On Vacation With Peter B. Parker...

Peter B Parker X Reader

synopsis: your (boy)friend peter kisses you for the first time. it makes your heart leap.

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Peter leans over and kisses you in the living room during a languid game of scrabble. His glasses press awkwardly against the bridge of your nose and his mouth tastes like pizza and vaseline and lukewarm wine. It’s the first time he’s ever done it. It makes you feel warm.

“What was that for?” you ask dizzily, when you break apart, hand resting idly at the back of his neck as though that’s exactly where it’s supposed to be.

Peter smiles, still half-lidded.

“I don’t know,” he answers honestly. His voice sounds like velvet. “I guess I just wanted to.”

Contemplatively, you hum. “I thought you’d never kiss me.”

“You were waiting?”

“Of course I was,” you say, as his arm drops against your shoulder. It sends a pleasant shiver up your spine— he traces the side of your neck with a calloused, tentative thumb. Rhythmically, your pulse beats against his skin.

It’s a quiet evening. It’s raining, as it often is in Queens; the pitter-patter of the water against the window is soothing. Peter is back-lit by the Tv. It’s playing Friends reruns. Drowned out by the blood in your ears, is a convoluted subplot involving jell-o and an elevator.

“That’s a relief,” he tucks some of your hair behind your ear. A candle on the coffee table flickers playfully, as if to say: how sweet. “I’ve been agonising about how to do it for weeks.”

Peter’s face glows easily with lamplight in your vision. It outlines him in a gentle light; makes his lashes golden; his lips deep-pink. His expression is dangerously earnest.

“I’m glad you were as wrung up about it as I was.” You scratch a line down against the neckline of his shirt, nails gently itching against the bone of his spine. Peter practically purrs.

There’s this feeling that implodes slowly in your chest, like a flower unfurling in the midst of spring. Soft colours, easing open for the sun.

It’s nice. It’s delicate. You generally melt into it, a drizzle of honey against the velvet-petal fondness itching against your ribcage.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmurs. “You’re so pretty my chest can’t take it.”

The flower grows fonder. “Says you.”

“I like you a lot,” he goes on, with the sweetest sincerity. “Probably too much. I feel silly for not telling you sooner.”

It stirs something in your chest, hearing how kind Peter’s heart is towards your own. The ceiling seems to disappear, retreating out so that the stars may twinkle around you. Up and up and up. In the background, Joey says something ridiculous. You don’t hear it. His large hand slides against your back. You like the way he touches you. Softly, easily, like he was made to do so. Like you’re cosmically bound. Or something of the like. Two planets, sharing a moon.

“I like you a lot too,” you offer back tenderly. “You should take me on a date, tomorrow.”

“I should take you on one now,” Peter says, and it makes you laugh.

“It’s midnight.”

“And I’m spiderman,” he reminds you. He looks unblinkingly into your eyes, lashes kissing at the corners. “Let’s go on a roof-top picnic.”

You know that there’s nothing in his fridge. It’s why he’d ordered pizza in the first place. Though, the thought is endearing.

“Kiss me again first?”

Peter smiles again. “Of course.” He tilts your head with the tip of his finger, and you curl your hand against the back of his head. Like before, his glasses slip against your nose.

You don’t mind at all.

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MHA master list

Bunny!Izuku who acts like a brat but you finally had enough of his shitty behavior.

He was messing with you a lot, taking away your stuff and ruining them,but you feel bad punishing him or doing something to stop him. He looked so cute and Sweet,he is such a pretty bunny you can't bring yourself to stop him.

Well you finally had enough of him,of his bull crap. What pushed you to this point was when he made holes into your favorite shirt. You loved it so much but now it was completely ruined and you couldn't wear it anymore.

He actually upset you this time. He was not getting away with it.

Bunny!Izuku who tries to get away by acting all innocent and cute, knowing that those tricks usually work on you. He tries to cuddle with you and starts rubbing his chin on your hand. Well you just pushed him off you.

You punished him by refusing to cuddle and pet him. He was a cocky brat but he loved physical touch a lot so when you refused to cuddle him to sleep he was shocked. You never refused him like this.

Why wasn't his cute adorable face working to trick you anymore? What happened to you? He wanted you to hold him and pet his ears while he falls asleep! You always do that!

Bunny!Izuku who started begging and apologizing, whining to you non stop.

"Please,I said I'm sorry! I didn't mean to ruin your shirt!"

He did in fact mean to ruin it, knowing that it'll piss you off but he didn't think you'd actually get this upset about it.

He does this a lot, throwing away your things,ruining them, hiding them, but you always just forgave him,so now that you won't let him get away with it he doesn't know what to do.

"But you promised me we'll cuddle, please pet me? Just my ears, please,you know how good it feels..I love your hands on me, please"

He's whining while following you around the house, demanding pets and cuddles.

He thumps his feet when you refuse him. He also huffs and pouts at you whenever you tell him to piss off.

Bunny!Izuku who started genuinely crying after two days of you refusing to cuddle him or give him any kind physical touch. He is trying to snuggle into your embrace as his tears get on your shirt.

He was no longer the cocky and bold bunny,as he is just begging for your attention.

"Please,I'm sorry, please hold me again,I miss you,I miss your touch. I promise I won't ruin your clothes again,I won't touch them anymore!"

You still refuse to give into him and his pleas.

Late Night Talks

When the 3 am talks get a little deep

Masterlist

Izuku Midoriya x GN! Reader

CW! One comment about suicide and insecurities

Imagine lying in bed with Izuku. He’s lying on the bed properly while you’re flipped the other way, both of which are shifted enough so you can grab each other’s hands and not risk the other's foot in their face. Your fingers lightly trace the scars on his hands, bending his fingers down except for the middle and giggling as you flip him off with his own hand. You feel him shake his head against the pillow, amused by your childish actions. The two of you had been talking for what felt like 30 minutes when the conversation began to lull and your curiosity had gotten the better of you. You sat up slightly to check the time on your alarm clock. The clock read 3 am. The two of you had begun talking at 10 pm. It had definitely not been a 30-minute conversation. You turned to see that Izuku had already raised his head to look at you with a puzzled look. “It’s already 3 am,” you said, laying your head back down on the foot of your bed. “I didn’t realize that we’ve been up for so long.”

He chuckles and begins tracing shapes into the back of your hand. “Time flies when you’re having fun,” his chuckle turns into a short laugh as he hears you groan in response. “I mean it’s true; time does fly when you’re having fun.” He squeezes your hand three times before continuing the little patterns that he was drawing onto your skin.

“Mm, do you ever wonder what life would've been like if you didn’t make certain choices? Like if you did or didn’t listen to someone.” The question came to you randomly, like seeing a shooting star in the night sky. There are many stars, but for some reason this one caught your attention by falling. You hear Izuku hum in thought; his finger begins to tap against the back of your hand.

“I try not to think about it often because the choices I make could threaten the lives of others.” This answer startles you a little, but it’s not an unexpected answer; you should’ve known that he thinks about this stuff, as you know, he’s one of the country’s greatest heroes. “Sometimes, though, when I really get into my thoughts, I think about what the world might’ve been like if I had actually done what Kacchan had asked me to do in middle school.” He squeezes your hand again when he hears your sharp intake of air. “But if I did, then he and I wouldn’t have mended our relationship, I wouldn’t have met the people at UA, and I especially wouldn’t have met you.” He lifts his head to look at you and flashes you a cheesy smile; his eyes widen when he hears you sniffle.

“Oh Izuku,” You let out a whimper and sat up, moving to cuddle into his side and bury your face into the crook of his neck and shoulder. 

“Don’t worry; those thoughts come very rarely, only ever when I feel like I didn’t do my best to save anyone.” His scarred hand moves up and down your back to comfort you, which is crazy because you should be the one comforting him. Oh Izuku, always thinking of others before himself. “Let me ask the question back to you: Do you ever wonder what life would’ve been like if you didn’t make the choices you did?”

You chuckle softly and look up at him as he looks at you as best as he could without smacking you with his chin. “Mine seems so silly compared to yours now,” you laugh awkwardly. “I was going to talk about how if I went to UA instead of Shiketsu, or if I decided to listen to my parents and become a doctor instead of a hero.”

“Those aren’t silly; they’re still life-changing.” You smile softly and sit up to look at him properly, your hand pressed against his chest. He looks up at you, smiling back as he reaches up to cup the side of your face. 

“I love you, Izuku, and everything about you.” You look briefly to the side in thought. “Well, except for the scary All Might figurine that you insisted on getting and placing in a spot where it always seems like he’s watching me.” You shiver and turn your head a little more to glare at the figurine placed on a shelf in your room, his little beady eyes looking into yours.

Izuku lets out a hearty laugh and pulls you back down into his arms. “I love you too, now c’mon, let’s attempt to get some sleep.” He kisses the top of your head and pulls the blanket over the two of you. Your head resting above his heart, slowly falling asleep to the rhythmic thumping within his chest.

Can I have a request for DMC 5 Dante x female reader who's immortal?

Dante falls in love with a fellow demon hunter who's an immortal but the reader is afraid of losing someone or just watching her previous lovers grow old leaving her behind. Reader was afraid she'll lose Dante as well.

(I'm not sure if Dante might be immortal too despite he's half-human, any thoughts?)

Note: I am very uncomfortable with the idea of ageing and immortality, not like those people who have a fear of ageing. No. But to think about it, it leaves me in this weird spot where I am looking at centuries and centuries in a span of one play (one stage of life). It's thought provoking, with a little fear being introduced on how irrelevant everything is in respect to time. Is time even real? Anyway. My introduction to immortal characters was the Forever series and The Man from Earth.

That being said, I will still write it because, sure, why not? My writing is lower than beginner; the best I can do is explore the ideas.

Please anon, if you can in any way let me know if you liked it or not. It will be appreciated.

Once Upon a Time

!!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

Rated: Mature

Words: 4815 words

Warning: Mature theme, Gore, Sex, Death, Aging

Disclaimer:

Feel free to leave comments, but remember to be nice and civil.

LET'S ROCK!!

You were bad at calculating when you were born? When did it all start? Living for more than 2000 years now. You couldn't exactly remember where and when you were born. All you could remember was the mighty figure that raised his sword, Devil Sword Sparda, they called it. In the air, and declared, "The human world is now under my protection. The gates to Hell are sealed, and nothing shall pass through." It echoed throughout the world.

You didn't know it was 2000 years ago, but when you read the knowledge that came to you. You understand the myth or the legend in history was 2000 years ago. So you were sure you were more than 2000 years old.

You never saw the face of the figure they called Sparda, just his shadow casting on your lifeless body as you were ripped open with your guts spilling on the ground. Demons who did this to you were now vanished or sucked back to hell. You were there, lifeless, on the cold, hard ground. Your iris moved with all the energy you could summon. It looked all blurry and hazy. But something caught your eyes. You were in agonising pain, and you hoped you would die soon. You saw a statue of divinity, so with your spilled entrails. The last breath in you asked you, 'Crawl to it.' It was less than a meter; as you drew your last breath, your bloody hand touched it.

Something happened; you can't tell. But you woke up; it was freezing, your body felt cold, and your clothes were ripped where the demon slashed you, but there was no scar. Your guts must be in now. You felt pain, but it was bearable and subsiding with each second. It was snowing.

You stood up on your feet; they were red, and you made your way to the nearest hut. That's all you remember. You tried to find your first family back, but none were alive. You do not even remember them now.

You blinked, lying in your bed, an ugly way to start your day. You got up from the bed, started to make the bed and then hopped into the shower. You were tired, as you came back to put on your barmaid dress. You loved to wear corsets; they were so perfect. You don't understand why people have to demonise them now. They were perfectly fine even for working women or demon huntresses like you throughout human history. But then you thought, no rights for women were fine throughout most of human history as well. You remembered how much fun it was to blow up administrative buildings during the suffragette movement in England. What days – 'men only understand violence, so we give them violence' – or so everyone used to say back then. In the end, you opted for 'modern' underwear.

You put on your coat and watch. You were on a day off today; you didn't want to deal with any demon. Immortality came with its own benefits; you were a damn good demon hunter, and you got all the time in the world to gain knowledge and hone your skills. You started walking towards the park; sometimes it felt all so lonely to think everyone else who walked this earth has and will perish, but you would not. It won't be long before you have to change your name and place. It was usually every ten to fifteen years. Such a little time in your life span.

You were currently new in this city called Capulet City, a hotbed of demon hunters with someone called legendary devil hunters residing here. You were intrigued. You had heard all the myths, legends, and religions, and you knew what bullocks all of them were.

You were crossing a footbridge, and a man with white hair and a red coat walked past you. You didn't notice, but something stuck out. You turned to look at him without a thought; you shouted, "Wait!" The man did – handsome – first thought, and you berated yourself internally. Yes, he is tall, broad, muscular and handsome, and by your time on earth, you were sure he was packing a lot. But no, this was not the time. He looked at you with a smirk and spoke coolly, "Saw something you like, Miss?" You were lost in thought, and Dante raised his eyebrow. You remember this face; around a century and a half back, the same face in the smoke-filled streets of London. A man with the same face, a purple Victorian long coat, a monocle and features more elegantly framed than this. You remember that person. But you do not know why? But after living for so long, you have no will to challenge fate. You frowned. Could there be another person like you walking the earth for who knows how long?

You walked up to him and scanned him up and down. Man was intrigued, he spoke, "Hello?" You looked up at him, the voice wasn't right. But how could you remember it was more than a century ago? But no, his eyes were purple, and these were icy blue.

Man was losing his patience. "Okay, babe, I'm leaving..." And he started to climb down the stairs of the footbridge. You followed him down and expressed your distaste, "No! No! We need to talk…"

Man scoffed, "Talk? I don't even know you, Babe...go away...find another man to pester…" You kept following him. You held his hand in the middle of the road and stopped him. "No...we are talking..."

The man resigned. He was out of money and food for days anyway, "Fine...buy me lunch..." You blinked, "What!?" Man shrugged, "You want my time and attention; you better buy me a lunch. There is a great pizzeria around." Man started to point in the direction of the pizzeria.

You have seen a lot throughout your life, but never anything like this, curious. Maybe that's why he stuck out in your memory after more than a century. You frowned, "What kind of man asks a woman to pay?" Men of this generation never ceased to amaze you. Man shrugged, "I don't know, one who knows his value?" You didn't have anything to do better, so you nodded, "Fine... and I do not want your attention, just answers..." Man held up both his hands. "Fine... but I should tell you I'm irresistible...."

You rolled your eyes, "Lead the way..."

You two sat in a pizzeria near the window seat. He ordered two large Chicken BBQ and Pepperoni pizzas with two pints of beer. You didn't think to dress for a date. But he wasn't so bad now, you think. Answer or not, he was a fine lay.

Man grinned at you, "Now that our food and drinks are settled, my name's Dante..." Dante held out his hand over the table. You laughed a little and shook his hand. "Made sure you got paid upfront before giving out any information? I'm Y/N." Dante chomped down on his pizza; the man had some appetite. You can't deny how everything about this man was so intriguing or arousing. You had your fair share of men over the years. Some stayed in your heart deeper than others, but you always knew they were all fleeting and never made any real attempt to forge a relationship or have kids; they were lovers at best. You had to be very careful for the longest time in history since contraception was such a new and wonderful invention.

You looked at him and calculated him, "So what do you do, Mister Dante?" Dante let out a laugh, "Mister? Seriously... I'm not used to getting so much respect from women...especially feisty ones. But I am a handyman…"

You raised your eyebrow, some food for thought, handyman, too vague, as if trying to hide something. You spoke calculated, "What sort of assignments do you take, handyman? Maybe fix the hole in my wall?" Dante sipped his beer. "Umm...nahhh...more of pest control..."

You smirked, "I'm in somewhat of a pest control business myself..." Dante smirked, "Ohho... yeah...?" You nodded, "Pesky pests are so big and reoccurring these days, right?" Dante hummed in agreement, munching on his pizza... "I got the right guns for that..." You nodded, "I believe you do...."

Before you knew it, you were on the first floor of Devil May Cry... in his room, kissing him passionately as he kisses you back... your legs wrapped around his waist. You were rutting to his bulge; it was so big, you doubted in all these years you took into such a big monstrosity. Your hands cupped his face; you appreciated the older man. Though you never aged beyond twenty-five, there was something about older men that just made you feel so wet, especially one like Dante. You can guess he was around his forties... but back to the business.

Dante laid you down on the bed, his coat off; he pulled up his Henley and off ... You admired the beautifully sculpted body – it was muscular, the skin a bit aged, but silver hair on his chest. You were drooling... your eyes looked down to his white happy trail, a little unkempt, but you appreciated old beauty. His hand started to unlace the front of your dress, the way your tits popped out. Dante smirked, "Why will you put such a beautiful pair through such torture...?" you hummed, nuzzling the pillow as he massaged them, "to look good..."

Dante smirked, "They look much better in my hands..." Dante's hands trailed down to your waist as he peeled your dress off. He likes the view; you were in quite intricate and lacy lingerie. He laughed, "Were you out there looking to get laid? You just saw what you liked in the street and stopped me?" You just shrugged, "Maybe...."

Dante found you amusing; you were confident in an interesting way. You were not trying to control, yet you were controlling everything, and he was happy enough to play your game. He didn't know exactly why you stopped him. But he knew you were human.

Dante leaned back, standing between your legs hanging from the edge of the bed; he started to kiss your neck, pecking and then biting. You moaned and pulled his head back. You clicked your tongue, "Undressing a lady and remaining dressed? What I did to deserve that?"

Dante knew you were as aroused as him; he could smell it. But the way you were patient, it was like you had all the time in the world. He will make you beg for him. You will be impatient. Dante stood up, popping open the button of his black leather pants and pulling down his fly. He wasn't wearing any underwear. You just smirked; you should have expected that. He was big and messy, his hair at the base unkempt. He was hard, you were right. You never had anyone this big.

Your eyes met his icy blue ones, and you could see how badly he wants to bury himself deep in you. You sat up on the edge of the bed. His cock dripping pre-cum. You wrapped your soft fingers around his thick cock; Dante hissed, squeezing his eyes shut. You started to stroke him slowly; he panted. You cooed at him, "Such a big boy...stay still?" You looked up at him through your lashes, his handsome face teetering at the edge of bliss. You wanted to kiss that handsome face. How his brows were knitted, so cute. You kept stroking him softly from base to tip. Your tongue flicked out to lick his slit and pre-cum; you tasted him; he was good.

You smiled up at him, the tip of your tongue flicking at his slit to lap pre-cum; he was moaning, his large fingers threading your hair. You smiled and took him in. His tip hitting the back of your throat, you moaned as his cock vibrated in your mouth.

Dante praised, his fingers gripping the back of your wet, "Shit! Y/N, so warm and wet! Fuck! You're good!" You knew you were good as you hollowed your cheeks and bobbed your hand up and down to take him to the base. Your nose nuzzling in his pubic hair, he had a musky scent, and you were getting addicted to his taste.

Was he the person you saw in Victorian London? Who knows? For now, he was quite addictive, and you needed to get in his good graces to let him open up to you, right?

Sure, sucking his dick is the best way to hasten to it. Back to work in hand, your one hand held onto his muscular thighs to stabilise yourself; hell, they were thick, and you were already drooling with how much pre-cum he was producing. Now more so, it was heaven. Your hand slides from his base to his balls, fondling them, making him throw back his head with a loud moan, "Y/N, fuck! So good." His hip bucked involuntarily, hitting the back of your throat; you pulled back. His hand was trying to pull you back. You squeezed his balls a bit more. "Patience... handyman ...or should I say legendary demon hunter?" Dante smirked; he looked divine, his face was blessed out, he was panting, there was a pink tint on his cheeks and his trademark smile, "Same as you...babe!"

Your hands gathered your tits around his cock, surrounding them, and started to massage them. Your bra created a perfect net for him to stay in. Dante needed no clue; you both were wild enough. He started to thrust his cock in the little cock sleeve you prepared for him with your sweet tits. He grunts, "Fuck! Heaven! You're full of surprises, babe..."

His hands replaced yours to squeeze your tits together around his cock. Your hands wrapped around the back of his neck to pull him into a hungry kiss, teeth clattering, tongue fighting for dominance and lips swollen...he never stopped thrusting in between your tits. His thrust now irregular and chasing his high. You looked up at him with soft eyes. He smiled down at you ...as he came all over your tits, neck and chin.

He pulled back a bit; he was still hard. He smiled down at you; you looked perfect like this, covered in his cum. He gripped your neck and travelled his hand up to cup your cheeks. You smiled at him, "Is that all you got?"

He growled and flipped you on your stomach; you moaned as his middle finger traced and prodded at your wet spot in your panties. One hand unclasped your bra and threw it away. He gripped your hip to pull you up in the air, his hand on the back of your head pushing your face into the mattress. Your hips try to buck to feel his cock, but he wasn't letting you get any. You whimpered a little annoyed, "Dante..."

Dante rubbed the back of your neck, his hand trailing down your spine, making every inch of your body burn. He spoke patiently, "Let me show you what I got..." His hand came down on your ass hard; it stung, and you yelped, "Ahaa!" Dante smirked; he got on his knee on the floor to smother his face in your panty-clad pussy, and he took a long sniff. He loved your scent. His sharp nose poking your sweet cunt. You moaned as he hooked a finger in your panties to push it aside and lick you slowly and shortly. It was like a kitten lick, your legs trembling...you cursed, "Fuck...!" You were flustered to your chest as he started to fuck your little hole with his tongue and alternated by licking broad stripes along your folds. You came on his tongue in no time.

Dante sucked on your puffy clit to draw your orgasm more; you were a whimpering and crying mess, "Dante...Dante...fuck...baby...you're so good..."

Dante stood up... Pulling down your panties to spank you more, you yelped again. He smirked; he loved the way you jolted.

He smiled, "Loving it, baby?" You nodded your head, "Yes, baby...use protection..." Dante nodded, "I intended to..."

Dante retrieved a condom from the pocket of his discarded coat. You smirked, looking back at him as he ripped the foil open and rolled it onto his cock. "You were prepared..." Dante smiled as he rubbed his cockhead slow and torturous to your entrance, "Well...when you're irresistible like me...you have to..."

You laughed but moaned as he filled you to the brim with no mercy. You were aware it might be a stretch and burn given how big he was, but fuck, he was splitting you open. Dante knew you could handle it; he gripped your hips, pulling back all the way out, just leaving his tip in and slamming back in with full force. You moaned loudly and drooled; he knew he had found your sweet spot, and he kept thrusting at the same pace, hitting the same right spot. You cried as Dante held both your wrists in one hand to arch your back, hitting deep and hard. He spoke, not even breaking a sweat. You couldn't see him, but you were sure he had that stupid grin on his face, "liking it rough, strong baby?"

You drooled, "Loving it...yes! Yes!" Dante knew you were close and slowed down...to tease you. You cried, and he set his pace back to fast again until you came all around him. Your body went limp; it was one of the best sex you had. You were satisfied, but...you felt him lifting your body up like a rag doll. He pressed your back to his chest, and he kissed your neck hard, making you cry. While one of his arms wrapped around your waist to keep you in place, his other hand was rubbing and circling your clit, two fingers parting your fold to sink you down his length, and you cried in pleasure as he used you like a rag doll, bouncing you on his cock... a pressure on your clit, and you came crashing again. You were so tired and overstimulated. You begged, "Fuck...it enough..."

Dante smirked as he deposited you on his bed and climbed over you. His hand fondling your tits, "Just one more, baby..."

You could barely protest, and he sank himself in again, pressing you into a mating press, your legs close to your tits and nails raking his back. He kept thrusting in, slow when you were close and fast when your orgasm was again building. You poor pussy was sore and abused; you were in heaven, drooling and fucked senseless. You cried, "Let me cum ...Dante." Dante kissed your lips as he buried himself deep rutting; your pussy clenched around him as you both came together.

You were limp in his sheets, your eyes shut. Dante withdrew himself, taking off the condom, tying it, and throwing it in the dustbin.

You were asleep; he didn't blame you. He maybe overdid it. He had sex again after years; he didn't mind if you stayed a bit long. He craved human warmth but thought himself too filthy to deserve it. Especially from someone as wonderful as you. But if you asked for it, he would make sure no one ever came close. He will ruin it for you forever; this is all he does, ruin everything for everybody.

Dante looked at you naked in his bed; you were soft and sweet. You tugged his heartstrings. He sat up to walk up to the bathroom and bring you a towel. He cleaned your chest and your legs and changed to the cleaned sheets. He didn't mind you staying; he was lonely after all.

Dante came downstairs to hop in for a quick shower. After a cold shower, he looked at himself in the mirror. He was ageing? Dante never knew how he would age. How much? Or how long he will live? He knew he was old. But given his quick healing and regeneration abilities, he cannot exactly slump into old age. No, even he was aware of this much biology. It needed his cell to stop dividing. But they divided and regenerated perfectly, given Vergil stabbed him just yesterday.

He remembers the little talk he and Vergil had in hell that Dante won't grow old or beyond a point. If his healing and regeneration abilities are uncompromised, he can't be old. Maybe it was just stress and depression which made Dante look older than Vergil.

Dante sighed. He changed into his Henley and sweatpants to walk out into his office. You were already on the red leather couch, wearing his t-shirt and with the pizza he ordered in your lap. You spoke with your mouth full, "Pizza again?"

He walked to you, leaned down and kissed your lips. "Yeah..." You smiled at him, "Remove your shirt..." Dante raised his eyebrow, "My! My! Demanding and hungry minx?" You smiled as he removed his shirt, and you stood up to check his back, no traces of your nails; you had just dug them in an hour ago in his back.

You sat back. Dante noticed the lack of hickeys and bite marks on your neck as well. You both looked at each other. You broke the silence, "How old are you?" Dante laughed, "Umm…let's see...near my mid-forties..." You frowned, "Be honest; I know you can heal...you don't have to hide it..."

Dante was confused. "Yeah...but I'm telling you the truth..." You spoke scoffing, "C'mon! I remember seeing you in London; it was the year 1875! My memory is clear as day!" Dante shouted; he was baffled, "What!? What are you talking about...1875!"

You nodded, "Yeah, you regenerate and heal just like me! That's why you cannot die! You're immortal, just like me!" Dante blinked. "Yeah...I do...but...I'm not like you! 1875! How old are you?"

You sank into the couch; you blew your cover, if you knew anything. It was how important it was to conceal...you blew your 2000-year-old perfect cover. Because you followed your heart, what an idiot! You looked at him, "I think I need my pills!" Dante looked at you unsure, "Pills…?" You laughed, "Yeah, pills, I have these episodes! You see, I have a medical condition...I will just take clothes and go!" You were making your way to the door, but Dante stopped you, holding your arm. "Okay, you can keep your clothes; just let me go."

By now, you can see all the Devil Arms this man has and his reputation. You were sure you were not a match for him. Of course, you won't go down without a fight. But such a man is someone you would rather not be enemies with.

Dante looked at you concerned, "You can tell me." His eyes were soft and deep, like he saw himself as a freak of nature, in the similar way you did. They were vulnerable. You let out a sigh and started, "It's a long story..."

It was morning, and Dante was beyond confused; there were so many stories, and you two were drinking. You were drunk and laughed, "Soo...the man I saw a century ago in London...." Dante nodded, "That's right, he was my father, Sparda..." You nodded in understanding, "Son of Sparda, I see...that's why sex was so good?" Dante laughed, sipping his whisky. "Hey...those were my skills; don't pull my father into this....ewww!" You laughed, "Ewww? Listen to this! I'm glad I didn't get laid with your father back then; it would have been awkward otherwise..."

Dante covered his ears, "No! No! No!" You laughed sipping your beer, you sighed and thought, "But your mother must be something...2000 years alone, and then she made sense to him..." Dante was serious now and nodded, "Yeah...she was pretty darn amazing..."

You looked at Dante with gleaming eyes, "You're amazing too..." Dante shook his head, "Not more than you, Miss 2K..." You laughed and swatted his arm, "That was so bad!" You both laughed. And now you were yearning to find what Sparda found.

With time, Dante and you paired on missions. You both can take as many hits and casualties. You both came to understand each other in ways. No one can...you can understand that Dante is immortal, just like you, unless he is killed through some extreme means. He isn't dying. If he can heal and regenerate. He isn't getting any older. Or so you wanted to believe.

No matter how deeply or conveniently you loved someone. There was always a pain in your heart, a sorrow that stayed.

If he was just like you, it removed so many issues you had; you were anyway falling for him more and more. He was too. You spoilt him rotten with gifts and paid bills; after all, you had all the money in the world.

You didn't know what to make of it. But Dante felt right; he felt perfect. Everything with him had so much potential. And for Dante, you were the biggest repellent to his biggest fear. You cannot die. No one can ever take you away from him, no matter how cursed he was.

It was a weird situation, a convenient arrangement which didn't need love, only companionship. But there was love, and being loved means being missed so terribly.

You were in bed with Dante, an opulent big bed with four posts and curtains draped; it felt like a room out of Versailles. Dante took his surroundings as you two were cuddling after sex and hummed, "Let them eat cake?" You laughed, "She wasn't the best or blameless, but she never said it..."

Dante was surprised. "So you were there?" You kissed his knuckles. "Yeah, but made it out of there in time... back to London."

Dante thought, "And where were you originally from?" You thought and shrugged, "I don't remember. I kept walking for the longest. I'm pretty sure after my first 'death', I was in Uruk... but where I was exactly born..." You shrugged... Dante nuzzled your shoulder and kissed your neck... "I see..."

Dante looked at the wall in front, a painting he couldn't recognise, but he was sure it was real and vintage. He spoke unsure, "I always thought... how my father walked upon this land for 2000 years...and now I met someone...who also did...what was it like?"

You thought, "You want to die for sure...like everyone else...but you also do not want to...it's weird, and then you just learn to pass by. After all...after so many years, nothing makes sense, and you understand nothing ever will. All those empires, people, and power, gone. Changed by something very similar...yet claiming to be different. It is just all a matter of ... time." You looked up at him with a smile and soft eyes.

Dante was looking around your duplex; he saw all the degrees on the wall… He thought, "Not much considering 2000 years." You laughed as you looked at those degrees as well, "Yeah...for the most part, I was a woman and not allowed in any universities, if that makes sense..." Dante nodded, "When you became a demon hunter?"

You kept looking at degrees, "Always was...just on the sidelines. Always the main business, but never the main business, if that makes sense..." Dante nodded, "It does..."

You walk down to the living room and think, your eyes looking at Dante, who was putting his guns back in his holster to leave. Your heart felt heavy, "Dante..."

He turned and looked at you, "Yeah?" You walked up to him and looked at his eyes. "I love you..." Dante was a little taken aback, not surprised but unsure. "I love you too, Y/N. But what does love even mean to you, though?" Dante always thought this, as he thought of all the lovers you had and what it amounted to. Maybe he was insecure or jealous, but in this life, he was never anything fully. He needed to be something.

You took a long sigh, holding both of his hands in yours. You looked into those icy blue eyes; you knew the answer, "Whatever it meant for your father to fall in love with your mother ...." Dante was quiet, so quiet, you weren't sure if you did the right thing. He just nodded; he had no doubt in his mind that his father loved his mother. He perished loving her.

You waited as Dante opened his mouth to speak but was quiet again. He thought, how did his mother knew if it was the right decision? Was there a right decision? Didn't she die? But he was sure she would do it again knowing she would die. So he took a chance too.

Dante kisses your lips. "Move in with me..." You kissed his back, "I will..." 

__ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ |(ɪᴢᴜᴋᴜ ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪʏᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

Izuku ! is the type of boyfriend to have really bad overthinking problems. Due to Katsuki's endless bullying throughout his childhood, he wonders if there is someone who will truly love him for who he is.

Izuku ! is the type of boyfriend who would buy you snacks every time he gets a chance. He doesn't care who he's with, he's like "(name) would love this, I'll get it then".

Izuku ! is the type of boyfriend to always take take-out. He can't cook and often you'd be the one cooking for him. He burnt down your home kitchen once, you weren't happy but how can you blame him? He's too cute.

Izuku ! is the type of boyfriend to make you watch All Might related things with him. Ranging from "Top 10 All Might moments" to "What will All Might do now that he retired as the #1 hero?" or other videos related to him. He loves showing off his collection of All Might merch and explaining all about Pro Heros.

Izuku ! is the type of boyfriend to be jealous, in silence...He doesn't want to bother you, he really doesn't but poor baby can't stand you talking to a guy that wants you. After you and the guy stopped talking, he would ask so many questions about the conversation but you assure him that he was the only man you're interested in.

Izuku ! is the type of boyfriend to use emoticons when texting you. He thinks the little faces like ">:(", ":3", ":D" are super cute!! He probably got the idea from Ochco.

Izuku ! is the type of boyfriend to spend money on you like you're his All Might merch. He will NEVER leave a store empty-handed, especially with you. He always asks if you want anything; regardless of your answer, he'll buy you a snack or something.

Izuku ! is the type of boyfriend to surprisingly be the big spoon in the relationship. Everyone thinks you wear the pants but really he does. He's so responsible (sometimes) and it helps that you're close to him.

Izuku ! is the type of boyfriend to rant to you about his day. It can be something about school or his hero life. He rants and yap his ass away whenever he can.

Izuku ! is the type of boyfriend to buy matching outfits for you two. And to do matching Halloween costumes every year. It's either matching costumes or he dresses up as All Might. No debate.

Izuku ! is the type of boyfriend to be shy around you even during the relationship. No matter what, he always asks if he can hold your hand when you two are out. (P.S. his hands are always sweaty.)

Izuku ! is the type of boyfriend to be embarrassed when his mom talks to you. He knows that she'll say something about how he acted when he was little.

Izuku ! is the type of boyfriend to have terrible music taste. So you have to put him on with songs in your personal playlist. When you found out that he listened to shit like Alan Walker (no offense :D) you bawled. His Spotify playlist was rearranged the next day.

Izuku ! is the type of boyfriend who uses puppy eyes when he wants something from you. (it works.)

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭.

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!”

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.

♡︎ Izuku Midoriya as your boyfriend ♡︎

Pairing: fem!reader x Izuku Midoriya

Genre: fluff

Warnings: suggestive content, jealous!Izuku, sub!Izuku

•° first of all: he's the number 1 babygirl.

•° every hour of the day, no matter what you're doing, he'll take pictures of you. His gallery is just full of your photos. every week his lock screen changes to a new photo of you. And then he loves looking at your beautiful smiling face at night in his bed before falling asleep, so he can dream of you. When you ask him if it's necessary to take all these photos, he answers that they're useful during the times when you can't be together because of missions.

•° do you really think that the photos are enough for him? Nah, Izuku clearly has a talent for drawing, and he certainly won't waste it by only disdaining sketches of other heroes. No, in his room he has a drawer dedicated only to you, inside which there are a lot of notebooks portraying you.

•° you don't have to talk, for him even just looking at you while you share headphones and listen to your favorite songs, with a breathtaking sunset in front of you. That's enough for him.

•° he lets you do any hairstyle on his messy hair. He loves the warmth of your hands in his hair and most of all he loves your laugh when you pass him the mirror to show him the many pigtails you've made on his head.

•° speaking of laughter. HE LOVES YOURS. He would die to hear it one last time. Let's be real, he's not the funniest person in the world, but he puts his all into putting a smile on your face, accompanied by the melody of your laughter.

•° he obviously has a praise kink, tell him how good he was at something: school, missions, even the silliest one and you'll immediately notice the blush on his cheeks.

"Izuku, baby, you did so good today on patrolling. I'm so proud of you." you praise him while placing your hand on his cheek.

"t-thanks, baby. You d-did good too." He's literally pout in your hands.

•° PDA is scared of Izuku. he loves showing you affection both when it's just the two of you, and outside, no matter where you are. Kisses, hugs, arm around your waist, your head resting on his shoulder. He doesn't care if anyone is watching you.

•° it might not seem like it on the surface, but ohh HE'S A JEALOUS JEALOUS JEALOUS BOY. Despite his puppy-dog appearance, he wastes no time when someone stares at you for a few seconds too long to put an arm around your shoulders and turn you towards him, so that he is your only view. Not to mention when they hit on you.

"so, you free tonight, pretty?" a boy a little older than you leans against the bar counter where you're sitting at.

"sorry, but I'm not interested. I have a boyfriend." You try to dodge him off.

"oh, c'mon." He reaches for your face "I don't see him around". Before he can lay even a finger on you, a hand slaps the boy's hand away, and based on the look on his face it must have hurt.

"you didn't see me, but bet you felt that." He couldn't leave you alone even to go to the bathroom, ugh.

•° his only reasons for living are two: to become a hero worthy of being called such and...you. He worhips you so much, you're a goddess in his eyes who can do no wrong. You're just out of this world for him, not real.

•° SUBMISSIVE!! Oh this boy is the definition of submission. In bed he becomes a real mess for you, the control is yours and you can do whatever you want with him, he won't say a word, don't worry.

•° he's the kind of guy who gives you little gifts almost every time you go on a date, or rather every time you see each other. It could be a bouquet of flowers, an origami heart, etc...

contents: soft!miguel x gn!reader, implied sex (no explicit content), discussions of marriage, soft angst (nothing too bad i prommy)

"i want to marry you one day," you say. the words settle softly over your shoulders, as comfortable as an old leather jacket. miguel's muscles tense as you drag your fingertips down the plane of his stomach. the evidence of your shared pleasure still stains his skin, but you pay it no mind, curling even closer to him.

"yeah?" miguel pulls away, just far enough so he can look at you. "you'd want that?"

"i would," you say. "i do."

there's a silence. not an awkward one, but a nice one, one that soaks into your skin, into your bones. miguel's hand traces gentle circles over your back— around and around, around and around.

"i have a ring picked out," he says, finally.

"i know," you say. you do. you found it in his sock drawer. for all of his strategic genius, he didn't realize that hiding a ringbox in his sock drawer wouldn't work when he shares said sock drawer with you. "it's beautiful."

"it reminds me of you." the words rush out of him like a confession. like he's prostrating himself at the altar, begging you to accept his truth. "beautiful."

"flatterer," you smile, and tuck your face into the soft spot where his neck and jaw meet. his pulse tickles your lips. this is what being a god must feel like, you think— the quiet euphoria of sharing breaths with your lover.

"i can't marry you yet," he says, after a pause. your heart doesn't fall, but it does twinge, just a little. you expected as much.

"i know," you say again.

"you know why."

"i do." miguel is a hero. technically, you are, too. but not like him. if it were up to you, you'd take his hand and run— run far, far away, where you could love him in peace.

you were not built to carry the weight of the multiverse on your shoulders. neither was miguel. yet somehow, he does— atlas, bent on one knee, but never broken.

"i love you," he murmurs— a supplicant's plea, hands up, face turned to the sky. an apology.

"i love you, too." forgiveness. acceptance. and that is that.

(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.