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burnedbyshoto · 2 years

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you disappeared on a thursday morning.

aizawa remembers sitting at the table, drinking coffee as he looks at the progression of his students. there’s nothing new to this routine, nothing out of the ordinary.

even when you come out to the kitchen, kissing him goodbye sweetly, some terrible pun about his missing leg going horribly executed as you shuffle out the door for your day. there’s nothing remotely different.

aizawa goes to his job, sleeps most of his extra time away, his actual motivation to effectly scold the often rambunctious class is well used. the kids complain, his colleagues are jovial, and the tender, raw peace of a healing world feels nice.

he prays for peace for his students, for their future.

so when the end of the day comes uneventfully, aizawa considers it a rationally good day.

he goes home, pets sushi head when she chirps hello, and begins dinner. you worked a near twelve hour patrol today so he figured it was fair he cooked. plus the appreciation you have to his cooking is something he couldn’t pass up.

spices fill the air as he cooks, the only sound going is the soft sizzling of the meat, and the clicks of feline nails on the floor. soon enough dinner is ready.

the table is set for two, and the plates are full with warm food.

his lone eye looks at the front door. your slippers still sit there.

where are you?

an hour passes and so, exasperated and already coming up with a rational theory that you simply decided to get lost in boring paperwork, aizawa calls your agency.

“hello,” he greets the lady at the front desk who responds with her own greeting. “this is eraserhead, do you happen to know if y/h/n left already?”

“y/h/n?” she questions and the confused tone immediately knots his stomach. “i’m sorry, eraserhead-san, y/h/n didn’t show up to work today. we assumed that they were sick or forgot to call out.”

aizawas heart stops.

“oh. okay.” he hears himself speak, but feels no muscle moving to make him talk. “thank you for letting me know.”

“of cour—“

aizawa for the first time feels a cold ache in his phantom limb and shudders. this was not good.

aizawa begins his search for you at that very moment. he looks at street camera after street camera. his single eye completely dried out, but no one is sure if the redness is from irritation or stress. no day is at peace especially after he finds the clip of you simply vanishing on your route to the agency. a simple touch by a stranger in black and poof gone.

no one knows the quick the stranger used. if you lived, if you died, or maybe were transported to somewhere god knows where.

but a day of you missing becomes two, fading into a week, folding over a month.

time has no structure and definitely no reason. and the time home aizawa finds himself stuck in lasts over two years as he obsesses over the fact that the love of his life simply disappeared. gone seemingly forever. and so, he becomes a mess.

still an excellent teacher, but his personal life is held together by the lone fact he has a cat.

he thinks of you every night, and therapy does little to help the ache of having to say goodbye without getting the chance to say bye to one of the last persons he’ll ever love. healing and recovering from this is slow, painful, and seemingly impossible.

but as aizawa returns home, sad and just a bit more hollow from the third year of you being gone, a voice calls out from behind you that doesn’t explain any rationality or reason.

“wow, look at that! we came home at the same time! how romantic!”

and he turns, chest pounding, ears rushing with blood and he sees you approaching him. waving and smiling, looking the exact same as you did when you disappeared. aizawa’s not sure if he faints, but for a moment, all he can see is black.

#aizawa x reader #requested by anon #lyssa doesnt shut up

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burnedbyshoto · 2 years

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so i’ve been in the mood to write but have no ideas so… if you have an idea that you want written, feel free to send my way :)

#weird way to say requests are open I guess #lyssa doesnt shut up

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burnedbyshoto · 2 years

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i love hickies. I love leaving bites and marks and bruises.

call it high school shit or whatever, but the primal possession does things to me. it doesn’t even have to be horny related, I just like nibbling and biting or whatever.

so I raise you this:

sitting on bakugous lap one night, his arms around you as he scrolls through his phone, ignoring your ever present nibbles on his neck.

bakugous used to it.

used to the mindless, akin to stroking, nibbles and soft sucking of your lips to his skin. he’s distracted, reading todays news as you think of something thrilling and also something that certifies death.

he feels the still excitement in you but chooses to ignore it because of the quick return to your nibbles.

“finally done, shitty vampire?” he’ll ask later that night, having already been fully ready for bed before you had even begun marking him up.

“mmm, yes,” you agree, sliding up next to him and pressing a soft kiss against his tender skin.

bakugou hums and eventually sleep takes off.

the sun eventually rises and it’s time to be functional. bakugou makes it to work, uniform on but parted at the front, exposing pale and soft skin.

“w-what the hell is thaT?!” kaminari screeches, absolutely cracking with glee. “y/l/n is a GOD!”

bakugou wastes absolutely no time at the sound of his supposed friends hyena like laughter and slams in front of the mirror to examine his neck. his neck flushes, making the deep purple bruises even darker.

perfectly drawn out on his neck is a penis and bakugous blood pressure immediately sky rockets.

“Y/L/N!!!!!!!!”

#lyssa doesnt shut up

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burnedbyshoto · 2 years

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part two to fwb bakugou short story, but it’ll probably not make you feel anymore happier:

bakugou katsuki never though he was actually attractive until he found out he had a fan club.

call him a naive, but truly, he had no idea. he was always focused on things that mattered — intelligence, ability, skill — that being attractive felt more like a stupid parlor trick. he was thriving one night, having just turned 20 and even though his friends couldn’t drink, that sure didn’t stop them from buying him way too many drinks.

at first, he had been able to yell at them for buying drinks, but kaminari had slung an arm around his shoulder, a conniving smirk on his face as he looked more at kirishima then him.

“well, i’m sure that midoriya would be able to handle all these drinks~”

katsukis hubris would always be his downfall.

he doesn’t remember most of the night, can barely remember the bitter taste of alcohol, but could remember the scalding embrace of the person who warmed his bed. the way their backs arched from the bed, their sweet beautiful praising ringing in his ears as his cock entered their squeezing hole over and over again.

there were a few things he realized that night.

1. sex was good. like really good…. and-

2. being attractive meant more possibilities to have sex.

and finally, the stupid parlor trick had a true value.

sex was a great relief for katsuki. it was mindless, rhythmic, and a new territory for him to become the best in. he realized quickly that he wasn’t exactly looking for anything more than a bed partner, he didn’t really want anything romantic because that meant that this relief would become a job.

not that romance was bad or anything, but with his partnership with work-till-he-drops deku of all people in the hero world, he didn’t have any time to provide anything but sex. but he knew entirely well that working with deku showed the pros and cons of having a partner, and well, there wasn’t a lot of cons. so sue him, sometimes there were a few people that stayed longer then a night.

by the time he’s 26, he’s thriving off the system he’s made, work eat sex sleep, even if sometimes the sex part had angry rioters after him, they were the only things that mattered.

nothing seemed to be going wrong, well until it did.

he had met some girl at a conference. she had said she wasn’t a hero, nor a support hero, so bakugou assumed she was nothing more than some overcommitted fangirl who managed to get in to the conference.

she had a nice smile, pretty eyes, and seemed to put up with his sometimes brute personality, so he invited her over after the many blunt displays of flirting.

now that was mistake number one.

so after a week of sleeping together, he called it off, but of course of all people she could have been, she was the daughter of the most influential man in japan.

blacklisted.

that’s what he was.

no one wanted him, despite his attractiveness. no one wanted a man who broke hearts after fucking “virgins.” his ability as a pro was being questioned because of his sex life, and not even savior of the fucking world deku could stop the slandering.

before katsuki could decide whether or not he should figure out a way to prove that he had told every past partner that he was simply here for sex, you approached him.

katsuki remembers being a bit confused, a bit put off by your quiet confident approach. you guys weren’t exactly friends in high school, but you had been tight with deku. deku was the reason you had been recruited to work in their agency anyways. as if the world wasn’t already falling apart, your proposition definitely made his unstable world even more stable.

maybe that’s why he laughed bitterly at your request, why he even wanted to agree with it, why he even looked at your plainish features and thought to himself that he’s done so much better that he says, “I can’t promise that I won’t break your heart.”

and you, truly adding the most chaos into his life, simply shrugged.

“…that’s okay, as long as it’s my heart and not yours.”

to say the least, katsuki was taken aback by you. your stamina was par to his own, the keening and crying praises spilling from your lips into his ears sent fire down his spine. finger raked down his back, and the way you submitted to his every whim, desire, and sadistic demand. eyes that were soaked with tears looking at him with blown pupils while swollen blubbering lips begged for more.

it was perfect.

too perfect.

so perfect that when kaminari comments on it one day, something snags on bakugous throat.

“seems like our explodey boy is finally whipped and settling down with y/l/n!” he whistles, low and impressed. “good for the two of ya!”

everyone cheers in agreement.

maybe it was the sake in his system, the cheap beer sitting flush on his cheeks, and the intoxicated energy of high school friends sitting at a bar together, but bakugou opens his mouth and does the one thing he’s undeniably good at: destroying things.

“it isn’t anything serious,” he snaps. “it’s just sex. y/l/n knows it and it hasn’t stopped me from sleeping with anyone else!”

no one dares to call him out on it, but the array of wide eyes and parted lips pisses bakugou off more than them rebutting them could ever do.

“i’ll prove it to you fuckers then!” he hisses, anger wasted on nothing.

so he stands up, upper body flexed and on display and has no issue finding someone immediately interested in fucking a top ranked hero who hasn’t been around in more than a year.

bakugou takes them home, lips and fingers working magic, but his ears don’t hear the buzz of his phone. his angry and slightly drunken brain forget that you’re meant to come over tonight. it was tradition after all.

the moment bakugou finally gets the courage to rip the shirt off the stranger, mind aching because this doesn’t feel right, his front door opens.

as a pro hero, there are many times the world has slowed to a complete stop for him. when he watched buildings fall on friends, when it was one last punch or die, when he needed to save someone. he was used to this uniqueness of time perception and how things slow down. but he never imagined seeing it happen as his eyes open as see you at the entrance of his apartment. files and dinner in your hand, and the millions of emotions that flew through your eyes.

bakugou doesnt even hear the exchange, his heart too loud in his ears, but when he tries to call out… you leave.

the mood is killed, and there’s no more point in lying to himself… bakugou wants you. irrevocably and desperately wants you. with everything he can muster, he runs to your apartment after rushing out the nameless stranger through the front door.

he needs to explain.

he needs to tell you the truth.

he likes you! just you!

it was a mistake.

a hubris, fat headed mistake!

“I told you already, katsuki,” you say softly, the smile on your face small, knowing, yet somehow still so fucking kind. “I told you that it was okay. as long as it was my heart that broke, and not yours.”

the words scream in his ears, and it’s almost tragic that he doesn’t remember that until right now because his heart is frantically beating.

but bakugou musters up a sound again, mind spinning, heart aching. he needs to tell you his thoughts! you need to understand!

but the click of the door in front of his face is louder than any explosion he could ever make.

the sad, distant look on your face remains burned in his mind as he sinks to the floor. back pressed against the wall.

fuck.

fuck!

“it’s not okay though,” he whispers to no one. “my heart is breaking too.”

#mmm mm mmm the flavors are melting on my tongue #bakugo x reader #lyssa doesnt shut up

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burnedbyshoto · 2 years

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part 2 coming soon:)

there’s this line I read awhile ago, it was part of some comic I can’t remember from who, but the flavor????????

“I can’t promise I won’t break your heart.”

“…that’s okay, as long as it’s mine, and not yours.”

like imagine this:

being 26 years old, 8 years into a friendship with bakugou katsuki. as far as you know, he’s never really had a stable relationship.

sure bakugou katsuki is a very upfront person, what you see is basically what you get. the loud angry screams, the cursing, the sometimes demeaning nicknames, the molten hot glare. he’s that with no problem, but he’s also a lot more quieter than strangers would expect, quiet, calculating, a perfectionist in everything that losing cannot be an option.

maybe that’s why when people slip into his bed for the night, a quick and easy way for him to release stress, and they think just for a moment: “I’ll be different, I’m not like the others” because he prefers them for more than one night, they fall apart when one day he drops them.

screaming, crying, and shrieking follows him as they all blame him for their broken heart. even though the very first night when his fingers hooked under their shirt, he warned them: this is just sex.

it’s just sex for him, never for them.

but a scandal breaks loose one day, because even if he was a top three pro hero, not even his title could save him from the wrath of the daughter of a multibillion dollar investor. his sex life is outed, and when old partners come forward to say that yes, he lead them on and dropped them at the first convenience!!!! his ability to pick up on partners tanks.

but you’ve been in love with bakugou for the past two years, quietly waiting for him to get to the stage of being ready to manage a romantic relationship on top of his career. and you notice his tense shoulders and quicker temper. your friends he used to sleep with have partnered off already, happily in committed relationships with no room for bakugou.

it’s after the third wailing intern that you finally approach and give him your offer.

“i can’t promise I won’t break your heart,” he huffs, half joking, half bitter from the avalanche of bad pr he’s been through.

you stare at him, knowing it’s stupid to even try, but you shrug slowly, “that’s okay…” his eyes meet yours. “as long as it’s mine and not yours.”

so a relationship begins. the two of you begin having sex that sends your head into the sky, and your heart further into your throat. everyone, your friends especially, tell you it’s a bad idea.

don’t casually sleep with someone you love.

it never ends well.

but you don’t listen.

bakugou comes over for sex once a week, which slowly evolves into two to four times. sleeping over slowly happens, and breakfast and lunch is sometimes even shared. he swipes food from your plate, and you rant about your terrible day. he walks you home after drunken nights out with friends, and clothes slowly bleed into each other’s closets. his nickname for you is dropped soon enough, and it’s just your first name that rolls off his tongue that makes you want to shiver.

some nights you don’t even have sex at all. just bodies pressed against each other with heavy eyes and tracing fingers.

but you show up unannounced one day, nothing out of the blue because you both do it practically every day. both your orders from a take out restaurant in your hand, and case files in another. you just wanted to have dinner with him and go over work.

words ring through your memories as you watch bakugou stand straight up off the couch, a person with blue hair tumbling off his lap immediately.

you’re not naive, not a fool. you see ruffled hair, a shirt that’s halfway off, and red eyes that scream: fuck.

but you remember his warning, his heed, and even if it’s been a year and a half of whatever this was — friends with benefits, you remind yourself coldly — you don’t react.

“sorry!” you apologize, hands slamming back to the doorknob, trying to give them space. “I didn’t realize you were having someone over tonight! please continue!! ignore me!!”

“the least you can do is leave the food behind,” the stranger huffs on the floor, once flushed cheeks pale. excited eyes now fed up.

you freeze, but nod in agreement, you didn’t need to eat this food anymore. plus bakugous order was in it.

“y/n—“

“consider this my apology!” you laugh, the sound much more natural then you ever thought possible. “have fun, you two!”

you’re home faster then you can blink, and your couch with his burnt orange blanket on it seems like a joke.

still, the tears don’t fall.

you expected this.

you knew.

a thunderous knock echoes through your apartment, and your chest feels sourly numb as you open it.

there bakugou stands, face contorted with emotions you couldn’t read, sweatshirt wrinkly and backward.

“y/n—” he tries again but you don’t want to hear what he needs to say.

“I told you already, katsuki,” you say softly, the smile on your face small, knowing, yet somehow still kind. “I told you that it was okay. as long as it was my heart that broke, and not yours.”

you shrug again, watching his jaw drop but no words passed.

you inhale slowly, and smile wider at him.

“thank you for everything though, I really enjoyed myself.”

and before bakugou can even let out a whisper, the door clicks in his face.

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burnedbyshoto · 2 years

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writing smut for bakugou is always a struggle because on one hand it would definitely be hot and heavy & just anyones wet dream when we take it at face value. but i’m also 100% certain that he’s a huge virgin nerd who doesn’t fuck or get bitches (canon) so everything he does in bed screams huge virgin nerd & honestly I think that it’s so much more funnier that it has to be canon.

the boy great at most things except fucking. cuz let’s be real. he’s not fucking, even if he does eventually get bitches.

“i’m a virgin because I don’t lose anything!” bakugou katsuki to kaminari denki (probably) at a bar 10 drinks further than any of his friends (minus deku because they’re competitive idiot rivals) because, once again, he doesn’t (like to) lose anything.

#lyssa doesnt shut up #I graduate in 23 days and that’s crazy

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burnedbyshoto · 2 years

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tags: ntr, reader cheating on irrelevant bf, dubconish

you were dating your childhood best friend kaisuke. he was truly a great guy! sweet, kind, a great listener, and more than anything, head over heels with you.

his words were sweet, his kisses even sweeter. on the surface, there was nothing wrong with him… but if you were being honest, his dick was too small and he just couldn’t fuck you right.

you were each other’s first, so you understood at first, but… three months later and no gentle instruction was getting him to improve. but you aren’t a slut, you chide yourself. you were fine with mediocre — at best — sex!

“you’re not a slut!” you whisper to yourself, eyebrows furrowed as you continue to scrub scrub the dirty dishes in the sink. “you’re not!”

“you’re not what?” a sharp voice interrupts your thoughts. you freeze, the voice deep, raspy, and smooth against your spine.

you turn to see red eyes looking at you curiously, but a face set with an overconfident, asshole smirk.

“nothing, bakugou.” you huff, turning back to the dishes, and proceed to think about how you could best implement a way to teach kaisuke how to fuck you correctly. he was going to pick you up from work tonight after your shift, claiming that a beautiful girl like you shouldn’t walk home at night, maybe you could—

“what are you doing?!”

the skirt you wore was flipped upward, large hands lingering against your ass, and a sharp snap of your thong against your ass.

you move to twist around and shriek, ready to physically fight your same age manager, but instead his much larger, stronger body is pressed against you. a hand slipping between your trembling thighs and the other shutting off the water before grazing your chest.

“you’re not a slut, hah?” bakugou whispers in your ear, calloused fingers drawing fire against your skin. “you seem pretty unsure about that.”

“let go of me!” you yell, shoving your back against his body, but he doesn’t even budge a millimeter. the counter presses into your thighs, and even though you twist to try and slam your heel on his toes, you— “let—!” oh.

something hot, heavy, thick, and impossibly large presses against your ass.

“hmmmmmm?” bakugou rasps, hips grinding slowly, intentionally against you. “let what? do you need something, slut?”

your throat constricts, and you can feel your mouth water at the feeling of the giant dick pressing into your back. your back arches against your will, images of what it would feel like to have that in you— no! you snap straight. you were in a loving relationship. you loved kaisuke!

“i’m in a relationship with kaisu—”

“oh please, I know exactly who you’re dating,” bakugou states, hans finally slipping under your thong to press against dripping wet folds. “I know why you’re so fucking dissatisfied.”

“i’m n-not, ahhhnn— I’m NOT disssaaaaaatified with kaisuke!!!” you whine, head snapping against his chest as thick rough fingers sink into your pussy. you have half a thought that his fingers are more filling than kaisuke’s dick. his fingers begin to thrust up into you, and you begin grinding down on him.

“we went to high school together, remember? gym and the sauna, trust me, sweetheart, I know what he’s packing.” bakugou chuckles against your neck, teeth nipping and running against your budding skin. “no wonder why you were thinking of a plan to get him to fuck you correctly.”

“how did you—”

“you mumble so loudly,” bakugou snorts, his fingers pausing in their thrusting conquest, leaving you trembling and whining. but you’re at a point where you don’t know if you say fuck it and finish what’s already started, or just leave. “how about I help you out, hm?”

“w…what?” you ask, eyes rolling backward as his thumb teases and presses smooth rolling circles against your clit, and the other hand that had under your shirt and tugging at swollen, puffy nipples leaving your body. “baku—”

the sound of a lowering zipper rings loudly in your ear, as well as the slicked, throbbing head of his dick pressed between your asscheeks.

“what do you say?”

…

you’re not sure how long the two of you go at it, the way that his cock pounded into you at different angles, different position, different power, speed, and intention. his girth makes your head spin, but the length of his dick is known with everytime his head kisses your cervix.

what started off as protected sex evolved into bareback sex. he fucked against the cabinets, on the floor. it was humiliating, hot, sexy, the best fucking sex you’ve ever had. his skin is hot and sweaty against your body, you’ve cum so much you’re completely overstimulated, but it’s not enough.

“right there, bakugou!” you shriek, finger scraping down his back. “yes yes yes yes yesyes!!”

“fuck, you’re crazy,” bakugou grunts, still fucking you with insane stamina and control. “fucking cumslut if i’ve ever— fuck!”

you giggle almost insanely, loopy and euphoric as you clench greatly against him. his twitching throbbing cock in you nothing more than an amazing reminder of what you were doing. you can’t believe you ever thought kaisuke was enough. he’s not enough. because this was what you needed, what you wanted. what you craved.

“tell me what I want to hear,” bakugou grunts in your ear.

“noooo,” you deny, arms unwrapping from his broad back to cover your flushed cheeks. “I can’t! my heart belongs to kaisuke still!”

“oh?” he asks, hips coming to a halt immediately. he hums and looks to the side, grabbing something from the floor. “that’s fine then.”

you remove your arms from your eyes, confused at what he was saying and desperate to get him to fuck you again.

“just don’t let him know that just because he owns your heart, doesn’t mean that he has your fucking pussy.”

“w-wha—?”

something presses against your ear, and your stomach goes queasy for just a moment when a voice rings from the phone katsuki has pressed against your ear.

“hello? y/n-chan?”

“k-kaisuke!”

“i’m outside your job right now, are you almost done?”

your eyes widen, you had forgotten he was coming to pick you up!

“o-oh yes, i’m just finishING!” you shriek when bakugou suddenly begins fucking into you, his free hand rubbing figure eights into your clit almost as vigorously when he made you squirt earlier.

“are you okay?!” kaisuke asks worriedly, and you can almost see him moving to get out of the car.

“I-I’m— oh…”

bakugou leans down, pressing close against you and abandoning your clit for a moment to raise one of your hands to hold the phone for him. your arms tremble under its weight when hot breathes fan against your unattended ear. “don’t let him find out.”

you can barely let out a whine, shaking your head to not consent before he begins his earlier conquests.

“i’m okay!” you say quickly, the feeling of his balls slapping against your ass infuriating and maddening. “b-bakugou just has me doing eeextra chores!”

“ah… I see…” come kaisuke’s answer, nearly matched with bakugous breathy chuckle. “I hope nothing too bad!”

you laugh, trying to agree but it’s hard to keep up with your loving boyfriends conversation.

bakugou continues fucking you like your pleasure, the ability to make the coil in your stomach as tight and hot as possible, to make sure your curled toes could never curl again without the thought of him fucking you like a madman, was on stake.

you realized then, as you whined into bakugous sweaty throat, his fingers bruising your hips and teeth marking any exposed piece of flesh he could find, kaisuke could never do this.

your pussy and your heart would belong to bakugou. only bakugou.

“I love you,” you whimper, eyes dazed and so far away as you cum on katsukis dick. your words feed to kaisuke but meant for bakugou. and even though bakugou knew most of the conversation wasn’t for him, that piece was for him. the smirk blazing into your memory said so.

“ah! y/n-chan! i love you too! um.. well, get done quickly, i’m—“

bakugou hangs up the call immediately.

“you love me, hm?” he laughs, haughty and downright sinful. “I knew I could prove that fact to you, slut.”

kaisuke would drive you home that night. unaware of bakugous cum stuffed into your swollen, bruised pussy that slowly leaked out with each passing minute. you were practically sparkling as you sat in the passenger seat, unaware of kaisuke talking sweetly to you about how much he loved you too.

after all, you were reading a text from bakugou that was just a picture of his dick, already hard again, veins bulging and beautiful.

bakugou k.

[let me know when that extra is gone so I can come fuck you again sweetheart. let me be your new man.]

you giggle.

[come by in 20!]

#lyssa doesnt shut up

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burnedbyshoto · 2 years

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mmmm just rugby player deku fucking you in the locker room post-victory. he smells of sweat and grass, bruises and slashes on his skin, but nothing compares to the way his fingers grip your waist as he fucks you against the wall, his spare jersey the only thing left on your body.

the locker room is since deserted but your mewls and near shrieks are buried into his mouth and neck.

“told you it was a lucky jersey,” deku strains as slicked and sweaty skin slap against each other in maddening drive. “didnt I?”

if you couldn’t form a proper sentence, it would definitely be somewhat of an agreement.

#lyssa doesnt shut up

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burnedbyshoto · 2 years

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cw: omegaverse for funsies; single parent reader; omega gn reader; angst

“I thought you said you wouldn’t give up.”

shouto blinks at the empty space directly behind him and tilts his head, confused. slowly his eyes dart down to look at the young child who was your haunting duplicate.

“what do you mean?” shouto asks simply because in all reality, he doesn’t actually know what the problem is, much less that he’s given up on anything.

“my dam,” your child snaps, eyes watery, anger and sadness intermingling to create an emotion akin to fiery regret. “you broke up and now they’re… they refuse to cry and even if they’re wearing scent blockers right now, I know!”

shouto feels a pull at his chest. he has been pretty miserable since the break up too.

“I know you know that I don’t like you, but you promised me that you wouldn’t give up on my dam! so fix this! fix them! I hate them being sad!” the child cried, angry hot tears welling in their eyes. “f-fix it!”

silence filled the air between the two alphas, neither one speaking as they simply stare at each other.

“we didn’t… I didn’t give up,” shouto finally whispers first, head shifting so he didn’t have to look at the crying child. he doesn’t want to stare into a face that reminds him so much of you, so much of what he couldn’t keep. “we came to a consensus that it was best that I stop courting your dam.”

“why?!” they snarl, eyes wet and teeth bared.

shouto looks at his lap, eyebrows creased.

“it’s not my place to tell…”

“why’d you break up with todoroki-san?” your child grunts at you and you stop mid laugh, the cooking spoon in your hand suddenly too heavy.

“well, I just don’t think that he was the right fitting alpha for our small family,” you explain, voice controlled so that the real reason didn’t get out. “I wouldn’t ever want my alpha to butt heads with my baby, and he… he kept doing that with you, so… he had to go!”

your child is quiet because they know… they’ve known from the first interaction that they’ve put todoroki through the absolute ringer. refusing to be amicable, refusing to play as a team player, refusing to be kind, only choosing to be short, rude, mean. they knew todoroki was a bit of an idiot, how the alpha man merely blinked at each burning insult the child laid on him and responded each and every time that he wasn’t going to give up on their damn. how the alpha man slowly stopped being indifferent and accepting of every little angry tirade turned on him, but the gritted out words of how he wasn’t giving up never stopped. how todoroki finally one night furrowed his eyebrows and sharply asked for them to stop.

stop.

stop…

they remember going to their room at the end of that night, they thought they would feel triumph at getting that awkward man to break, the fact he forgot to say he wouldn’t give up was elating, but the sorrowful anger that emitted from you took away any sense of victory.

they lay in their bed, hearing the harsh whispers between their dam and the courting alpha. they couldn’t understand a single word, but the tone was undoubtedly frantic and pleading. at some point, hours later, the house goes quiet and the child listens to the saddest, smallest goodbye from both adults and the sound of a clicking door.

the child stands and watches from the hallway shadows as their dam throws away the untouched, spoiled dinner. you finish up the dining table and walk to the first courting gift todoroki gave you — a blanket — and slowly, as if it was pulling your nails from your fingers, you threw it away.

the child suddenly realized what it meant.

they won!

the lost sense of victory they once had comes back at full force. they won!

they run back to their room with glee, a blazing grin on their face as they laugh. no more stupid alpha todoroki.

their own scent overpowers the sad, sour scent of his dam only two doors down.

however, the next morning, the child blinked confused when they couldn’t smell you.

“ah, sorry, baby,” you quickly state, pressing a goodmorning kiss to their temple as you present breakfast on the table. “I felt like my scent was so strong today! didn’t want to overpower you.”

your child nods, accepting this answer for now, and spends the entire day happy to not have to hear the name shouto even once. they knew you were sad, but it would be okay. heartbreak was only temporary.

but two weeks later and the child feels frantic because you refuse to take off your scent blockers. the moments you slip into the shower is enough for them to know you’re utterly depressed. an omega who had to let go of an alpha they loved. the child realizes that you’ve neither confirmed the break up nor have cried a single time, but the disappearance of every single one of shoutos courting gifts scream even louder of the pain and truth.

the alpha man had… todoroki had given up.

so the child seeks out his dam’s failed courting alpha and snaps.

“you weren’t supposed to give up!”

and the words todoroki doesn’t speak are even louder.

“I didn’t want to,” his eyes whisper, “but I couldn’t keep being the reason why your dam cries at night.”

so when you finish lying to your child, they don’t move an inch.

“anyways, enough about todoroki! we decided it was best to stop courting, i’m not sure if you’ve noticed, haha! but it got me thinking that i’m an older omega, so I was being silly for thinking an alpha would want me! I think i’ll stay single again for some time, it’ll just be the two of us!”

and as your child reads your face, analyzing how you refuse to look at them, how your eyes are just the tiniest bit too watery, and the small tickle in your pitch.

they really fucked up.

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I dunno, just a thought because i’m 7 days from presenting my undergraduate research project to my school & im freaking out because it has to be perfect because i’m going to be published for my work w anti cancer synthesis!

anyways, i’m kinda in a mood for single parent w a child who believes that no one is good enough to enter their family & drives out any potential suitor. usually it’s a bad suitor anyways, some fucko who their parent is actually better off with, but what happens when it’s the person who actually is the best? the parent, in my opinion, should try their best to pick the option that they both agree to when it comes to dating, ya know? and there’s only so many times the child can straight up reject the parents new partner they were already worried about introducing to before feelings begin getting hurt.

in this stories context todoroki & reader have been courting for quite awhile, several months before the child (nameless because I couldn’t conjure a solid image of them, although i’m leaning towards a masc. feeling child) was introduced to todoroki because yeah, they haven’t been welcoming to others and reader really likes todoroki. it was an act of selfish to keep todoroki away that long anyways, and to keep him around even though the child constantly complains, so when todoroki snaps back, the reader realizes that no, they can’t ignore it anymore. they argue mostly because reader can’t believe todoroki snapped on a child like that, and todoroki feels justified because yes they’re a child, but a line was crossed, it was completely disrespectful.

they do love each other, they love each other so much, but when shouto says that it’s okay, the child just needs more time to feel comfortable, that he’s not giving up, that the child won’t forever be blind to the pure respect and love he has does the reader see. their child will be forever blind going this rate … it’s been 7months and nothings changed.

the reader says something about how they’ve been blind this entire time, blind and selfish for wanting someone their baby doesn’t want around. so, the reader says they promised their baby they would never continue to see someone they didn’t approve of. and shouto immediately wilts because he knows what’s to come.

hours of repetitive circling arguments have ceased and the once warm kitchen is cold as the adults know what’s happened. shouto thanks the reader for allowing him to court them, and reader thanks for the courtship before they whisper goodbyes.

but as for a happy ending, i’m not sure…

because well, i’m not sure what shouto or the reader would do. I feel like they both would refuse to see each other and no child will be able to manipulate them into seeing each other. if they see each other, nothing goods to come & with the child still not on shoutos side, there’s no point. the child still doesn’t like shouto, after all, but they’ve come to accept that shouto and reader care so deeply about each other.

imagine it as you will, happy where the child brings them back together and learns to accept and love shouto as their father. sad where they refuse to meet again, luck never on the child’s side, and years later when the two adults have moved on with someone new, the child turned teenager can tell that while the new alpha is much more likable than shouto was, your nowhere near as happy. it’s a safety net relationship, not a passionate one. and of course the turned teenager has to open the door to find shouto outside with a bouquet of flowers, looking nervous and determined. the teenager blinks rapidly, unsure what to say until your fingers press into their shoulder and for a moment the teenager sees the joy and love springing in your face, so much stronger than what you ever give the alpha currently residing on the couch. but reader sees the look on the teenagers face and misinterprets it for discomfort and annoyance at shouto, and the joy and love are gone as reader shakes their head. “i’m sorry, shouto,” you simply say. “I… can’t still.” and the guilt your child feels will never fade, and the hauntingly sad eyes they see from both shouto and from you will make them cry later that night.

#lyssa doesnt shut up

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burnedbyshoto · 2 years

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there’s this line I read awhile ago, it was part of some comic I can’t remember from who, but the flavor????????

“I can’t promise I won’t break your heart.”

“…that’s okay, as long as it’s mine, and not yours.”

like imagine this:

being 26 years old, 8 years into a friendship with bakugou katsuki. as far as you know, he’s never really had a stable relationship.

it’s just sex for him, never for them.

it’s after the third wailing intern that you finally approach and give him your offer.

“i can’t promise I won’t break your heart,” he huffs, half joking, half bitter from the avalanche of bad pr he’s been through.

you stare at him, knowing it’s stupid to even try, but you shrug slowly, “that’s okay…” his eyes meet yours. “as long as it’s mine and not yours.”

so a relationship begins. the two of you begin having sex that sends your head into the sky, and your heart further into your throat. everyone, your friends especially, tell you it’s a bad idea.

don’t casually sleep with someone you love.

it never ends well.

but you don’t listen.

some nights you don’t even have sex at all. just bodies pressed against each other with heavy eyes and tracing fingers.

words ring through your memories as you watch bakugou stand straight up off the couch, a person with blue hair tumbling off his lap immediately.

you’re not naive, not a fool. you see ruffled hair, a shirt that’s halfway off, and red eyes that scream: fuck.

but you remember his warning, his heed, and even if it’s been a year and a half of whatever this was — friends with benefits, you remind yourself coldly — you don’t react.

“sorry!” you apologize, hands slamming back to the doorknob, trying to give them space. “I didn’t realize you were having someone over tonight! please continue!! ignore me!!”

“the least you can do is leave the food behind,” the stranger huffs on the floor, once flushed cheeks pale. excited eyes now fed up.

you freeze, but nod in agreement, you didn’t need to eat this food anymore. plus bakugous order was in it.

“y/n—“

“consider this my apology!” you laugh, the sound much more natural then you ever thought possible. “have fun, you two!”

you’re home faster then you can blink, and your couch with his burnt orange blanket on it seems like a joke.

still, the tears don’t fall.

you expected this.

you knew.

a thunderous knock echoes through your apartment, and your chest feels sourly numb as you open it.

there bakugou stands, face contorted with emotions you couldn’t read, sweatshirt wrinkly and backward.

“y/n—” he tries again but you don’t want to hear what he needs to say.

you shrug again, watching his jaw drop but no words passed.

you inhale slowly, and smile wider at him.

“thank you for everything though, I really enjoyed myself.”

and before bakugou can even let out a whisper, the door clicks in his face.

#tadaaaaaa #oh angst how I missed you #lyssa doesnt shut up #bakugou x reader

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burnedbyshoto · 2 years

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idk what’s so appealing about midoriya deku izuku being an elite and sweet man whore????

like he’s just a sweet boy with curly hair and pretty eyes and soft freckles on a pretty face. but he’s also buff arms and legs, scarred thick fingers, with a well known fierce grin and possessive protective tendencies to make girls, gays, and theys.

and so it begins in high school. class 3-a first sex scandal between classmates gets out & one part of the scandal is izuku. everyone can’t believe it because literally the entire campus watched him cry in all mights arms after winning the sports festival last week.

a crybaby??? getting laid???

nah. a joke.

but then another story comes out. another person in izukus class has now slept with him.

and sure the first person he slept with had much praise and worship for the hero of the world but that’s just between virgins and a single person. it doesn’t mean much.

but again and again, midoriya izukus name is beginning to be paired with taking peoples virginities and being not only a complete sweetheart the entire time they talked, but absolutely rocking their fucking world.

his crybaby traits get pushed back to highlighting how gentle, sensitive, and kind this hero is all while being dripping sex.

ANYWAYS!!!!!¡¡ virgin reader who is fucking pissed off about all this damn talk because izuku is her best friend and she’s soooo damn fucking tired of everyone approaching her to see if there’s anyway she could help to make them izukus person of the week. don’t even get started on the people who think reader wants him!!!!

but one day it happens.

a hang out with the girls at a bar, and one too many drinks has everyone spilling about their sex lives — again. reader typically doesn’t pay attention to this shit because why would she, she’s a virgin by choice and definitely doesn’t want to hand hers to any loser. and then for whatever damn reason — definitely not the fact that izuku enters the bar with a navy blue dress shirt that’s too tight across his chest with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows that has the conversation dipping about fucking midoriya izuku.

it’s not that reader doesn’t know that all her friends — former class 3-a — hasn’t slept with the green eyed beauty, but hearing a collective voice of how good and great he is & how it took months for current partners to be as good as he naturally was has reader even more pissed. and so it was definitely the alcohol and the whispering stories of izuku in bed and how izuku saw you all at the bar and came over and pressed up next to you with a friendly grin and a casual arm over your shoulder.

so when he has himself pressed against your knees as you chat with him on the bar stool, his eyes bright with mirth and dimples just peeking out as you find yourself drinking slowly at of your empty cup, does it hit you.

“have sex with me.”

and the world knows midoriya izuku as the ever confident hero deku. a select population knows midoriya izuku has a walking sex god. but few and far between have ever seen midoriya izuku turn bright red and chomp on his tongue at any proclamation. so when he flushes and stammers, you feel already on cloud nine because this is new. and as you drag him away to your apartment, you continue to wave away his squawking questions saying that you were ready to have sex and no you didn’t care that he was as experienced as he was. and when you press a rushed kiss to his gaping lips, you’ll never forget the expanding pupils or the way he trembled beneath your fingers.

“i’ve wanted you for forever,” you say, front door locking behind you as your fingers find the zipper to your clothes. “why should I deny myself now that I have your attention?”

pls ignore how i completely abandoned the reader person in favor of using you because my brain couldn’t handle it. anyways I just fucking loveeeeeeeeeeeee the: midoriya izuku is the best at sex but will also be an absolute gentleman about your entire experience with him. and anyways izuku is def in love with you and y’all live happily ever after.

#lyssa doesnt shut up

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burnedbyshoto · 2 years

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okay so i was at the gym & listening to a new workout playlist spotify made for me and sk8er boi came on.

I thought about how I would make a song like sk8er boi into an au because well,,,, it would make such a great story imo!!!

but not an avril!reader x skater!whoever (maybe shinsou? tokoyami? I dunno who I envision skater boy is, so by all means, fill in that blank all on your own for now)

imagine it from ballerina!reader x skater!whoever.

it’s high school romance. enemies to lovers au. forbidden romance au. good girl/bad boy trope. it’s burning all consuming love that’s being snuffled out by society, by friends, by themselves. it’s reader trying to be themselves but needing to meet standards placed on them by people they can’t deny. it’s skater boy feeling like a traitor among his people but still trying. it’s passionate, ablaze, all consuming love in dark corners and when the moon is high. it’s first kisses, first drink, first high, and crazy sex with each other. but we all know how it ends. eventually the good girl can no longer “kid” herself. they can no longer fight the expectations the world set for her because although they could beat it, how is a 17 year old expected to provide for themselves in a world by themselves, outcasted and tormented. so they break up, because the ballerina can no longer fight the masses, can’t keep hiding because they’re meant to be seen on a stage, pretty, perfect, silent.

skater boy is hurt and destroyed because yes it’s young love, but that doesn’t mean it’s not love. even if everyone says so. everything between the two of them falls apart and they both graduate quietly, sadly.

then it’s 5 years later and then like the song, everything plays out. the ballerina sees the skater on their tv, eyes wide and for the first time in those five years, do they glisten with something.

the baby isn’t theirs, and they had to quit ballet three years ago because a serious accident. they’ve been so alone these past few years. and when they see skater boy on screen, jamming out on a band they do know but have never actually looked up before, they’re silent. a song plays, relaying teenage love and heartbreak and although skater boy isn’t the lead singer, ballerina knows it’s about them.

so they go to a concert with their “true” high school friends & they’re silent the entire concert as they look up at their former lover rocking out on stage.

ballerina staring wide eyed as they watch their past lover, sad yet thrilled to see the skater boy grinning and looking at peace.

the concert ends and everyone leaves. but ballerina finds themselves outside the venue, unable to move, but knows there’s no way in hell they’ll see skater boy. but by some angel above, skater boy is 50 feet in front of them, face buried in their phone and ballerina starts to call out to him but the lead singer comes out of no where and throws themselves into his arms and they kiss.

ballerina hasn’t actually cried since they broke up. even when they got a career ending injury. a tear hadn’t been sprung. but seeing the tender embrace, tears well up and now ballerina feels silly, humiliated, stupid, and plain fucking hateful towards themselves. how could ballerina ever stop believing in their love?

and since it’s 5 years post graduation, there’s the 5 year reunion and everyone shows up.

so uh,,, choose because although I love angst, sometimes I do be choosing a happy ending.

sad ending (no reconciliation between skater boy and ballerina girl):

they meet at the reunion and ballerina apologizes for their past. skater boy is still a bit peeved but accepts it. rolling eyes and walking off. ballerina tries to keep talking and everyone watches because although most of their relationship was a secret, their breakup was hot fucking news and well, who doesn’t love drama when it doesn’t involve them.

comments and whispers of ballerina being fake, a gold digger, trying to be a homewrecker start rising. and ballerina just wants to repair what they broke.

but skater boy won’t allow them. he doesn’t want to repair something he no longer cares for and says that the breakup lead him to a happy life & frankly he doesn’t believe in teenage mistakes. they wouldn’t have made it in the real life, skater boy insists and says that if ballerina doesn’t leave him alone, he’ll have no issue in making sure ballerina won’t ever talk or look his way again.

overall just very heightened angry emotions that leaves both of them extremely angry (skater boy) and crying (ballerina).

happy ending (because i’m now considering this story & I do be liking my happy endings now because i’m weak and have been slaughtered with angst):

the reunion goes well, ballerina simply approaching and saying sorry for everything. saying that they wished they had been more mature back then to be a better partner to skater boy. they congratulate the skater on becoming a famous star because they knew it was always his dream. skater boy doesn’t say anything, just nods and ballerina smiles softly before rejoining their friends.

at the end of the night, as ballerina waits for an uber to pick them up, skater boy approaches and asks softly how their ballet career is going. and ballerina confesses that it ended because of a petty mistake.

and as they wait in the chill of a summer night, they recount the years they’ve been parted. skater boy apologizing for the ballerinas destroyed dreams, to which they shrug and say that it was okay. being a ballerina was more of their parents dream, ballerina always just sort of wanted to be a home keeper. it’s a bit awkward, and still entirely cautious discussion. but they end on a good note, exchanging numbers as the uber rolls up before them.

and so they start texting. texting turns to phone calls, and ballerina eventually discovering that the lead singer was not dating the skater boy anymore. they were fwb turned lovers but realized that they were much better off as friends. and after two years of slowly building back a tarnished relationship, ballerina confesses once more and skater boy, home from tour, kisses them softly.

#lyssa doesnt shut up

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burnedbyshoto · 2 years

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dedicated to the man who became my gym buddy & eventually we fucked in his car:

quirkless au, yum, & nsfw so aha

bakugou katsuki is a gym rat.

he drinks protein shakes like water, down pre workout like it’s candy, and spends so much time at the gym his phone believes the gym is possibly his house or his workplace.

he typically comes into the gym with black sweatpants on and a compression shirt, a hoodie always in his hand as he scans his membership card and stalks into the gym with his huge water jug. the smell of sweat and pulsating testosterone is no longer recognized by him, and the lingering looks of both regulars and new members never faze him as he enters the wide open space for warm up.

bakugou katsuki is meticulous in his workout routine. everyday, even his rest day, has something specific for him. mondays is upper body. tuesdays lower body. wednesdays chest and arm. thursdays quads and calves. friday back. saturday glutes and hamstrings. sunday is cardio. every week he takes a break from a single day.

it works for him.

and he doesn’t care what his friends say.

but as he’s warming up one day, head peeking up from his form, he sees you doing chest presses, or at least attempting to do so. his eyebrows furrow at your terrible form, the obvious curve in your body that shouldn’t be there, the way your hands are way too close to each other, the bar tilting on most likely your more dominant side way too much, and your feet flailing in the air.

it’s bad posture, but after a long work shift, bakugou has no energy to correct it. he figures another gym rat would help you.

well that is until the bar shakes, your arms give, and you squawk.

bakugou katsuki is known in his gym for being only about himself, sure he’ll share his routine if you ask, he’ll even give you an extra protein shake, or a sip of his water if you’re an insane person who didn’t bring your water, but it’s a known law that he doesn’t help with form and he doesn’t spot anyone.

but no one is around, and even though the 60lb bar will most definitely not hurt you, he finds himself lifting the bar off your chest with an irritated snarl as you gasp and splutter for air. you were not choking.

“oh my god, thank you so—“

“shut up!” he barks in your face, slamming the bar onto the holder with much more force then necessary. “the hell you think you’re doing, idiot? you trying to break your back and ribs?! get a fucking spotter before doing shit you’re not ready for!”

“oh,” you blink, head tilting a bit, your own frown on your face. “well, I don’t know anyone, and no one is here except you? and you weren’t here be—“

“doesnt fucking matter! wait until someone shows up!”

“uh, I needed to do that for my circuit though. according to gymtok I should be doing a lot of things that I haven’t been doing. so I was just trying things out.”

“…what the fuck is a gymtok?”

“oh! tiktoks for gym workouts!” you exclaim grabbing your phone with obviously sore arms before showing the plentiful of preplanned workouts by what bakugou immediately knows are gym posers.

ANYWAYS

thus begins the weirdest friendship bakugou begins as you become attached to his side at the gym, undeterred and overall completely unaffected by every snarl, growl, and screech sent your way. eventually he gets you on his own workout schedule and the two of you even shoot a scoop of pre workout in the parking lot together.

the first time you took his preworkout was the first and last time because it was so highly concentrated that not only did you create new personal records for every machine and free weight, you managed to fit an entire weeks workout into a single day and promptly pass out on the bench outside the gym.

he knows you’re flirting eventually, but he’s a prude and trying to keep his head in the game. and even though you both are frequently texting throughout the day and even go to eat together after workouts 3 times a week, he refuses to let your stupid lips anywhere near his because he’s a virgin prude and he gets nerv— I mean… he’s just busy… ahem…

and eventually you ask if he wants to do a gymtok with him. and it must be because you managed to sling him over your shoulders and squat his weight without so much as a tremor in your form, and he was impressed with elation, excitement, and burning hormones in his dick, he says yes.

he gives you complete fucking consent to do whatever you want.

so you smile sweetly and say, “i’m going to be your savior because you don’t have a spotter. when I save you, you keep doing reps like nothing happened.”

so with a measly bar and 45lbs on each side (his warm up set from three years ago, btw) he does as requested. letting his arms pretend to give out.

but…

oh…

fucking….

HELL!

he feels your ass sitting millimeters above his crotch, and sees your pretty fingers grasp the bar and push it up.

bakugou is harder than a diamond and the bar gives, crushing his chest.

eventually the two of you are able to get the bar off him and he falls onto the floor, stomach down, flexing his biceps and thigh, desperate to erase his boner as you chirp frantic worries around his head.

anyways, he storms away, finally boner free and is just pissed. ignores you the entire rest of his workout routine and is focused on his reflection in the mirror only. but on his way out, compression shirt off his body and sling on his shoulder, you’re waiting with a face he can’t read.

“you know, I think you need to be laid,” you sigh as he pushes past you to where his car waits. “don’t you think?”

bakugou nearly trips and falls on his face, but he plays it off (not really). he snaps his head towards you, full on furious because that might be exactly true but he doesn’t need some little shit that he taught everything to, to tell him that!

“you think I need to be fucking laid?! you know what I think you need?!” he splutters, face flushed red and gym bag dropped by the wheel of his car.

“to be fucked by you?” you respond with lidded eyes and seductive steps his way. all words die on his lips as you’re suddenly in front of him. “cuz I think I really need that too. besides, what’s the point of all that strength if it’s not being used to fuck people in every way imaginable?”

bakugous not entirely sure who kisses who first. he was already seeing red at that point, but he does know that you’re shoving him into the passenger seat of his car and the seat is reclined all the way down with a slam.

it’s messy and a bit gross. the faint smell of BO is eventually washed out with hormones, dripping sex, and sweat. his fingers and pressing around your sweet spots, and bakugou nearly blacks out when your soft, hot, and dripping wet sex presses down and consumes his dick.

he fucks you so well that you hobble around the gym for a solid week & everyone just assumes you went hard on leg day ;)

sex soon becomes your guys cool down routine :)

anyways, I was just thinking about stupid gym rat bakugou who hella needs to get laid and gym regular reader who actually knows what they’re doing but saw bakugou one day and decided they wanted him. and because I love happy endings, they obvi get married & fuck in their limo as a nod to the beginning of their romantic relationship.

#lyssa doesnt shut up

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burnedbyshoto · 2 years

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romcom idea for………..hm, idk who I would write this for……maybe kirishima?

love guru reader who is the best in the business. 100% approval rate by their clients, 100% guarantee to find your perfect match. people far and wide, rich and poor, come seek you out. giving you all that they can as you ask a mere twenty questions to discover who their true love is. it doesn’t matter the person, the answers, the reason, no one ever goes unmatched for more than a week and certainly everyone ends up happy.

it’s basically universal public opinion that you’re cupid and create true love.

but you’re now 28, and after being invited to your — now breaking into the thousands — clients wedding, you realize that you’re single, alone, and completely unable to find love for yourself. and although you have never cared before, you want a person to call your own now.

enter kirishima eijirou who spent most of his younger twenty’s in a relationship that he thought would be the one for him, and is now been single for nearly two years and is ready to get back out there. but wants to be with the person he is destined to marry.

you were recommended to him by past clients of yours, also known as some of his best friends. and one day, as you wait in your office sipping on your water, he enters your office.

despite your want to flirt with your client, you remain professional and ask him all that you need to know. he leaves with a lighter step and a brighter smile, and you remain in some trance as you read answers that speak to your soul.

days begin to pass and kirishima has no match, and when a week hits, you apologize in tears because you failed for the first time ever. he apologizes because he never meant to cause you this stress, and promises to make up for the distress he caused you because he was the one unable to simply date a person.

thus begins weekly turned daily lunches that fade to nights of fun.

and you find yourself falling deeper and deeper for the man who became more of a friend than a failed client.

but of course, where is a romcom without that twist and drama?????

the night you plan on confessing to kirishima, enter ashido mina. a young woman your age, who’s bright, pink, and just a lot of things you wish you could be.

she explains her situation to you: two years post a long and serious relationship, wants to find love, and trusts you entirely.

you blink as you study her answers and realize that kirishima eijirou is a perfect match. it’s in the system, and there’s nothing to do except watch as kirishima enters your office with your daily lunch with a bright smile and confused eyes as he sees the email notification on his screen from you.

“you have a match now,” you croak, knowing your place and knowing what he was around here for. “I suggest you try it out, lover boy. she seems amazing.”

“y/n—“

you close the office door with a pained smile.

anyways, yadda yadda yadda, kirishima and mina meet up and are surprised to see that it’s each other. they laugh as they reconcile — platonically of course because they were childhood friends and they want to make things normal again for them.

you on the other hand, are going ballistic because you liked a man but of course your cursed power means that he’s not it for you.

and the show stopper?

going to your office one day and seeing kirishima sitting on your chair at your desk — your secretary let him in.

“what are you—?”

“sit down, make yourself comfortable,” kirishima interrupts, mimicking speech you had done to him all that time ago. “tell me about your, your name, where you’re from, any past romantic relationships?”

you purse your lips, throat thick with emotions as you sit down, pretending you’re perfectly okay. and so, to amuse your friend, you answer him slowly.

and so, kirishima continues, reciting all the questions you do, and writing them down on your laptop as you did.

“well, an email will immediately get sent out if you match with anyone in the system, and if not, i’m sure there’ll be a special person for you before the week is up!” kirishima brightly states and you can only smile and roll your eyes.

so, of course, the two of you sit in silence, you unsure of what to say, and kirishima scared because he went off on the craziest limb.

ding.

the two of you look at identical emails on your phone addressing a location, date, and time for the two of you to meet for a first date.

“I didn’t match with anyone on the system within the week because the person i’m meant for never added themselves into it,” kirishima says with a soft smile, collecting your hands in his as you begin to cry.

“b-but what about ashido-san?”

“she’s great, but i’m not into my ex that way anymore.”

and of course there’s happily ever after.

#lyssa doesnt shut up

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