Your Catgirl Reader Fic, But Roles Are Reversed. Dog Hybrid Tanjiro Who Goes In Heat, And Goes Completely

Your catgirl reader fic, but roles are reversed. Dog hybrid Tanjiro who goes in heat, and goes completely feral. He's pouncing on you, begging to let him fill you up with his puppies! Of course, you let him, because what kind of owner are you if you don't make sure to take care of your pet? It's so unlike him to be rough and growling, snapping his teeth and hissing dirty words in your ear. (Just a lil brain rot I had because i am a ✨ whore ✨ for rough Tanjiro <3) Signed: 💫 Anon

My Good Boy

NSFW!! Minors and ageless blogs, do not interact!!!

Everyone is above 18.

Don’t mind me as I get carried away with feral Tanjiro. Thank you for your ask, 💫 Anon!

Cuddling with sweet Dog Hybrid!Tanjiro who’s the most loyal, the most gentle, most innocent being you could ever know. Scratching just behind his ears that makes his tail thump! thump! thump! on the couch, makes his legs kick instinctively as though he’s the one scratching himself.

He’s already so hard. Whining and whimpering, beginning to drool until you’re suddenly caught off guard by the doorbell ringing!

“A visitor!” he shouts, ears perking up, tail wagging. But he doesn’t get off of you.

“Tanji-! Honey, let me get the door!” you laugh, but the sweet thing grips onto your leg. He’s so huge now! Growing up with him since he was a puppy, it’s hard to drag your leg as the big doggy holds onto you.

“Hello!” you pant as you reach the door.

“Hi, Y/n,” your friend greets, and Tanjiro is caught off guard by the new smell that hits his nose. Who’s the new dog?

“Is this the one you wanted me to watch over for today?” you ask your friend, looking down to the nervous wolf hybrid!Genya, who glances up at you nervously before tensing and looking away.

But Tanjiro catches his big tail wagging.

“It sure is!” your friend answers, “This is Genya! He’s a little shy, but he’s a sweetheart. Isn’t that right, boy?” Your friend ruffles his hair playfully.

Tanjiro gulps. Genya is a much bigger hybrid than he is.

“Then I’m sure Tanjiro and I will get along so well with him! Tanjiro is such a good boy!” Tanjiro looks up to you, forgetting the jealousy that was just growing inside of himself, basking in your praise as he nuzzles into your thigh.

But his heart shatters when Genya walks in, sitting right in the middle of the room, sniffing and looking around. And his tail thumps along the wooden floor. Tanjiro glares.

Apparently, you’re going to be dog sitting for the afternoon.

“So play nice,” you say, already knowing Tanjiro would behave.

“Are you hungry, Genya?” you ask and Tanjiro doesn’t like just how much Genya’s big ears perk up when you call him. He’s got lots of scars, evidence that he’s a fighter- and a winner.

Genya could father excellent pups…

He’s so lost in thought that he misses the moment you gently pat his head and scratch his chin. The low, content hum of a voice so deep it makes the ground tremble under his paws, and Tanjiro whips his head to look at Genya.

Genya loves you.

Genya rolls onto his back and exposes his stomach. You take the opportunity to rub and scratch him. Genya whines and his eyes roll to the back of his head.

Don’t you realize what he’s doing? Every time he rubs up against you, licks your hand, rolls onto his back…

He does it to show you.

Genya is doing that to show you his hard cock.

But you’re so innocent. Of course you don’t realize the real reason why Genya is panting so hard, why he keeps on rolling onto his side or his back, raising a leg to show you his throbbing meat.

“Aww,” you coo, “You’re just too sweet.”

Tanjiro can smell the pheromones. He can smell the pheromones Genya is radiating. Trying to coax you into getting closer, lying down.

Tanjiro won’t stand for this.

Leaving to the bathroom, Tanjiro glances at Genya one more time. He’s a panting, tail-wagging, drooling mess.

“She’s ovulating,” Genya salivates, inhaling deeply with a shiver.

“I know,” Tanjiro snaps, “My Y/n is ovulating.”

“She smells nice,” Genya adds.

“I know.”

“She scratches me so well.”

“She scratches me perfectly.” Tanjiro retaliates.

“I want to fill her with pups…”

Tanjiro snarls. Fur standing on end, fangs bared, claws extended, tail stiff.

Before the fight can begin, however, the doorbell rings.

“Coming!” you call, drying your hands as you rush to the door. The two dogs immediately calm themselves, sitting politely.

It’s time for Genya to go. He whines and whimpers, holding onto you tightly as your friend urges him to let go. Leaving kisses and licks on your cheek fervently as your friend apologizes.

“No, no, it’s okay,” you reassure, “He’s just a little excited.”

“He’s never gotten that way with me,” your friend pouts.

Saying your goodbyes, you sigh as you plop back onto the couch.

“That was fun,” you giggle, patting your lap as you motion Tanjiro over, “Did you like Genya? He doesn’t live too far away. We can always visit him if you want.”

For the first time. In a long time. Tanjiro doesn’t come forward.

Tanjiro growls.

Eyes snapping open.

“Tanjiro?” you ask, absolutely terrified, “What’s wrong, sweetie?”

Kneeling in front of him, seeing his red eyes glowing, his paws digging into his pants, you gently try to shush him down.

“Tanjiro,” you coo, “Oh, honey, what’s wrong? Why are you upset? Hmm?”

“I’m your good boy, right?” Tanjiro asks with pleading eyes.

“Of course you are! You’re my beloved, sweet, strong, wonderful, best boy ever! I love you so much!” you praise him.

And he pounces on you. Tanjiro was always gentle when it came to playtime. He always let you win. Always let you pin him down. That’s just how pups were raised.

But now you’re caged underneath him. Never realizing just how strong Tanjiro is until you attempt to squirm under him, only to realize you’re perfectly trapped.

He lowers himself down to your neck and inhales deeply.

“Y/n,” he says in a low voice, “I have to breed you. Please.”

The way you can feel his breath hitch as he grinds himself against you, how the hand that pins both of your wrists begins to squeeze, how his free hand roams down your body. You can’t help but get heated yourself.

“Y/n,” he calls, “I wanted to be patient, but, I need you. I need to fill you with pups so bad!” He rubs your stomach as he adds, “I want you…I want you to mother my pups! Please!”

“Okay, honey,” you coo, no longer able to hide the desire leaking out of your pussy. Tanjiro’s tail wags. Drooling as he tears apart your clothes effortlessly with his claws, always being so careful to ensure that he never hurts you.

Stripping himself, you can see just how swollen his cock is. How the head of his dick is practically crying pre-cum as he stares at your naked body.

“I’ve always wanted to see you up close,” he growls, eyes raking over the exposed skin of your neck, the softness of your breasts, the smoothness of your tummy, the wideness of your hips.

Licking your cheek, he’s going to bathe you in drool to get rid of Genya’s spit. Cleaning off the cheek he dared to kiss, sliding his tongue down your neck, nipping every so often whenever he remembers how Genya wanted to do this to you.

“I love you,” he coos, kissing you deeply, whining when your fingers tangle in his locks, scratching behind his ears. He instinctively ruts against you, gasping as his cock slides through your soaked folds.

“Oh, gods…” he whimpers, shoulders trembling as he moves down to your pussy. You’re so embarrassed that you cover yourself with your hands.

But Tanjiro whimpers. “Please, Y/n. I’ve seen her before. She’s so pretty. I’ve always wanted to see her up close. Always…” he’s taking your hands away as he brings his head between your thighs as he adds, “…always wanted to taste her.”

And it’s true. Catching you when you’re about to shower. Touching himself as you disrobe. And if he’s really lucky, getting to watch you play with yourself, muffled whimpers sounding scarily close to his name.

“I peeked through the keyhole,” he confesses, lapping through your folds with a long, slow swipe of his tongue, “I do it every time you go shower. I’m sorry, Y/n! I’ve been a bad boy, haven’t I? I’ll make it up to you!”

His regret makes him lick faster, his long tongue pushing into your hole, big arms curling around your thighs as he plunges his face into your pussy.

Whimpering as the sweet taste of your arousal coats his tongue, the hormones you’re giving off are filled with lust and love, the most dangerous combination.

He devours you. Diving his tongue into your pussy, sucking and flicking your clit with such urgency and with such a fast pace, you can’t catch your breath.

“T-Tanji! Tanjiro!” you cry out, “It’s! It’s too much-too much! I-!” Thighs clenching around his head as you cum. He lets out a cry of his own, tail stiffening as he swallows every precious drop of your juices.

But he doesn’t stop. You have to push his head away, fight him with shaky arms as he desperately tries to return to your cunt. Groaning as your slick runs down his chin, babbling as he begs to eat you out again.

He growls and lifts your legs to your chest, eyes burning with ferocity and desire.

“Tanjiro,” you gasp, and his ears twitch. Suddenly realizing how perfectly you were positioned.

Tanjiro grins.

“I’m going to fill you so well, my love,” he coos, aligning himself with your hole. But that confidence begins to disappear as he sinks his cock into you. Your moans and mewls only making his eyes roll back as he inches deeper into you.

One last push and he hisses, your cervix meeting his pulsating tip.

“Oh, Y/n,” he moans, lowering himself to kiss you as he begins to pound into you.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you for so fucking long!”

“Wanted to bend you over that table, over that counter-mmph!”

“That wolf made me so mad!” Tanjiro growls, teeth snapping as his hips move at a rougher pace, your whole body jiggling by the sheer force of it.

“He wanted you,” he snarls, grip on the back of your knees tightening, “He wanted to give you his pups. But you’d never let him, right? You love me, right? You want me to fill you up? Don’t you? Please tell me you do!!”

“Of course I-ahhhhh,” you moan as he bites your neck, “I want you to. Only you, my good-my best-!” You can’t bring yourself to continue. Tanjiro lost control of his movements, battering into your poor pussy ruthlessly, the growls and moans of his husky voice rumbling against both of your chests as he pressed himself further into you.

“I only want your pups, Tanjiro. Because, I love you. You’re the best boy I could ever love.”

His hips stop for a moment. Ears pointed and alert.

One hand slides between your sweaty bodies and finds your clit.

“Don’t worry, love,” he coos, “I know just the way you like it.” He’s memorized how you swirl your fingers around your bud, and gathered knowledge from the other hybrids on how to please their owners.

Your back arches and you let out a cry as you feel that next orgasm rapidly approaching. But there’s something else you can feel.

Tanjiro’s knot. Huge and thick. And with how you’re tightening around his cock, it’s becoming increasingly difficult to thrust in and out of you. But he’s strong. He can do it.

You’re falling apart underneath him. And in Tanjiro’s eyes, it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“Oh, Y/n,” he pants, “I love you so much. You’re the best girl in the whole world! I love you! I love you! I love you, Y/n!” His eyes roll to the ceiling as his hips thrust as far as he can, his knot keeping him trapped deep inside of you.

The two of you cumming hard. Moaning and crying out each other’s names. Hot gooey ropes of cum fill your womb, and his knot ensures it’ll stay there for a while.

Panting as he rests on his elbows, keeping himself lifted off of you, Tanjiro whimpers.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, “That was mean of me, wasn’t it?”

“No, honey,” you reassure, kissing his scar as you rub down his shoulders, “You were-You are the best boy in the world.”

Thump! Thump! Thump! goes his tail.

“I love you so much, Tanjiro.”

“I love you so much too, Y/n.”

Pulling his head down to your breasts, you let him rest there, scratching his ears as he leaves gentle kisses along your chest.

“You’re my good boy.”

favorite — gojo x f!reader

ᴀ/ɴ: I literally no idea where or how did this appear, anyways enjoy <3 NOT proofread but really when did I ever 😭✋

you drowsily open your eyes and feel a weight on your chest, so you look down and are met with the cutest sight you have ever laid your eyes on.

your child is dozing on your chest, albeit yes drooling and his cheeks are puffing out like he is a small fish in water, but very cute.

in fact, you’re sure that your husband would gasp dramatically about how you both betrayed him and are having some family time without him because of this.

you smile at the thought, closing your eyes in content as you gently start patting your baby’s back at a steady and slow rhythm. soft snores are what he lets out as he is sleeping soundly and comfortably on your chest.

“what is this atrocity?!” is what you hear coming from the door followed by a gasp, “you’re having family time without me?! talk about betrayal!”

called it.

“welcome home, satoru,” you greet and said man just pouts.

his footsteps are getting closer and soon the bed dips and you open your eyes to see him, your husband, who’s looking very salty and displeased.

“are you trying to distract me from the crime you’re committing?”

you smirk, “technically, your son is the one who committed the crime.”

he narrows his eyes, “what…do you mean?”

“exactly what I said.”

“there is no way my own son would betray me!” he exclaims dramatically yet it is still hushed as to not wake the child up, “you’re trying to ruin our strong bond!”

you hum, “well your very pretty wife did so your son following the lead wouldn’t be a surprise.”

“my very pretty wife is a menace—“ he quickly retracts his words at the knife you have directed at his throat with your cursed energy, “I MEAN a gorgeous and hot woman who deserves the world to be at her feet!”

you nod, satisfied before continuing to pat your son’s back who lets out tiny little burp despite being asleep. a grin adorns your face and you place a kiss on top of his head.

“HAHA I GOT IT ON CAMERA!”

your husband, who is now holding the camera victoriously, exclaimed and looking very ready to show you his new treasure that will be added to his collection.

the both of you freeze however when your son starts fidgeting and his face twists as a wail builds up and his cries fill the room.

“gimme gimme gimme,” satoru insists and you give in. the man taking his son gently before holding him to his chest, “hey now buddy, daddy’s here.”

the boy’s cries have significantly calmed down already at the comforting touch of his father and satoru continues, “mama must’ve been really mean, huh?”

but the thing is, your son is a carbon copy of your husband, personality wise and under that category falls his undying love for you. it seemed that your satoru forgot that your son always makes it clear that he has a favorite and it’s you.

so after hearing his dad say that you’re mean which is not true, he smacks him right in the face and starts fussing and throwing his arms around, demanding he be let down by the man who dares call you mean.

gojo quickly gives him back to you, sighing, “how are babies so strong?” he complains as he holds his poor nose that got hit by the baby.

“it’s probably your genes, ‘toru,” you chuckle as you see your son’s drastic change in mood. he is now babbling and has a big smile on his face as he holds your hand.

“my strong and handsome husband,” you sigh happily and gojo laughs lightly.

he tilts his head with a small smile before leaning close to you, “pretty girl,” he lifts your chin with his index finger, “you act like you aren’t crazy strong and attractive as well.”

however, he doesn’t get the chance to finally get his welcome back kiss. “oompfh!—“ he yelps suddenly before holding his crotch and falling to the ground in pain.

you blink as you are puzzled and surprised, whether to look at your dying husband who just took a hit to the crotch or your son who was angry that his dad was taking your attention away and decided that eliminating the possibility of another sibling is the right revenge.

you settle for the former, “‘toru honey, are you okay?”

“what do you think?” he barely groans as he looks up at his son who is now smirking at him, at least as much as a 1 year old can smirk. someone’s gonna be more than trouble when he grows up, gojo thinks.

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Dad!Bakugo is the king of emotional regulation and attentive parenting, literally from conception.

Mans has an entire shelf in his office dedicated to parenting books, in order of age and starting with pregnancy. Not too long after you give him a daughter with red eyes and dirty blonde hair, you pop into his office to see him leaned back in his recliner, holding her with one strong arm as she sleeps against his bare chest and reading a peaceful parenting book, barely shifting to flip the pages. He glances up at you, staring isn't very nice, mama, and you remark that you're just admiring the view. He sees you looking at the book and, unprompted, says I was a little terrorist growing up. There's a 50/50 chance that baby girl can end up with explosions, and I nearly leveled the house as a kid. If I can give her the head start I didn't have...

You do your best to teach her to communicate what she can using sign language and flash cards and teaching her everything you can so she can show you what hurts. When your daughter has her first tantrum, the both of you are ready.

Or at least…you think you are.

It happens in public when she's almost two, the three of you are at an event for heroes when she shows small signs of being frustrated. Katsuki kneels to try and see what she needs, and she pushes daddy's hands away, knocking herself onto her bottom as a result. Her lower lip quivers and the meltdown starts, crying and kicking her tiny feet and hands waving. Katsuki attempts to pick her up to soothe her, but it does nothing. She kicks and cries and yells and shoves, swats at you when you try to take her away, demands to be put down, stomps her feet until she falls again. People around the two of you begin to murmur about how she's just like her father, angry and explosive.

Katsuki, for the first time in his life, freezes in the face of a crisis. He looks near tears and defeated, as if he's failed your baby girl already, as if he's questioning his fitness to be a father because he doesn't know what she needs, and he feels like he should just know! He's her daddy! He's loved her from the minute he found out you were pregnant! He used to press his lips to your belly and sing in a soft baritone to her, he holds conversations with her while she babbles nonsense and he replies like the words were plain as day, surely he should know what she's communicating right now.

You turn to reprimand the onlookers behind you for judging a first time father and a toddler, when you suddenly recognize that she's not flailing. She's signing. You motion to Izuku to back the onlookers up, tell them to give your family room because they're witnessing a deeply personal moment.

You put a hand on your overwhelmed husband's chin, turn him to look at you, guide him through deep breaths while you gently stroke his cheek, subtly wiping frustrated tears of his own away before kissing the tip of his nose.

Look at your daughter, Katsuki. What do you see? Look at her hands. What is she telling us?

I don't...I can--

We're Bakugos. We can do anything. Just look at her. Take a deep breath and look at her.

Katsuki closes his eyes. Inhales. Exhales. Turns to his daughter and looks.

Her little feet are kicking and her little fists are rapidly tapping together, and he realizes it's a rhythm. tap tap. tap tap. tap tap. tap tap.

He looks at you in realization, turns to your child, is it your shoes? Do your shoes hurt? Do your feet hurt?

She continues to kickkickkick and Katsuki reaches forward to still one tiny foot, thumbs pressing at the toe. He turns to you, honey...her shoes. her shoes feel too tight. Her little toes have enough room, but what if her foot is too wide?

Katsuki pulls one Mary Jane shoe free, and the tantrum dwindles. Your daughter holds up the other foot with a soft whimper, teary eyes round as saucers as she looks at you. You pull the other shoe loose, and she stops kicking, still fussy. You sweep her up in your arms and sit on a nearby bench while Katsuki snatches her socks off too, looking at the sides of her feet to find them pinkish red and irritated.

How did we miss this? Katsuki whispers as he sets to rubbing your baby's feet, wiping them with aloe wipes, and kissing tiny toes until she giggles.

We didn't dress her this morning. You whisper back between singing to your daughter, Her grandparents did, and probably didn't notice. Accidents happen, baby. Nobody is perfect, but you handled this so perfectly.

He sits on the bench next to you, still gently rubbing your daughters feet. As her sobs stopped, she pulled at your shirt and Katsuki covered you with his jacket long enough for her latch to your breast before moving the jacket for her comfort.

As she nursed, she held his ring finger. The two of you softly sang to her, his gentle baritone matching your songbird soprano.

It's only love, they say,

Makes you feel this way.

She liked his eyes, she wanted more.

The baby's gonna have your smile for sure.

Heavy eyelids hid away ruby irises as you rocked her, ignoring flashing cameras in favor of looking up at your husband.

He saw a lovely girl, smelling sweet and soapy like fresh air.

She saw him looking, acting like she didn't care.

That's how we knew, and so love grew a flower.

The softest of snores fell from your daughter's lips, and you chose to carry her the three blocks to your house.

A flower that is you.

Every publication featured the two of you, especially Katsuki, singing to your daughter to soothe her. The headline? A photo of Katsuki kissing your forehead, hand on her head as she nursed herself to sleep, with the title

Your Daddy's Love Comes With A Lifetime Guarantee.

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A booming voice shouted from behind you, it made you jump a little and you turned to see Sanemi stomping back towards you. The permanent look of displeasure on his face was even stronger than usual and you wondered what the hell you could have done in the last 10 seconds after walking past him to piss him off.

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I Just Wanna Request Something! Take Your Time Tough! Drink water! And Eat healtyly

So Uh, How Will (Yandere Of Your Choice) Reacts To Sketches of their face with heart on Reader's Sketch Book That They Bought For Them?

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Contents: How would yandere!mha characters would react to finding sketches of their face with hearts on it.

Warnings: Yandere themes, really really long post!

Eraserhead

You were showing him some of your drawings, he wanted to see what occupied you for so long and what you did while he was sleeping or at work. You sat beside him, his arm around you and you passing pages when he finished looking at the art decorating them.

His eyes fixed on a specific page that had a couple of hearts in bright red. Cute. And then he saw... himself. A bunch of small drawings about him. One of him sleeping, another of him laughing and another with his cat. When had you done this? His face got a bright red and yours did as well.

“Kitty, when did you draw this?” he smiled at you, a lot of hearts around his face in your sketchbook.

“I don’t know, maybe a couple of months ago” you averted his gaze and attempted to hide your face when he inspected the drawings further. Was he really that handsome? He was happy you saw him that way.

“You are so cute, kitty-cat”

Mr. Compress

“Here” you said looking at the floor and your hand extended with a piece of paper. He took it gently, his brow arched wondering what could be inside the small piece of paper. He was cooking dinner for both of you. You were sitting on the kitchen counter doodling something.

He saw the content on the piece of paper, a couple of hearts decorating a pretty detailed drawing of his face. His profile while he was concentrated cooking a meal for you both. Precious, it looked so good, so perfect, like a work made by Da Vinci himself. 

“You did this, honey?” he asked surprised, not worrying about the boiling water in the stove, only focusing on you and your cute face

“Yes... I wanted to do something cute for you” you played with your fingers and smiled shyly “do you like it?”

He compressed the small drawing, so he could have it with him at all times without worrying about it getting lost or damaged.

“I love it!”

Dabi

“Watcha’ doing, doll?” he asked while leaning on top of you, he just wanted your attention after a hard day of working with the LoV, you were so immersed in your drawings that you didn’t notice him entering.

You jumped and yelped a little when you felt him so close.

“You scared me, dummy” you laughed a little, letting him press a kiss against your cheek, you answered his question “nothing, I was just sketching and drawing things”

“Can I see?”

“Yeah, sure thing!” you lended him the piece of paper that you were using, he looked at the traces and lines on the paper. Specifically at a part with a man, who looked strangely familiar... because it was him. And it had a heart around it.

When you saw his eyes fixed on the small portrait you had done about him you blushed and giggled nervously. He smiled, his usual cocky half smile and he kissed you.

“C’mon doll, I’m not that handsome”

Chronostasis

“Lovely” he whispered when he noticed you were so concentrated in your drawing, and when he noticed what you were drawing. Him.

He didn’t want to interrupt your concentration, but his faced covered in a prominent blush was something you could not ignore, after all you were using him as your model. Did he notice?

You were in his office, he was working on something you didn’t quite understand and he just looked so... model like. You got your hands to work as soon as you could. His profile being sharp and masculine, but also so incredibly cute!

You giggled nervously “Sorry, I just couldn’t help it” you said with a smile. He smiled back and got closer to you, kissing your lips as a form of telling you !It’s okay, it doesn’t bother me”

He broke the kiss a couple of seconds after, leaving you a blushing mess, he chuckled and cupped your cheeks.

“If you wanted me as your model you should have told me”

Hitoshi Shinsou

Shinsou knows he is quite handsome, he has been told. But he didn’t think he was this handsome. 

What do I mean by "this”? well, the fact that you drew him like he was Brad Pitt or something like that, he looked so fine in you drawing. Your work of art made him look like he was made from a piece of God’s clothing, maybe he was. After all you had drew him, created him in a new space with your bare hands.

He felt so flattered, so flustered, so everything. He immediately got his attention to the big red heart surrounding his face, he blushed even more. he left the notebook there. He wanted to kiss your adorable face and your talented hands.

He wanted to be your model for everything you drew now on, you can’t expect to draw anything but him. After all, he is your muse, right? You drew him so perfectly. He has to be your model from now on.

Even if he has to brainwash you until you grant him his wish.

Hanta Sero

“Baby, this is so beautiful!” he said when he looked at your awesome works of art. You blushed and smiled shyly at his constant praises.

“Can I get this one framed?” “This is worth of a museum!” “You are so talented, honey” praises, praises and more praises were directed at you.

And you directed one at him, in an indirect way. A drawing of his face, with his big dumb smile there, and a lot of hearts surrounding it. His face lit up and he smiled even more.

“You drew this for me?” he blushed and cupped your cheeks, making you blush as well. “Y-yeah!” you said while smiling “Do you like it?” you asked, awaiting his answer and praise.

“I love it sweetheart! I’m so flattered by this” he kissed the small drawing, and he then kissed you.

Maybe you should draw both of you, together

forever.

Present Mic

Hizashi loved your artworks almost as much as he loved you, he treasured them and kept them in a good state whenever you he could get his hands on one of them. He got his hands on the notebook he had gotten you, the cover decorated in cute stickers and tape “cute” he mumbled as he opened it.

The pages were filled with drawings of people, some more detailed than others, lots of scribbles and lots of small notes you put in there. He even spotted a recipe in one of the pages, followed by a small drawing of the dish that was being described.

And then he found that page. Filled to the brim with drawings of him. His face and smile, him with his hair down, him sleeping, him doing anything and lovey dovey cutesy hearts decorating the page. Just enough to leave him feeling like a schoolgirl receiving a love letter from his crush.

He smiled, you were still bathing while he examined his own features translated into an entire different language by your hands, made into a work of art by your talent.

You were just so perfect.

Deku

Izuku worshiped you in every possible way he could, only for the small price of your affection... and freedom. This small price also includes your privacy, not that you know about the cameras or the fact that he looks through your stuff.

Its only for your safety, he came across the small notebook you had requested a while ago. He gave it to you with a smile, and you smiled as well, which made him smile a lot more!.

He opened the book, looking through the pages filled with drawings and small notes for yourself. There were mostly portraits of people, some less detailed and some being extremely detailed. He didn’t know these people, so he assumed you just came up with their faces on the spot or that they were from your vague distant memories of people you used to know.

And then his faced popped up, filled with freckles and his dumb flustered smile. He blushed instantly, a heart was surrounding his face. And a small note that you had written

 “my hero” it’s what could be read from the sentence, he smiled like a high schooler in love. 

You were just so adorable

Bakugou Katsuki

He was still processing the fact that you had drew him, him and his face, him and part of his torso and then him and his naked body.

You were a really talented artist and he knew, maybe he was a little rude and insulting towards you but never in his life towards your art. He understood the importance it had for you, he knew it was like his hero career for him. He would never even make a sassy comment about it.

He was just staring at the piece of paper, so easily flammable and destroyable in his hands. Your signature and a small heart around his face in one of the drawings. He blushed, he wanted to cry. God, he is so pathetic.

But mostly he was flattered, not only flattered but proud. Proud you weren’t afraid anymore, proud you were finally giving in to express your love towards him.

Proud that you were finally all his.

Overhaul

“Kai?” you said shyly, you were on his office, accompanying him through a rough day of work. You just didn’t want to be alone.

“Yes, y/n?” he said, interrupting his work for a moment “are you busy?” 

“No, dear. What do you need?” he said gently, you got closer to him, holding a small piece of paper “I- I noticed you’ve been a little bit down and stressed... and I wanted to do something nice for you” he arched a brow “Here, I know its not much but I made it with love” you smiled and lended him the sketch you made.

A small drawing of him, he had his mask on and a relaxed expression on his face, contrary to his usual cold and bothered look. His eyes widened and his mouth opened a little. You made this for him? This was unbelievable. You made a work of art based on him. Made him your muse.

You were just so pure

Denki Kaminari

Heartwarming, that’s what the scene was like when he found out about your drawings of him. Constant doodles and sketches of his face all over your sketchbook.

He blushed, cried a little and short-circuited himself a couple of times just so he could know it was real. It looked so delicate, this work of art looked so perfect. Just like everything you did. It was amazing, astounding, incredible and every compliment he could think about.

“Hey, babe!” he called you, you were cooking dinner for both of you. You had learned to not let Denki near the kitchen. You walked into the living room and saw him holding the small book in his hands with a big smile. You blushed. It didn’t bother you that he took it, after all he had bought it for you and you had nothing to hide. Well, except the constant drawings of him.

He smiled at you and left the book on the couch with caution and delicateness, and then ran towards you and hugged you. Then kissed you.

“I love you!”

Kirishima Eijiro

“What are you drawing, baby?” he said while nuzzling you, you were sitting on his lap drawing while he answered some e-mails he had. Being a hero was really stressful. Still, you made it worth it. He met you thanks to his work! 

“Just... nothing, whatever comes to my mind” he smiled and gently pulled you into a kiss.

“Can I check ‘em out?” he asked, referring to your drawings. You immediately blushed, he would realize you were drawing him all along! Well, he would notice either way. So you just slided the sketchbook to his hand. Slowly, cautiously.

He took it gently, not wanting to damage the pages that you had just gave him. And he immediately noticed his face there. Drawings of him in his hero costume, with his hair down, sleeping. Everything. There was one more detailed than the others of him saving a civilian. Oh, the civilian was you.

A small creeped onto his face, he just had a great idea. He needed new merch after all.

Why aren’t you his designer? You would make it better than anyone else.

Gang Orca

He entered your shared room. You weren’t here, instead taking a shower since it was almost time for you to sleep. Kugo entered there with a small cup of tea, just for you. 

He sat on the bed and noticed something underneath your pillow. A book, not just any book. Your sketchbook! He grabbed it, examining the cover, a little bit worn out since you used it a lot.

When he opened it he found another cover inside, this time an illustration made by you. It was of both of you, snuggling, a bit simple and not overly detailed but just cute enough to make him want to kiss your face. 

He noticed the hearts surrounding his face and the small “I love you” that was there. He smiled and hugged the small book.

You were definitely his soulmate

Hawks

He put you to bed, he was gonna stay up a little more. He had something he wanted to check out. 

“I’ll be right back, feather. Just got to check that there are no baddies around here” that was a lie, he just wanted to check the notebook you always carried around, he was curious about what could be in there. He had bought it for you a couple of months ago. 

What did you hide in there? Were you keeping count of the days since he took you away, a secret diary. No, not at all.

He was surprised, he knew you enjoyed drawing but not this much, I mean, you had almost filled a hundred pages with drawings. He passed the pages with delicateness, not wanting to damage them.

And he found some familiar faces. Including a self portrait and a drawing of him. He looked like an angel, his wings spreaded and his face with a serious yet relaxed expression. “Wow” he murmured to himself, caressing the small drawing.

You were so talented.

Mina Ashido

Mina wanted to know more about your hobbies, after all, you were so attentive whenever she tried to teach you how to dance. 

“Hey, babe! I wanted to ask you something!”

“Oh, tell me, what is it?” you smiled, leaving the mechanical pencil in the table next to you.

“Well, I know you love to draw and I just wanted to know what you draw you know? Just look at you amazing works of art!” she said smiling, you blushed a little and thought about it. It wouldn’t harm you, right? After all she had brought your sketchbook to your hands and is always spoiling you with artsy materials.

“Okay” you whispered and heard her squeal. 

Now you were sitting on the couch while you explained to her your drawings, avoiding talking about your family or friends since your past life was a... sensitive topic for both of you.

“Oh, and here’s you” you pointed at a small drawing of her with lots of hearts around it. You swore her squeal was so high it could break a window.

“You are so adorable!”

Miruko

“Stop moving!” you whispered, you were clearly annoyed by something. Rumi was doing some paperwork at your home. You were next to her doodling on your sketchbook. She is really energetic and constantly moves around just so she doesn’t fucking explode from how bored it is to do paperwork.

“You okay bunny?” she turned around to look at you, causing you to blush instantly. 

“No! I mean- Yes!” you chuckled nervously and she moved closer to you.

“Watcha’ doing, baby bunny? Is you drawing not turning out like you want it t-” she said before stopping when she noticed what you were drawing. It was her! Her doing a lot of things! She smiled and kissed your cheek, trapping you in her arms for a second.

“You should’ve told me, bunny! I can be your model as much as you want”

Shigaraki Tomura

He noticed at you staring at him like he had a giant spider on his forehead. He backed away a little. You were sharing the desk, him playing and you drawing.

“A-are you okay?” he asked getting closer to you.

“Yes! But please don’t move” you requested, going back to your piece of paper, biting your lip a little from the concentration. He just stood still waiting for you to tell him he could move again “There we go! Thank you, Shiggy!” you smiled and lended him the small piece of paper.

It was a drawing of him, so beautifully done by your skilled hands. He loved it. He took it carefully, he didn’t want to dust it. Even if he had his quirk cancelling gloves he just wanted to treasure it.

He has to treasure every little thing you do for him.

Setsuno Toya

Setsuno used his quirk to get the notebook out of your hands, careful to not interrupt anything and careless enough to tease you a little.

“What? Can’t I look at the art my angel does?” he smiled at you, his voice cooing you like you were a child, you pouted and blushed “F-fine! But be careful please”. He nodded, he knew your art was important to you and wouldn’t want to ruin it. 

He ran his hands trough he pages, staring at the faces you drew with your very talented body and mind. He smiled when he found a heart on one of the pages, so adorable.

And he smiled even more when he noticed his face on the paper. Oh my! You drew him! Oh my oh my! An angel drew him! This must be a sign from god.

A sign you belong with him for the rest of eternity.

Tamaki Amajiki

He knew it was wrong to go through your stuff, its just that he was a little curious and you were a little shy. He got his hands on the small notebook he had got you, decorated by your small hands and your incredible talent.

He looked trough all of the pages, drawings of everything you could imagine were there. something told him to stop at a certain page, he didn’t knew why he stopped there. Maybe it was the red hearts and your hand writing that said something corny and sweet.

And a familiar face... his face. You drew him?

A blush covered his entire face and he felt like he was about to faint. You drew him! So handsome and so cute, he was so flattered, and so flustered at the same time. He smiled to himself, you drew him, you loved him.

You were his.

Endeavor

He had a habit, wanting to know everything about you and your hobbies. At your request he got you the notebook you kept so perfectly. It was lined in leather and had your initials in the cover, just a small detail he wanted to include for his baby.

He had noticed how you left it on his desk. Was it on purpose? Or did you just leave it there by accident? Either ways, the curiosity killed the cat and he started looking at the pages. Amazed by the talent you had in your hands, you works more beautiful than anything he had ever seen. Fitting for his true and only love, you were so amazing.

His ice cold eyes fixed on a man’s face, it was his! So detailed and so perfectly handsome, did you really see him that way? He was surprised, normally everyone thought of him as menacing and intimidating. But you

You thought of him as the love of your life, the heart and handwritten “giant teddy-bear” confirmed it.

Mirio Togata

Mirio liked watching you draw, it relaxes him seeing you so relaxed and concentrated. Sometimes humming a tune or hearing him talk to you. Its a nice way of bonding and spending time together.

He also likes looking at your drawings after you’ve finished them. Another way of bonding, another way of bonding. He looks at the sketches and the complete illustrations you’ve done about life and yourself. Even part of your past life and other things, nature, animals and everything else.

He was now looking at your drawings while you were in the bathroom, he smiled at your talent. And then he stumbled across his own face. And he blushed, a lot. You came in the room again, and blushed when you noticed why he was blushing. A thought stroke Mirio’s brain

You were made for him and only him, every single part of you.

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto was quiet and calming, much like you. Enjoying the shared silence you both created. He was reading a book while you were sketching ideas for an illustration. Together, alone in your own little world.

“Can you give me your opinion on this? I just want to know how to improve it” you said fixing your eyes on his face.

“Sure” he hummed and got closer to you, looking at your small sketches. Something felt familiar about the man you were drawing, specially the oddly similar scar in his eye. 

Oh my god it was him.

He was dressed like royalty, the sketch having a medieval vibe. And, was that a heart on one of the faces?

“Were you drawing me?”

“maybe... You’re really handsome, you can’t expect me not to use you as a model!” you said in defense, he chuckled a little. Ready to give you the feedback you needed.

“Maybe if I was kissing you, your drawing would be complete”

I just used my entire brainpower into this oh god why am I so ambitious at times.

Still I really enjoyed writing this!

If you have any other requests you want me to do so I can milk my brain onto the last ounce of creativity I have please tell me!

Have a great day/night!