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Sweet, as long as you’re ok with it. Can I get some poly-relationship headcanons for Mina and Momo with a male reader?

The rest of the class was honestly shocked when the three of you announced your relationship because it’s the last pairing they could have expected.

Mina likes to fluster the both of you but if it doesn’t work on you she attempts to recruit you to tease Momo with her.

Momo was extremely nervous to tell her family, and while it took a little while (and a small argument) they eventually accepted it.

Honestly, I think a bunch of people (especially mineta) are a little jealous because “damn how’d you pull two absolute babes” as Mineta put it

You and Mina see an improvement in grades thanks to Momo planning out little study dates and she couldn’t be prouder when the two of you receive a good grade

Mina likes to drag the two of you to her favorite arcade and sometimes begs you to tag along with her friends for ‘guys night’ despite Bakugo being insistent it’s not a guys night. 

Mina thrives on PDA while Momo would rather keep to herself so it’s a nice balance depending on how you feel that day. 

All in all, it’s a very cute, healthy, and loving relationship <3

You wouldn’t happen to be cool with poly requests, would you?

I do take poly requests, I don't write it very often and I'm always looking for the chance to!

You couldn’t find her.

You had just gotten back from grocery shopping, and walked into a house that felt much colder than usual. It was cold enough it gave you chills as you set the grocery bags down, not seeing your girlfriend in her usual spot on the couch had your nerves on end. After the war, the two of you had agreed that neither went anywhere without letting the other know, mainly to ease your nerves seeing as you very nearly lost your beloved rabbit girlfriend. Not that she could easily go anywhere with the new prosthetic limbs still causing her pain after a while. 

“Rumi?” You called through the silent apartment getting no response that only sent your nerves into overdrive as you now began frantically checking each room of the apartment.

Until you got to the locked bedroom. Knowing she was in there, your nerves still ran rampant as the closer you got to the door the clearer the distress she was in became. 

“Rumi? Baby, open the door” you knocked gently as Socks started at you from the other end of the hallway. The crying only got louder the longer you stood out there and it broke your heart that she wouldn’t let you in. You knew she could handle herself but you wanted to be there, to hold her while she cried. Sliding down the other side of the door you sat in the hallway, never once leaving the door as she cried her heart out, a constant stream of comforting words pouring from you knowing she could easily hear you. You knew these new limbs were an adjustment, you knew that despite the front she often put up that this transition was taking a lot out of her in every way it possibly could and even now, months later, the phantom pains still drove her insane. The flashbacks kept her up at night, and the nightmares often caused her to wake you up in tears. You hated that she was in pain, you hated that this is what she had become but you never hated her. So when the tears finally subsided and she finally opened the door, eyes puffy and lips bitten raw, you held her. You held her like she was the most precious thing to grace the planet, regardless of her new state. You’d love her in any state so long as she was alive, and even if she wasn’t you’d love her anyways.

Katsuki never liked the rain.

In fact, it was his least favorite type of weather. That was, until you. Kissing you in the rain like one of those cheesy romance movies he’d always grumble about (but secretly got invested in), sharing umbrellas with you tucked under his arm, he even confessed to you on a rainy day. All these memories had changed how he felt about the rain to the point he even looked forward to rainy days just so he could cuddle up to you with a good book by the window. Rainy days with you slowly became something he loved. Something he cherished.

When he died, so did your love for rainy days.

Everyday felt like a rainy day without him. And knowing how he had grown up hating rain yet fate had decided he should die in it, it was safe to say you’d never love another rainy day the same way again. All it did was remind you of that awful day. The day you sat glued to the television as the war raged on in both your city and your heart watching as he, his friends, and the pro’s fought long and hard only for him to be taken from you in the end. It felt like drowning in the very same rain he had kissed you in. 

You never liked the rain. 

Father...feed me more spicy iida content

Thinking About…

Thinking about Tenya coming home from a long, stressful day at work in need of some relief. And who better to help him than his amazing spouse? Tied to the bed using his belt and blindfolded with the silk tie he keeps in his closet for special occasions as he uses you as his own personal fleshlight all while he whispers the sweetest praise in your ear.

She would confess in a very classic way, outside of class with nothing but her heart on her sleeve and a letter in hand.

Literally starts floating when you reciprocate her feelings

Also floats almost anytime you fluster her (which is often)

When she started as a pro-hero, her goal was to make money, now all she wants is to protect you and the people she loves.

Her hear me out is kirby.

Ochako in a suit 🧎. That's it. That’s the headcanon.

Later in life she’d probably want to get a pet or two with you

She owns a tarot deck, probably as a gift from Jiro

She cannot take care of a houseplant to save her life

She likes to cuddle and play stardew valley <3

Thinking about…

Thinking about your first time using a flogger on Barbatos. The wooden handle heavy in your hand but also empowering in a way. Being about to whip and caress a demon as powerful as Barbatos, to see this side of him was addicting. The marks left by the leather if even for a moment sending adrenaline through your veins, and the sounds he makes as the leather makes contact with his skin were heavenly even coming from a demon. Low grunts and groans that sent heat rushing through your body as even what little you were wearing became too much to handle. 

He’s the hype man in the relationship. Feeling shitty? It’s now his life's mission to fix that.

This man cannot cook. He will ruin your cookware, probably even burn down the kitchen.

Honestly, quality time isn’t as common as he’d like working as a pro-hero, teacher, and radio show host. 

He loves to yap, if you let him, he’ll talk for hours.

It seems like he gets excited over small things but they aren’t small to him

He will not be saving you from any spiders, if you try to insist he take care of it he’s coming with a blow torch

He probably drives around listening to the most random radio stations

If loud noises are an issue for you, he’d try to tone it down for you but he’d definitely slip up a couple times

If you’re also a hero he’s going to brag about you nonstop like someone please save his friends

He loves matchy couple stuff, it could be jewelry, sweatshirts, literally anything and he’ll wear it with a shit eating grin

Tattoo Artist! Touya who even after months can’t seem to get over you. How could he when you’re inked into his skin? His friends warned him it was a bad idea, getting tattoos dedicated solely to you, even a few designed by you for this very reason. Even his favorite whiskey didn’t taste as comforting as it used to. He couldn’t even flip through his sketchbook in peace without being saddened by the very images of you he himself had drawn. Including the image that was forever trapped in his brain and on paper, the image of you, broken down sobbing as he walked out the door leaving you behind forever.

The time you and Asmodeus have sex he thinks that's all it is. It wasn’t new to him, being the avatar of lust people often used him for pleasure then left him in the dust. Not you though, you stayed. Helped him clean up then cuddled him till he fell asleep and, when you finally left to your own room late in the afternoon, he couldn’t help but cry. He wasn’t used to this, the way you loved him for more than just his body. Loved him in a way that was so unusual to him, so soft that he feared that one touch could shatter everything. Sure his brothers loved him, but they often didn’t take him as seriously as he wished they would, always convinced he was too clouded by lust to be serious about anything. 

But you, you were different. Even in a group you listened to him, like actually listened to him, asking him questions about matters that most would deem outside his realm of conversation. Like video editing? Different aspects of filming? He’s a deviltuber who does his own content not just a pretty face and only you seem to get that. Nobody but his brothers try learning his likes and dislikes but you do, and you remember them like it’s second nature. Always trying to involve him in things he would like and helping him avoid or get through things he hates.

So he cried. He cried so hard and for so long that he ended up falling asleep again. Falling into an exhausted slumber so deep that he didn’t wake even as you cracked his door open and snuck inside, your heart breaking at the sight of your lover so upset. Crawling into the bed behind him, you quickly scooped him into your arms watching as the wrinkles between his eyebrows (that he was definitely going to panic about later) softened as if eased by your very presence, soothing him into much more pleasant dreams as you laid there with him, watching over him.

Sorry for the unannounced hiatus! But there are a bunch of posts going up once I get the headers and covers ready!

It would be interesting to see an AU where aizawa finally teetered over the edge of insanity due to trauma, with present mic there of course in some way to attempt to help.

Hopefully this doesn’t seem too far, intrigued by how this plot may go.

I wasn't sure what direction I wanted to take this and so after much research this is what I came up with. I'm not completely satisfied with it but may continue it in another part eventually.

“Aizawa maybe you should get some help-” 

“No” This wasn’t the first time he and Mic have had this conversation despite not having really spoken in a couple months now. In fact, Aizawa hadn’t even come out of his house in the last two months, always muttering about something coming to get him much to his friends and coworkers' confusion. Of course this was strange even for the raven haired man as he was usually on top of his work. But from the smell of him, he hadn’t been on top of anything in his life recently. His house was dark and unusually messy for the usually neat and logical hero. “I’m serious Shouta this can’t be healthy” the usually loud and upbeat hero said seriously as his coworker looked around wildly as though seeing something that nobody else could. “They’re watching me, they’re always watching me” the dark haired man muttered walking away from his friend who stood there in the living room silently as Aizawa once again, shut himself in his room. What or who was watching him? What was he talking about? And how could they help him? All these things Mic wondered as he made his way out the front door, distraught from not being able to truly help his friend as he teetered on the edge of complete and utter insanity.

Second Blog! @foxy-writes

Hello everyone! I come bearing an announcement: I have started a second blog and while this could be an epic fail I wanted to try posting my own, much longer, (and sometimes much darker+spicier) stories. So if you're interested please check it out, I currently have a poll running to decide the first story! I will still be posting to this blog I just wanted a way to separate my romance stories from my fan-fiction.

I haven't written about Todoroki in so long sorry if it sucks also let me know who I should write next!

Thinking about …

Thinking about…the way Shoto just collapses on you after a long day. It was a habit he’d developed back in your UA days months after the two of you had started dating that he’d just never stopped. Not that you’d want him to, just knowing that he felt safe enough to relax into you after everything he’s been through was a clear indicator of just how the far the two of you had come both as people and as a couple. So even now as he threw his shoes to the side, fatigue clearly weighing heavily on him he made a beeline to where you sat on the couch of your shared apartment before practically throwing himself onto you, you knew you’d never change a damn thing even if he does occasionally crush you in his sleep.

father where have u been? wheres the milk

the milk (my inspiration) expired so I had to find more

Rockstar! Sukuna who met you in school and quickly developed a soft spot for you.

Rockstar! Sukuna who loses contact with you for a couple of years, too busy making it big to care 

Rockstar! Sukuna who sees you at one of his concerts, right in the front row staring watching him as though he were a god among mortals

Rockstar! Sukuna who brings you backstage under the guise of wanting to catch up

Rockstar! Sukuna who now has you bent over, elbows resting on an amp as he thrusts into you at what feels like an inhumane pace

Rockstar! Sukuna who refuses to let you go after your backstage rendezvous

hello, i was wondering if i could request an toga himiko x blood manipulation!reader(if you want an specified gender, it would be female!) where the reader dies by the hands of izuku midoriya, if thats alright with you. i just want to see how toga would react or what would she do/act/what would happen to her when her s/o dies by one of the people she likes.

(This is super short even though it took ages but writers block hit me like a truck) She wouldn’t know what to do. On one hand she wants to go after him because while she may like him, she loves you but on the other she can’t bring herself to leave your already vacant body. She wants to cry, she really does, but it’s almost like she doesn’t know how, the tears that fall from her eyes do so of their own volition and the smile that usually stretched across her face no longer reached her eyes as she knelt beside your body. The thought that you would die never crossed her mind, especially not so soon. You were strong, your blood manipulation quirk allowing you to have the upper hand in most fights but with you lacking time to train like you used to Midoriya had quickly surpassed you without you ever even knowing about it and it had inevitably led to your demise leaving Himiko absolutely shattered in the process.

Random Toji Drabble

Thinking About…..

Thinking about how mean Toji can get. You’d been teasing him all fucking day, bending over to pick up random objects that you definitely dropped on purpose wanting to show off what was hidden under your tight little skirt but never letting him touch. But now, now it was you who couldn’t touch him, and damn did it suck. Not that you were thinking about it, no, you weren’t thinking much at all after being tied to his bed only a few hours ago. An egg vibrator shoved up into your tight little cunt as Toji himself stood above you, his touches lingering but never giving you what you needed as you stared up at him through hooded eyes.

If I was a rat

MC: Hey Barb, I have a question

Barbatos: (Already sensing some bullshit) What is it MC?

MC: Would you still love me if I was a rat?

Barbatos: Who said I loved you now?? (He definitely does)

MC: But what if I was a rat???

Barbatos: Like Solomon?

MC: Sure🧍

Barbatos: No.

Hi Hi

How about a scenario where Aizawa's daughter takes a hit for him and almost dies?

Thank you for your time!!

Thanks for the request! I'm not sure how I feel about what I wrote but I hope you like it!

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

It was only supposed to be a simple patrol, that's why he brought you along to begin with. He thought it would be safe to finally let you on the field with him. He was wrong. Very, very wrong and it’s probably shaved a good few years off his life as you lay against him in an alleyway, the pool of blood below you only growing larger and staining both his and your own hero suits as he tries to suppress his panic. “Why the hell did you do that?” he asked wincing at the way his voice cracked “I couldn’t let you get hurt” you whispered as the two of waited for backup as “you idiot, It's my job to stop you from getting hurt” he sighed as the sirens got closer “your job as a hero or as my father?” you chuckled only to wince in pain as you did.

Before he could respond an ambulance quickly pulled in blocking the entrance to the alley, your vision narrowing as voices shouted for you to stay awake, to keep your eyes open, to keep living. The first thing that came to you was the smell of antiseptic, quickly followed by the various sounds of the hospital equipment and hushed voices. “The suspect didn’t get very far and is now in police custody” an unfamiliar voice whispered as a much more familiar voice followed it with a tired sigh “that’s good”. The next sense to return, although slowly and almost painfully, was your sight as the overhead lights almost blinded you, the hushed voices now silent. The raspy groan you let out was almost inhuman as the man you could only assume was a police officer hurried out of the room silently.”Water” you rasped attempting to sit up only to be eased back down by familiar hands. “Let me raise the bed,” Aizawa said, the look of relief that flashed on his face quickly and almost unseen as he held down the button almost hidden away on the side of your bed. Once the bed was raised enough for you to drink without spilling you quickly sipped the water ignoring the pain in your throat from the rush of liquid that flooded it as your father chuckled at you. “Am I in trouble?” you asked nervously hoping that his amusement meant you’d be let off the hook “You’re definitely in trouble” he said as if it were obvious and to you, it should’ve been “shit.” you cursed hoping he’d at least ease up on the punishment since you were his favorite child (his only child). But at least you were alive and that was all that mattered to him, and hopefully you’d think twice before throwing yourself into danger (you’d do it again).

Hiii, i was wondering if you could please write a bnha Aizawa oneshot (or drabble) in which he has a daughter and he dreamed she died in his arms but she was safe and sound sleeping in her bedroom 🩵 thanks you🩵

I hope it's ok that I used Y/N as the name cause I couldn't think of anything else.

It was dark.

Much darker than any of his dreams had ever been before, with nothing but darkness everywhere he looked. 

Or so he thought.

Glancing to his right, his gaze landed on something he’d hoped he would never encounter; his child, facing off against the very nomu that messed him up at the USJ. His panic flared as his heart beat quicker than it had in a long time, but he couldn’t move. Something had him stuck in place as he watched his daughter fight the nomu using the capture weapon he himself had taught her to use. She put up a good fight, despite how much it hurt to watch as the nomu threw her to the ground over and over again he still couldn’t move no matter how hard he tried as she lost more and more blood, slowing her down enough for the nomu to get devastating hits on her, the sounds of bones breaking all too loud for him to handle as tears gathered at his lash-line. 

Finally, when it seemed she could no longer get up off the ground was he able to move as he sprinted towards her as her body twitched and limbs were splayed out in directions that surely weren’t natural. “Y/N, wake up” he said frantically, lightly smacking her face in an attempt to wake her from a slumber that seemed all too eternal. But it was no use, as her breathing slowed until it stopped all together and sobs wracked his body. She was dead.Waking with a gasp, sweat poured from his body and tears he hadn’t even noticed stained his face as he tried to ground himself, telling himself it was only a dream but it was in vain as his breathing only sped up as he rushed out of bed and into the hallway. He had to make sure she was ok, that she was here, that she was breathing. Quietly, he opened her door, wincing at the sound it made as it eased open revealing the dimly lit room where Y/N lay sleeping. Walking closer, he watched relieved as her chest rose and fell, a sure sign that she was breathing. Sitting on the ground against her bed, he let relief flood his body now that he was sure of his daughters safely if only for now.

Hi luv

You got any request rules?

If you do, do you wrtie dark themes like kidnap and death?

Hi! I don't really have any hardcore rules, I do enjoy writing darker themes suck as kidnapping and death :)

Hello there :)

I was wo dering if you could write a platonic Aizawa please :D

He has a daughter and she has a school talent show and he does everything to assist even though he has a lot of work and he made it just in time to see her doing an incredible performance

Thankssss

Thanks for the request! I tried to make it longer but I'm not sure it's much longer than a drabble.

He was running late.

After a month of everyday practice between not one but two jobs it was finally time for all that hard work to pay off and unfortunately he was running late. 

It was like the world just didn't want him to watch his daughter's performance. First his alarm didn't go off, then he got side tracked doing paperwork, and now there was traffic. If he didn't move fast he'd miss the start of your performance. 

Something that nobody really took that seriously, he still wasn't going to miss the school talent show you had been so excited for. 

The bouquet of flowers in his grasp wouldn't last forever either but it seemed he had some sort of luck, because right as he slipped into the crowded auditorium he could spot you taking the stage. With a sigh of relief he found a seat not far from the stage.

It was worth it.

The late nights prepping, the early days practicing, and the stress of it all. It was all all worth it to see you get on that stage and absolutely smash the competition, a feeling of pride swelled in his chest even as you spot him from the stage and especially as you accept the small plastic trophy that, though small, meant the world to both of you.

Update!

I'm not sure if anybody still uses Wattpad but if you're interested in:

Mafia romances, Why Choose stories, and second chance romances

I've started a second blog to promote and post sneak peeks of my books so if you're interested please check it out @foxy-writes I already have one book completed and it's sequel underway.

Twin Sandwhich

Thinking About…

… Thinking about how easily Beelzebub and Belphegor seem to make you fall apart both alone and together. Their teamwork was immaculate, letting you ride Belphegor while Beelzebub stretched out your ass. The pain of Beel’s massive cock penetrating your ass melts into the pleasure as his brother bottoms out inside you from below was nothing like you’d ever experienced before but boy was it amazing. They balanced each other out so well it was hard to tell who was where but that didn’t matter when the three of you collapsed into the bed exhausted.

Thinking About…

… Thinking about how Aizawa loves his hair being pulled. He loves it so much that he overstimulates you until you pull his hair trying to pull him off with what little strength you have left about being brought to the edge over and over for hours. It was his day off after all, how else would he spend it if its not spent with you crying on his cock for hours at a time switching between begging for more and pleading for release.