feeling of your lips on his skin making him gasp and his head tilt back instinctively to give you more access.

“ baby... ” it was a quiet breath, barely coherent as he suppressed a groan —- it was only when your lips found his again for a quick kiss that he was able to let it fall, with you swallowing it for him. his body always reacts to you in ways he could never expect despite understanding —- it was because you were /you/ that made him react this way.

he could feel the way you smirked against him, hands finally pulling at his white dress shirt, buttons popping open with a quickness that only made izuku's breath catch in his throat.

“ you've always been so easy to get worked up, ” you teased, lips moving down to his collarbone as you left a trail of kisses along his skin.

what made this even worse? the fact you had worn that very specific shade of lipstick that you knew he /adored/ on you.. the one that he always thought (and wanted to express) would look really good leaving marks around his d—-

(lewd) thoughts were interrupted when his body instinctively joined at the sudden feeling of a bite against his neck. immediately he fell forward with an “ oh-! ” that was perhaps a bit louder than it should have been. his hand moved to your waist and squeezed, the one that was on your thigh now against the edge of his desk as his forearm flexed.

his legs felt like jelly —- his face red and his thoughts in places that they shouldn't be in at a place like this. another groan fell through his parted lips when you bit down on his skin again with a muffled laugh. you made sure to leave a few hickeys .. leaving the the imprint of your kiss mark on them just for good measure. he always did have a thing for marking —- and when you made visible proof he was yours? /god/ —- he could melt then and there..

and as izuku was starting to lose himself , was starting to let himself get a little bit /too/ loud... the school bell rang from down the hall. interruption or not —- it was a reminder of where you both were.

you left his skin with a breathless laugh, lips still ghosting his jawline that you were nipping at, fingers gently cascading down his jaw to his slightly exposed chest, fingertips lightly ghosting over his sensitive nipples just to watch him jolt and his head tilt back in frustrated desire.

“ we should... probably... ” you started, words trailing off as you glanced at the door. his hips rut against the inside of your plush thigh, a quiet whine falling. he was panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly while he looked at you in a daze.

his lips were swollen, bruised from your kisses and coloured from your lipstick shade. he could already feel the markings you left on his neck, the beginnings of lipstick stains dark against his skin and shirt collar. his tie was hanging loose around his neck, his collar undone, his hair even messier than it had once been.

your gaze flickered back down his body, expression softening for a moment . “ i guess i've made my mark, ” you smiled, winking at him as you quickly hopped off the desk, smoothing out your clothes and straightening yourself out.

the professor wiped his mouth, trying to catch his breath, a dazed smile tugging at his lips. “ you... you really know how to.. how to get me worked up... ”

you grinned, grabbing the door handle. “ maybe if you get home early enough, we can start round two, sensei. don't keep me waiting too long , izu. ”

before he could respond, you were out the door, leaving your boyfriend standing there, his heart still racing and his freckled cheeks burning bright red.

the door opened again just moments later, and a group of students filed in, their chatter fading when they saw izuku standing behind his desk —- disheveled, panting, and clearly not quite in control of his surroundings. with such little time to get ready, his tie was still loose, shirt still unbuttoned a quarter of the way —- and the unmistakable lipstick stains dotted his neck and collar.

one of the students had given him a teasing look, eyebrow raised. “ did we interrupt something, sensei? ” he asked , a knowing grin on his face.

midoriya blinked rapidly, trying to regain his composure rather quickly. “ uh —- no! it's nothing! just — just.. let's start class! ” his words came out in a hasty jumbled ness, clearing his throat and trying to ignore the heat going down his neck and the tips of his ears now.

it was clear that no one was fooled, though. as students took their seats, some glancing at him with knowing smirks or whispering amongst themselves once he turned to face the board. izuku couldn't help but smile to himself though, the heat between you two lingering still.

maybe his break hadn't been so bad after all.

cw periods, gn reader/mc

i hc that demons can smell blood, right? idk if it's canon or not but they are predators so it would make sense in some degree.

now imagine mc coming back from somewhere where they went without the brothers (preferably after running some errands alone) and the moment they step in it's pure mayhem: demon lords running around in a frenzy, coming out of their rooms and offices and crowding around them like there's no tomorrow because why blood smell on mc?? why blood if no wound???

lucifer and satan's heads especially are going into overdrive with their cute brains going internal wound? hidden wound? other human's blood? magick? human in danger???

that is until beelzebub comes from the kitchen with some chocolate and just stands there like 🧍‍♂️🍫 because he was the only one that actually saw (and remembered) the big "mc's period week" on their family calendar (which is plastered on the kitchen fridge for obvious reasons) and has to watch mc explain that this is the fifth time in a year this has happened and if it happens again they will lay down and play dead until they're left alone.

bonus: it does happen again, which lead to the infamous picture of mc laying on the floor on the entrance of hol and lucifer nudging them with a stick (think "do something" meme) (it's now lucifer's home screen on his ddd).

Familia Bonus: Filo!Reader x Miguel O'Hara Head canons

This is from my AO3 Account: @Witchlily1

Here’s chapter one: https://www.tumblr.com/sadsackssss/721873357753253888/familia-miguel-ohara-series?source=share

Some of these head cannons are based on real life experiences and research.

Again please, if I made a mistake on anything I will gladly change it :)

Anyway thank you so much for everyone who read and kudos everything you honestly made my day :) I hope you continue to read and support!

1. Lyla babysits Gabriella sometimes and once when Gabriella was so angry at Miguel, she ignores any attempted requests for a hug or a kiss, which devastates Miguel. As a result, Lyla would softly but enough for Miguel to hear:

“You just got rejected, R-E-J-E-C-“

“Enough, Lyla.”

“I didn’t say anything.” She replied instantly with no hint of remorse.

2. Gabriella LOVES chamoy, Y/N has to hide the bottle because she will either put it on everything or drink it out of the bottle. Once Gabriella had chamoy on her baby hands and rubbed her eyes, the sting from the spice and vinegar, made Miguel create the rule of locking the bottle in a cabinet until she is 10.

3. Y/N gets along with both sides of the family, at parties she joins in the chisomosa, sometimes when Miguel is too tired he tries to pull her away to go home.

“5 more minutes, Miguel! Your Tia is telling me something really important, just sit and have another drink!”

5 minutes turn into an hour, and Miguel is just praying for his life.

Y/N shrugs “Chismosa, tsismis all information is important!” (Gossip in both languages)

4. Once Peter B was over at their house, he forgot the difference between Lumpia (Spring roll) and Suman (Sticky rice cooked with coconut milk steamed and wrapped in a banana leaf) and tried to eat the banana leaf like a dog on a chew toy. Y/N had to stop him from choking on the leaf, Miles never lets that story go, and Miguel will subtly bring it up when he brings Tamales.

5. Every time Y/N points with her lips, Miguel ignores it and uses it as an opportunity to kiss her.

“Hoy! Ano ba?” (Tagalog: Hey! What?!)

He laughs, “Pasensya na, Tesoro.” (Tagalog: Sorry/ Spanish: Treasure)

Y/N and Miguel pick up some words from their languages and say them to each other to try to impress and tease each other.

On that same note, he makes cute language books for Gabriella, simple picture books in his office, during zoom calls with his boss his camera is off because he’s snipping pictures and writing down words in English, Spanish, and Tagalog.

6. During an outing to the aquarium, Y/N would point at the fish and have a debate with Miguel on which one would be the best to eat, he tries not to entertain that thought too much but he smiles at her thoughts.

“Fry up that one with some vinegar and you got a good meal, come on, think about it!.”

“Alright, Y/N let’s go before you actually do it.”

7. In August, Y/N and Miguel argue about how early to put up the Christmas tree (For Y/N Christmas season starts in September and Miguel’s in early December) but she gets Miles to tag team debate with Miguel to get the tree up right after Halloween. (Puerto Rico starts Christmas in November.)

8. Miguel was so proud that Gabriella gets to the part of the Virgin Mary at her school’s Nativity play that he purposely volunteered to make the advertising poster, some parents question why Gabriella slightly takes up more space on the poster than the child playing baby Jesus, but no one brings it up to Miguel.

9. During Dia de los Reyes (3 King’s Day, January 6), Gabriella took a bite of the Rosca de Reyes (king’s bread) and had the small baby doll in her hands. Her Tios kept rubbing it in Miguel’s face that he was going to feed the whole family tamales and hot chocolate on Candelaria Day (February 2), and judging his cooking skills. All of this was on Facebook live, pictures and video evidences were posted on Facebook so there was no way out of this obligation.

10. Gabriella blesses everyone (Mano Po) she blesses relatives, friends, strangers, and stuffed toys. She sees a hand and brings it to her forehead. Miguel has to chase Gabriella around the park and keep a keen eye on her so she doesn’t run off with another family.

11. Miguel is adamant about Gabriella having both a Quinceañera and a Debut (coming-of-age parties at 15 and 18 years old). That he has had a savings account saved since the day Y/N was pregnant.

12. So. Many. Parties, Miguel’s singing voice actually improved by the amount of people forcing him to the karaoke machine, Y/N is always the designated driver as Miguel is constantly forced to drink by both of their relatives.

13. “Miguel, where are the grapes?”

“Huh?”

Y/N pointed at the fruit basket “It’s almost New Year’s and there are 11 fruits in this basket.”

Miguel rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly trying to explain what happened, until they see Gabriella eating and smashing grapes on the kitchen counter. Y/N glared as he pulls his hand out to hold out 6 grapes in his right hand, he had already eaten half.

“You have an hour to buy me a new fruit and it better be round or else!”