Something Izuku didn’t know—and honestly, it was better for the planet this way—was that somewhere out there, hidden in forums, fan blogs, and questionable corners of the net, thousands of stories had been written about The Hoodie Hero. Girls, women… and, bafflingly, more than a few men.
The stories ranged from sweet, tooth-rotting wholesome fics where he saved kittens and gave w...
Izuku got dressed and flew toward Mt. Lady's apartment. The cold morning air rushed past him, but the flight was short, and soon enough, he was touching down in front of her building.
The elevator ride was quiet except for the faint hum of machinery. When he reached her floor, he could already hear noise bleeding through the walls—a TV blaring, followed by a deep, unsteady snore.
Jenny quietly opened her drawer and pulled out her trusty earphones, carefully plugging them in and cranking the volume just enough so the sounds stayed locked inside her ears.
Thin walls and nosy family members meant discretion was the name of the game.
She slid onto her bed, the cool sheets brushing against the smooth skin of her thighs as she laid back. Slowly, deliberately, sh...
They began with the laundry, working in quiet rhythm. Travis handed her damp clothes one by one, and Debbie shook them out before draping them neatly over the washing line. The sun was climbing higher, and a gentle breeze carried the clean scent of soap through the backyard.
"Firstly," Debbie began with a suspicious smile, breaking the silence, "what happened to you, Travis? I feel like ...
He put his notebook to the side and got off the couch, stretching his arms until he heard a faint pop from his shoulder. His eyes landed on a half-eaten cookie box sitting on the desk. Travis grabbed one, took a bite, and let the sugar melt on his tongue before dropping down into a plank position on the floor.
He’d searched online earlier—push-ups and daily runs were the quickest way...
Travis left the kitchen and stepped into the dining room. Jenny was seated casually on a chair, her phone in hand, idly scrolling as she ate from a bowl of cereal. Her legs were spread just enough to reveal the smooth line of her thighs and the faint, tempting outline of her pussy beneath the thin fabric of her shorts.
‘She will be a very tough cookie to crack. No pun intended. By the ...
In the town of Summerville, the sun was rising, casting a golden glow over the streets and rooftops. The air was warm and crisp, carrying the faint scent of freshly cut grass and coffee from the diner down the block. Here, people lived in harmony, facing problems they could handle… except for one young man named Travis.
He lay sprawled across his bed, wrapped in the comfort of his shee...
She sat quietly on the edge of his bed, her posture composed but her eyes carrying a weight she clearly didn’t know how to put into words. With a small pat of her hand, she tapped the space beside her.
“Come here.”
Izuku hesitated for only a moment before walking over and sinking onto the mattress. The faint dip of the bed brought them a few inches closer, close enough for h...
The UA gym’s walls split open with a heavy clank, the hydraulic hiss echoing like a stage curtain rising for a dangerous play. Behind them, the multi-story training building loomed—a convincing replica of an urban crisis zone.
Shards of fake glass glittered on the floor, broken windows gaped like open wounds, and flickering fluorescent lights painted the walls in sickly yellow flashe...
Her hand trailed over and slowly her fingers grasped his head, feeling the warmth radiating from him. She quickly pulled herself back, eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and conflict.
“No, this isn’t right, I’m sorry. I should leave,” she said hurriedly, her voice trembling slightly as she turned on her heel and left the room.
Izuku remained standing there for a moment, ...
They arrived at Mt. Lady’s apartment—a modern high-rise with clean glass hallways and minimalist décor. Izuku had expected something more glamorous, maybe marble floors or golden doorknobs, but it was surprisingly normal. Cozy, even.
The elevator ride was quiet except for the faint hum of machinery. They stepped out onto her floor, the hallway dimly lit with warm wall sconces. She u...
The following day, Ichigo showed up to work early like always. The street was still quiet, the air cool enough to make him shove his hands deeper into his pockets. He leaned against the wall outside Ikumi’s office, watching a couple of pigeons fight over crumbs on the sidewalk.
After a few minutes, he heard the click of the lock from inside. The door creaked open just enough for her to...
Izuku arrived at the rooftop, spotting her seated on the edge, legs swinging lazily over the ledge like she always did. The city lights below gave her a soft glow, like something out of a dream.
“Hey,” he said as he approached, settling beside her.
She turned to him with a smirk, eyes trailing over his outfit. “Hey. I like the new fit—makes you look like one of those basic...
[a/n: so I've decided to just time skip and write the sex scenses if you get me. I'll start with Ikumi, Nel , Rangiku, Unohana and then Soi Fon and Yoruichi 😉. Let's begin]
A few weeks later, Ikumi’s lust had grown to unbearable levels. Every casual brush of Ichigo’s hand when passing tools, every moment he’d flex his muscles lifting heavy boxes, every teasing smirk he’d thr...
Yoruichi was still catching her breath, her body loose and trembling, when Ichigo suddenly pulled out. She gave a small gasp at the sudden emptiness — but before she could even think to speak, his hands were already on her hips.
In one swift motion, he flipped her onto her stomach.
“Up,” he ordered.
She shot him a quick glance over her shoulder, that familiar smirk re...
“I better get going,” Izuku said, standing up and slinging his bag over one shoulder. His voice was calm, but the faint glint in his eyes told her he was more than satisfied with himself.
Mitsuki watched him move toward the door, her body still faintly trembling from earlier. Her pride bristled, heat rising in her chest.
“So you’re just gonna leave?” she snapped. “I’...
[A/N: I'm really dragging this scene aren't I?]
The sound of Katsuki’s footsteps faded upstairs, his door shutting with a muffled thunk.
Izuku didn’t waste a heartbeat. His hand shot back between her legs, this time with zero restraint. Three fingers plunged deep, his palm grinding against her clit with brutal precision.
The wet schlk, schlk, schlk was louder now, obsce...
He didn’t even reply — just walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed, his cock still slick from her mouth and already hardening again.
“I want a good view of that ass while you do your thing,” he said, his tone leaving no room for debate.
Yoruichi’s lips curled into that dangerous smirk.
“Alright "
She slowly lifted her short skirt as she approach...
Ichigo climbed back through his bedroom window, landing lightly on the wooden floor. The quiet hum of the night outside followed him in.
He spotted Nel immediately — curled up in bed, breathing slow, looking completely at peace. He let out a small sigh of relief.
‘Good… she’s asleep. I’m in the clear.’
He had barely taken two steps before the click of the light ...
Her nails dug in deeper as his fingers worked her, each thrust drawing louder and less controlled sounds from her throat. She tried to hide it, biting her lip, but every movement of his hand dragged her closer to the edge.
“I—” she started, only to be cut off by a sharp curl of his fingers against that exact spot inside her. Her voice broke, a strangled moan escaping before she cou...
Inside Ikumi’s car, Ichigo sat back in the passenger seat, one arm resting lazily against the door as he gazed out the window. The city blurred past in streaks of muted color, the low hum of the engine and the faint rattle of loose change in the cup holder filling the comfortable silence.
These moments were rare — no hollows to fight, no chaos to deal with. Just quiet.
‘God,...
Time passed, and the final bell rang. The halls emptied quickly, voices and footsteps echoing off the walls. Izuku had already decided—no study session today. He had something else in mind.
Katsuki was waiting at the gate, hands shoved into his pockets. “Tch. You’re late.”
“Had to grab my stuff,” Izuku said simply.
They walked together, neither in the mood for c...
When class began, Izuku leaned back in his seat, letting Aizawa’s monotone voice fade into background noise. His mind was already elsewhere, quietly turning over an idea.
He needed to help Uraraka—but in a way that didn’t scream “I’m your savior.” He didn’t want her gratitude to turn into some awkward sense of obligation. No knight-in-shining-armor routine.
'I mean, ...
The next day.
Izuku stirred awake, slipping off his sleep headphones and tossing them into the drawer of his nightstand. The faint morning light spilled in through the curtains, painting the walls in warm gold.
Without even touching the floor, he began to hover lazily toward the bathroom. Steam filled the space within seconds as he turned on the shower, the sound of rushing water ...
The next morning, Ichigo’s eyes cracked open slowly, adjusting to the dim light filtering in from the curtains. His head still felt heavy with sleep — until he noticed a faint warmth pressed against his chest.
Frowning slightly, he shifted under the blanket and lifted it just enough to look.
Nel was sprawled across him, bare from the waist up, her soft breasts pressed firmly a...
Izuku raised his hands slightly in mock surrender… then blurred. In the space of a heartbeat, he was behind her, one hand twisting her arms behind her back with a grip that was firm but not cruel.
“You almost got away with it,” he murmured near her ear, his voice low and edged with steel. “But lucky for me… I have great hearing. Unlucky for you… I don’t miss things like thi...
They arrived at the bar just before midnight, the neon sign above the door buzzing faintly in the damp night air. The streets around it were quiet, but the low murmur of voices seeped through the walls.
Izuku stood still for a moment, tilting his head slightly. His hearing sharpened, filtering through the background chatter. Most of it was mundane — poker bets, dirty jokes, someone com...
When Travis possessed Izuku eleven years ago, Inko was the first to notice the change.
Like any other mother, she worried. At first, she thought he was being bullied — but after talking to his teachers, she learned it wasn’t the case at all. They told her he simply chose to sit alone during breaks and recess, keeping to himself.
That didn’t make sense. Izuku had always been ...
By the time they got back to the Unagiya Shop, the afternoon sun was casting long shadows across the street. Ikumi parked the car out front and hopped out, swinging her keys around her finger as she led the way inside.
The office felt cooler than before, the faint hum of a desk fan filling the silence. She set her bag on the desk and leaned back against it, arms crossed.
“Well,...
A few days later, Ichigo decided to finally check out the infamous Unagiya Shop, the place people in Karakura whispered about when they needed “odd jobs” done. The kind of place where you could hire someone to fix a leaky pipe… or track down your cheating boyfriend… depending on who answered the phone.
He dressed casually — plain black T-shirt, faded jeans, sneakers — hands i...