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thehusbandoden · 9 months

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You Flinch During an Argument -Bakugo Katsuki

I finished this yesterday but forced myself to wait to post it due to my one part a day pattern I've had going on.

Anyways~ as I said in Shoto's part, I did make this one a bit angstier, but I hope I didn't stray too far away from the original prompt :'). It's kinda bittersweet lol but I kinda like it.

Angst to fluff/Comfort | Kinda bittersweet~ | 993 words | female reader

Warnings!: arguing, yelling, being scared of your partner, parents arguing (the kids were not present), kids being left at school (not for very long), caps, excuses, self hatred, and insulting themselves (Bakugo). Please let me know if I miss any <33

You both had been fighting for at least half an hour, screaming at one another for this and that. It started with Bakugo 'forgetting' to pick up your sons from school, and has now escalated into you screaming at him for not 'caring about this family' and his yelling about how hard he works for your family.

No one was totally to blame, both parties had some points that were right, and some that were wrong. But it should have never reached that point.

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"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD I WORK TO PROVIDE FOR THIS FAMILY! I TOLD YOU WHEN YOU BEGGED FOR KIDS THAT I WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO HELP OUT MUCH! WHAT ELSE DO YOU EXPECT FROM ME!"

"I UNDERSTAND THAT- BUT YOU'VE HAD THREE DAYS OFF! YOU'RE FULLY RESTED- AND SHOULD'VE PICKED UP THE KIDS NO PROBLEM WHILE I WAS HELPING OUT YOUR MOM!"

"WELL WHAT DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO! I FORGOT ABOUT IT, OKAY! AND YOU DIDN'T CALL TO REMIND ME EITHER!"

"I EXPECTED YOU TO HAVE ENOUGH BRAINS TO REMEMBER, BUT I GUESS THAT WAS IDIOTIC OF ME!"

"I HAVE SO MUCH TO DEAL WITH BESIDES THIS BULL CRAP THAT'S YOUR RESPONSIBILITY! I WORK, YOU TAKE CARE OF THE KIDS!"

"KATSUKI I CANNOT WATCH THE KIDS 24-7 WITHOUT YOUR HELP! I NEED BREAKS TOO! YOU HAVE TWO DAYS OFF A WEEK TO RELAX, AND CATCH UP ON SLEEP! WHILE I HAVE NIGHT TIME, BATHROOM BREAKS, RUNNING ERANDS, AND NAP TIMES TO CATCH A BREAK! I SHOULD BE ABLE TO RELY ON MY HUSBAND TO HELP OUT WHEN HE HAS TIME OFF!"

"YOU'RE THE ONE WHO WANTED THE KIDS IN THE FIRST PLACE- WHY ARE YOU WHINING TO ME ABOUT HAVING TO TAKE CARE OF 'EM!"

"WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE THEY AREN'T YOURS!? WE BOTH AGREED ON DOING THE BEST WE COULD FOR OUR KIDS, AND YOU SAID THAT YOU'D HELP OUT WHENEVER YOU COULD!"

"Y/N IT WAS THIS ONE TIME- I WAS BUSY, I FORGOT!"

"YOU WERE PLAYING GAMES ALL DAY WITH YOUR FRIENDS! THAT IS NOT BUSY!"

Blazing anger filled Bakugo as he stepped towards you, planning on simply getting closer to you to somehow try and make you see his side of things. He didn't mean to forget about picking up his kids, he loves his kids, he was simply engrossed in talking about them to his friends as he gamed, totally forgetting about the time and the fact that they were at school, waiting for someone to pick them up.

In truth, Bakugo felt bad. Really bad. But you wouldn't stop, so he continued, his unwavering pride making it near impossible to simply apologize and leave the argument behind.

Storming towards you, Bakugo stopped dead in his tracks as you flinched from him, eyes holding a certain terror. Wait- did you- did you think he was going to hurt you?!

Apologies and 'are you okay's were caught in Bakugo's throat as he opened his mouth, too terrified to speak.

Y/n.. his y/n was scared..of him. HIs y/n- the person that tore him out of his 'I don't care about anything or anyone' stage. She brought him out of his dark pit of self loathing, hating himself for how weak he was, how he couldn't do anything compared to that idiot Deku. She brought light into his world, she is his light. His first and last love, his wife, his center, his other half, his partner, his reason for life, the mother of his children, his one and only lover, his queen, his everything.

And he scared her.

Screamed at her for something that was his fault.

Treated her so badly that she flinched away from him- terror filling her eyes.

Her gorgeous e/c eyes. The same eyes that his sons had inherited. Now he's brought tears to three sets of those goregous eyes. What a scum bag.

Pain seared through Bakguo as he embraced his y/n, knowing if he left now she would entirely break, thinking that he was giving up on her. On their love. When in reality, he would't be. He would never dream of leaving her, or their beautiful children.

Because no matter how much of an a-hole Bakugo may be, he would never stoop that low. Never. And so he held her, and continued to hold her as she tearfully cussed him out, telling him how much she loved him and how much of an a-hole he was for treating her like that, their kids like that.

He just held her, telling her that he was sorry, that he knew, that he would make it up to her -and their seven year old twins- somehow.

And for now, that was enough. His love, and comfort was enough as you clung to him, insulting him while telling him that you loved his idiotic self in the same sentence, telling him that you loved him too much to not be able to forgive him.

And that if he was serious about making things right, that you would help him.

Because you were Bakugo y/n*. You chose to take his name and become his wife. Bakugo has helped you through so many up and downs, so you would do the same for him. Because he truly loved you, and you truly loved him.

*Japanese last names go in front of the first name to pay respect to the family name, and that's why Kirishima and Bakugo's other classmates call him Bakugo instead of Katsuki -to pay respect to his family name-. So you would be (in Japan anyway) Bakugo y/n (if you choose to take his last name) and strangers/aquaintnesses/not so close friends and co-workers would call you Bakugo instead of y/n. Annd due to me not liking Bakugo a whole lot I call him Bakugo or Baka/Bakuhoe instead of Katuski and call Todoroki and Midoriya, Shoto and Izuku- do you get what I'm saying?? I hope you do <33

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moominsuki · 1 year

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✎ᝰ. REMEMBER THOSE TIMES WHEN YOU WERE LAUGHING, AND NAKED ON MY COUCH ; — silly sex tropes with the boku no hero academia boys.

FEATURING: bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku, todoroki shoto + kirishima eijirou.

࿄ ! warnings — f!reader, all characters aged up 20+, suggestive, sex talk but silly all around, crack lowkey. / note. this was fun to write. pls take this as a bit of filler while i finish up my super mega bkg fic. loves ya!

✎𓂃BAKUGOU KATSUKI。°˖⌕

it was a rare occasion for bakugou to actually want to show up to a hero gala - when you usually caught wind of any formal event, your blond haired man would vehemently oppose going, opting to stay at home and order some food instead. you couldn’t place what spurned bakugou’s sudden interest in attending the annual convention but as you get into your car, all dressed up and ready to go, you understand why.

“come on, they’re not gonna care if we’re a few minutes late,” pleads bakugou when you arrive at your seats, pressing displaced kisses on your done up face and swat him away slightly.

you whine at him to behave, grabbing at the hand groping at your thighs, your breasts, anywhere he can put his big hands on and you always resort to placing his hands back into the culprit’s lap.

unfortunately for you, bakugou knows how easily turned to mush you are by sweet nothings and fondling because it only takes you 8 minutes for you to cave in, inconspicuously meeting your husband at the rendezvous point. it then takes another 5 for bakugou to have your chest pressed against the mirror, lifting up your gown to touch at your most intimate parts.

“tell me how badly you want it,” he grunts, pulling down his own slacks while you grind your ass and whimper at him.

“be a good girl and take it,” bakugou breathes out gruffly, desire running through his voice and he’s just about to dip inside you-

“i’ve been holding my damn piss in all day - what the fuck? bakugou?!” yells out kaminari and bakugou practically launches himself at the cubicle door to throw the yellow blond out while you’re scrambling to cover up your indecency.

with kaminari sporting a fresh bruise on his jaw as a shameful reminder, you and bakugou vow to never get down and dirty in public spaces. bakugou still adamantly swears to this day that the door was locked.

✎𓂃MIDORIYA IZUKU。°˖⌕

you roll your eyes when you hear another pitiful groan come out of izuku, who’s sprawled out on the couch with a bandaged leg propped up on multiple pillows. he has been out of action with a broken leg for a few weeks now due to an unprecedented villain attack at the agency. it’s rendered him useless, and quite frankly bored and horny out of his mind.

that being said, you outright refuse to have sex with izuku now that he has a broken leg but it hasn’t stopped him from pleading with his big green eyes, pink lips pouting as he guilt trips you from across the house.

“please, y/n, you can just sit on it. i won’t even move a bit. you look so pretty, baby,” izuku whines as you rub lotion into his hands and arms. and what kind of girlfriend would you be to deny him in his time of recovery.

it’s rushed the way that you’re both still half clothed; already grinding on his cock and you’re doing everything in your power to make sure you don’t rest even a little bit of weight on his leg. izuku has never been good at preventing the buck of hips when you clench down on him and today is no different.

he starts subconsciously rutting into you - as he does when his orgasm starts to creep up on him - and one tight clench of your walls forces his lower body to jolt and practically throw you on to his right leg… i.e. the leg that is currently out of action.

a howl of pain emits from your boyfriend and you frantically run to your phone to call the physiotherapist, butt jiggling on the way and izuku doesn’t know what hurts more: his leg or the blue balled dick.

the next time you have sex isn’t until the cast finally comes off and no matter how many puppy dog eyes the man lays on you, you stay resolute on the decision. you even so kindly send him some nudes so he finds solace in his left hand instead of you.

izuku vows to never get another injury again; though his incentives might be slightly skewed.

✎𓂃TODOROKI SHOTO。°˖⌕

it is never a smart idea to have sex in your partner’s childhood home. it’s one thing to fuck in their bedroom; but it’s a whole other bridge to cross when it’s in their parents’ bedroom.

that being said, todoroki hates needlessly having to go to his childhood home. however, fuyumi is out of town for work; being that none of his siblings except for him could house sit and that shoto has a soft spot for his older sister, he decided to just suck it up.

luckily for him, you offer to keep him company for the next few days at his childhood home and shoto would never pass up an offer for the chance to be alone with you - considering both your inflexible work schedules and the fact that you both have roommates, shoto knew this would be a once in an annual experience.

so it was inevitable, really, that shoto would come home from a long day of patrolling and to see you donned in sexy, red lingerie, strolling up to him with your manicured hands placed delicately on his chest. and, being the succubus that you are, you both decided to do the deed in the nicest bedroom in todoroki estate: his father’s bedroom.

with every flex of his hips, shoto has you and the bed nearly folded into one being - you're moaning, begging for him to go faster as you grapple pathetically onto his shoulders while he grunts, grabbing the headboard to speed up his movements.

“that's it, pretty girl, just like that,” shoto groans, lifting your thigh to place it on his shoulder and this new position means that you feel it so much more; but it also means that the legs of the bed start scraping on the hardwood floor... and has the headboard always been so creaky?

you get your answer when a snap! releases above your head and you're about to look up when the middle of the bed caves in with a pitiful oomphh. at this point, the duochrome haired man is still snug inside you and he quickly wraps a hand behind your head to cushion the fall. the silence is ridiculously loud until you both look at each other and burst out laughing.

“my dad is going to kill me,” shoto sighs into your neck and you comfort him with a few soft touches to the nape of his head.

naturally, the pair of you continue your romp in other places of the todoroki home and by the time fuyumi comes back, she's met with a raging enji todoroki holding a sketchy, sprawled out note of:

“sorry >:] - shoto.”

✎𓂃KIRISHIMA EIJIROU。°˖⌕

kirishima regards himself as someone with high restraint and while that does dwindle when he's around you, he's still able to control himself, despite the lust-filled glances and borderline sexual touches you throw at him.

today is not one of those times.

he’s already very pent up, extremely touch starved from this three week long mission away from you. yeah, they bagged the villain, as to he expected. but at what cost? he’s found company in two pillows and pictures of you in the meantime but they do little to quell his thirst for you.

it’s around 5am when you pick him up from the airport and even though you’re both tired as hell - kirishima being jet lagged and you not being used to waking up at these ungodly hours, - the way you touch him is not that of an exhausted woman. and given the days, weeks he’s had, who was he to deny you?

throwing his suitcases haphazardly in the trunk of his your car, nary a word is said as he throws you on to his lap in the backseat, touching and fondling every bit of you to relieve himself. the red head is rockhard in mere minutes (no pun intended) and the two of you don’t even bother to partake in foreplay, both pent up from the time apart.

kirishima grunts into your neck, the back of your thighs sat in his wide palms as he hammers into you, “missed this pussy so damn m-much, fuck.” it’s desperate and the windows start fogging as an effect of the rushed ministrations but you can’t find it in yourselves to care much.

kirishima lets go of one of your thighs to hoist it around his hips, opting to place a palm on the window and unknowingly leaving a incriminating handprint.

it was just his luck that the paparazzi caught wind of the heroes that would be leaving this airport, camping outside of the building all morning. it was just their luck that they recognised red riot’s car sat idol in the parking lot. with their cameras set to burst multiple frames a second, they make a beeline to the car… and upon further inspection, they notice the car shaking slightly, as if there were somebody inside.

it’s a shame that all the paps didn’t exactly get the memo of what was going on, with a bright faced obvious newbie giddily taking a photo, flash and sound click on at full blast.

the shaking stops and muffled shuffling ensues. the group of shutterbugs are mortified to see a ragged kirishima exit the car, brows furrowed and lips pursed.

the paps didn’t really lose much out of this equation, though: who even needs those photos when a hefty check was on offer instead?

#bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #bnha headcannons #midoriya x reader #todoroki x reader #bnha smut #bakugou smut #todoroki smut #midoriya smut #kirishima smut #bnha x reader #— uma thirsts <\\3 #✎𓂃stamped: (my hero academia)。°˖⌕

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lovelyiida · 1 year

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mha marriage headcanons<3

INCLUDES: bakugo, iida, midoriya, denki, kirishima, sero

WARNINGS: implied fem reader, vulgar language, sexual themes.

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KATSUKI BAKUGO

• the both of you always have hectic schedules...being pro heroes and all.

even when you guys are apart, you never shut up about each other. Especially bakugo whether that be interviews, events, etc. he's always about 'my wife my wife my wife.'

when both of you finally have time off, you need to be physically ripped off one another. hip to hip, chest to chest, lips to lips, you name it.

he loves it when he's finally able to relax from his hard days and come home and cuddle with his wife, he's not able to show his timid side all the time, he was so thankful for you.

you were the sun, moon, and stars for him. nothing you could do was bad in his eyes.

that's why if anyone ever talked shit about you, he'd lose his shit.

pull the "do you know who the fuck I am? Do you know who my wife is?"

he's just so happy to have you.

IZUKU MIDORIYA

the. perfect. husband.

anything you want, you get.

hair? done. nails? did.

he feels bad that he's never really there due to him being the top pro hero. so he always makes sure you're taken care of.

multiple calls day and night, he loves to hear your voice...or moans.

loves to show you off when he can, usually at special events where he's able to bring a date.

"hey! have you met my wife? she's lovely isn't she?"

"yeah my wife and I have been married for three years now, she's the most perfect wife I could ever have!"

TENYA IIDA

high school sweethearts, proposed at graduation.

had the biggest wedding out of everyone

values both of your privacy very deeply, one day he caught a peeping tom at your vacation villa. finding out that it was the paparazzi, he punched him square in the mouth.

wants kids, very, VERY, badly.

preferably 3 (2 boys and 1 girl).

if you ever were pregnant, he'd spoil you ROTTEN.

not one finger would be lifted.

sadly, Iida is the type to have favorites (he's a girl dad, no questions)

will do anything and everything for you, sometimes he does too much.

"I don't need your help, Iida"

"baby please."

SHOUTO TODOROKI

he didn't love you at first...

forced into a quirk marriage, it was cold, quiet, and lonely.

things would be so awkward, laying in a bed with a stranger that you are miraculously married to.

he knew that you didn't want your marriage to turn out like this, not speaking to each other only when necessary, empty conversations, and no signs of love or adoration besides a hand held in public outings.

so he decided to get to know you.

sooner than later, your relationship began to blossom into a beautiful relationship. the both of you felt like teenagers falling in love, the bond you discovered was so deep and intimate, it was love at second sight.

he became absolutely smitten for you, so smitten, he decided he wanted to get re-married. and you gladly complied.

BIG RING. BIG WEDDING. BIG CAKE.

he cried seeing you walk down the aisle, he honestly cried the whole wedding. he was so thankful for a woman like you in his life.

HUGE HONEYMOON.

EJIRO KIRISHIMA

beautiful marriage, a happy home , and way too many kids. six youngsters in total, 4 girls and 2 boys.

no one expected you to have so many kids, he just can't help to be all over your beautiful body.

from the loud tea partys with sharp plastic tiaras and itchy too-toos, to the late video game nights, he loves every moment with his children. and to top it off, he gets to kiss you goodnight.

even though you two have so many children, they have never been seen by the public. only photos of them when they were just born.

if he ever found out that his children were exposed to the media, he will go apeshit.

loves all of his kids, there are no favorites in this household.

but if he did have a favorite, it would be you.

DENKI KAMINARI

also, high school sweethearts, split up before graduation but got back together two years later.

it took a couple of years before Denki popped the big question, he wanted to be sure about your relationship before he made such a big commitment.

the proposal was intimate and private, just like the wedding. only your and his closest friends and family could attend. he wanted to make sure things were absolutely perfect.

the both of you are the peoples' favorite couple, always seen on variety shows/competitions.

CANNOT keep his hands off of you, no matter where you are.

in private or in public, his hand would be on your lower back when standing, or when you'd be sitting next to him he would rest his head on top of yours whilst his hand caressing your thigh.

from someone who is known to be of higher energy, he loves that he's able to be his calmer self around you.

he just can't get enough of you.

SERO HANTA

the last to marry

he loves you SO MUCH

he also had a big wedding, but the honeymoon was amazing, so amazing, it became the reason why you had two beautiful children today.

while they may not be angels, they are yours.

sometimes sero and your little devils would play pranks on you, hearing their loud giggles and tiny footstep ran away from you, it was annoying but you loved it.

sometimes you would come home from a patrolling shift and see sero singing the kids to sleep as he softly strings at his guitar.

you think to yourself how you wouldn't have it any other way.

hello guys!!! glad to be back for a little, I know I've been gone for a long time but I've been in school and it's currently beating my ass. hopefully I'll have more time to write soon.

also, like my new user and theme??

- lovleyiida<3

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spheixrie · 3 months

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HOW THEY WOULD MAKE YOUR KIDS GO TO BED (pt. 1?)

So like you're always the one to take the kids to bed right? Since your husband always comes home late since he's busy with hero work. So now you go out with the girls for a girls night, you leave your husband and your kid/s at home and tell your husband to get the kids to sleep by 8:30 (since sleep is important HAHXHAHAHAHAH) anyways you leave your child in the hands of your husband, not knowing what kind of shit they been through while you were gone..

Ft: Midoriya, Bakugo, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero

IZUKU MIDORIYA

He tries to get the kid to bed and fails miserably. He couldnt handle that little pouty face and those big puppy eyes.

"Mommy said to go to bed by 8:30 didn't she? Well look at the time honey it's 8:30" Izuku says as he tries to calm your kid down.

"NO! I DONT WANNA! I DONT WANNA!" Your kid shouts back as a reply and sticks out their tongue at your husband. "I just wanna stay up and watch All Might!"

Izuku sighs and tries again "Come on baby.. Mommy's gonna be mad at me if you dont sleep right now, we can watch tomorrow yeah?"

Cue the puppy dog eyes. "Please?" Kid bats their eyelashes at your man and he completely loses it.

You come home at around 11:47 and you find your husband and your kid on the couch dressed up in All Might onesies as an All Might video played on the screen.

"Couldn't get them to sleep?" You chuckle as you take off your coat.

"I am so sorry honey" Izuku sighs with a defeated tone "They gave me a hard time"

You just laugh softly and walk over to them, planting a kiss on your husband's cheek "Now you know what I go through while you're at work" you sit down beside them as your child offers you a bowl of popcorn. "Want some, Mommy?" they say as they beam at you. You laugh and ruffle their hair "Dont think that you arent in trouble for staying late, honey"

"But mommm, this is the only time i get to spend time with dad, just us two" They plead as they give a pouty face. You sigh and smile, "I guess you're right" you look at Izuku as he gives you a big thumbs up. You shrug "I guess I can let this slide" You smile. "YAYYYY!!" your child exclaims as you pull you child and husband for a hug. "Thanks honey" Izuku whispers at you, giving you a kiss on the lips.

"Daddd" you kid averts their eyes. "EWWWW!!" he shouts as you and Izuku laughs.

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

Man is having a hard time getting this kid to bed. Since this dude has a sleep schedule of a grandpa, bro's shouting at his kid to get tf to sleep or else he's gonna blow their face up. Ofcourse the kid counters his attacks with the same stubborn attitude until you come home and find them in the kid's bedroom.

"GO TO SLEEP YOU BRAT!" Katsuki shouts. "HELL NO OLD MAN! I AINT GONNA LISTEN TO YOU AND YOUR STUPID SLEEP SCHEDULE!" Your kid fights back.

"MOM LETS ME STAY LATER THAN THIS TIME!"

"WELL I AINT YOUR MOM SO SUCK IT AND GET YOUR ASS TO SLEEP!"

"NO! YOU SUCK IT AND SWALLOW! IM NOT LISTENING TO YOU!"

"YOU DARE TALK BACK TO ME?"

"YEAH THAT'S HOW A CONVERSATION WORKS!"

"WHY YOU LITTLE PIECE OF-"

And they go on and on for hours until the neighbors call you about the noise and you have no choice to go home. You mutter angrily as you drive home. You throw your shoes on the shoe rack and drop your coat off on the couch, marching angrily towards the kid's room. When you opened the door you were not expecting to see them on the bed asleep, your kid on Katsuki's chest as he held an arm around them. On the floor was a pile of board games and book. You sigh and smile softly at the sight, walking towards the edge of the bed Katsuki stirs in his sleep, he blinks his eyes and his gaze fixes upon you.

"Oh, hey baby" He sits up, careful not to wake up your kid. "You're home early"

"I sure am" You chuckle as you kneel down and pick up the boxes of games and books off the floor. "The neighbors told them they heard a commotion, inside our home" You look up at him with tired eyes.

Katsuki sits up and sets your kid on the bed "Sorry 'bout that, baby.. Kid wasn't listening to a word I said.." He says scratching his neck. "I shoulda tried a more different approach than yelling eh?"

"It's fine, babe" You stand up and kiss your husband's cheek. You set the games and books on the nightstand and lean into his ear "But you owe me for ruining my night out"

Katsuki takes your hand and looks you in the eye "I think I sure do" He smirks.

SHOTO TODOROKI

He does try to get the kid to sleep, but the kid is too stubborn. He doesn't want to be like his dad towards his kid, so he does the only logical thing that comes into his mind. He just lets them do what ever.

"You need to sleep now, your mom told me that you need to sleep by this time" Shoto says to his kid who he has already tucked comfortably in bed.

His kid just pouts "But daddd, I wanna stay up late. Mommy rarely makes me stay up late! Plus, it's just us" your child kicks off their blanket and scooches closer to your husband. "I wanna spend time with you daddy! You're always busy at work, I wanna spend time with you" You kid smiles happily and Shoto just crumbles.

"Alright... but don't tell your mom"

"YES!"

You come home to them in the living room playong tea house with a cartoon playing on the tv. Stuffed toys (all having bows and other assorted accessories) were seated all around them. Shoto was dressed up in one of your dresses with his hair done. He was holding up a tea cup while your child was pouring non existent tea into it. You smile at the sight

"What happened to "asleep by 8:30?" " You chuckle as you walked towards them.

Shoto just shrugged before drinking his non existent tea and holds his tea cup for his child to refill it, "I couldn't say no to that face, plus it's non everyday I get to spend time with them like this, I wanna give them the childhood they deserve. I dont want them growing up like me" He says as he looks at you apologetically. "Sorry"

You laugh softly as you sit beside him, giving him a kiss on the cheek "Dont apologize honey, Im glad you're doing this for our baby. You can stay up for as long as you like, just dont blame me if you're both cranky in the morning"

"YAYYYYY!" you child exclaims as they jump up and down happily

Shoto chuckles and gives you a soft kiss "Thank you, honey"

EIJIROU KIRISHIMA

He tries to be the bad cop at first, getting your kid to bed and all, but then your kid starts to throw a tantrum saying they dont want to sleep yet. Your husband keeps on insisting that they have to listen and sleep, but then you kid pulls put the fucking puppy eyes on your husband and he completely loses.

"Come on, pebble! Didn't mommy say that bed time is 8:30? Look at the time! It's time to sleep!" Eijirou says enthusiastically, trying to get your toddler to sleep.

Instead they stick out their tongue and throw a tantrum. "No! I dont wanna! I dont wanna!"

"Hey dont shout at me! I already gave you ice cream after dinner even though im not supposed to! You better listen or I am not holding back" Eijirou says trying to make your kid go to sleep.

"No!" your kid pouts. "I do not want to sleep yet!" They look at Eijirou with puppy eyes. "Please, please, pleaseeee, daddy?" cue the eyelash batting

Eijirou fucking Kirishima on the other hand, loses it, COMPLETELY.

You unlock the front door and hear noise coming from the kid's bedroom. You walk towards it and open the door. Your kid and husband was sound asleep pn the bed... or so they thought they had you fooled. Scattered on the floor were action figures and dolls, and on Eijirou's head was a little bow headband. They pretended to snore noisily and you saw your kid peeking to see if you left, then went back to snoring.

You sniffle a laughter as you walk towards them and drape a blanket on top of them.

"Oh wow I guess they did a good job of going to bed eh?" You say loudly and start walking to the door. "Well too bad, they wont get to have those nuggets and fries I brought" You say loudly.

"FRIES?!" Both of them jumps out of bed and looks at you expectantly. You raise a brow and puts your hands to your hips.

"You really think im that dumb to fall for your so called trick?" You ask with a disappointed look on your face.

Eijirou laughs and rubs the back of his neck "Sorry baby... It was hard saying no to that face"

You roll your eyes and laughs "Now you know what i go through"

Eijirou laughs too "Yeah.. Do we still get to eat those nuggets though?" He asks hopefully.

"Oh the nuggets? Yeah that was a trick" You smirk as dread washes over their faces "Yeah it was a trick, now go to sleep, both of you, or im not cooking nuggets for breakfast"

DENKI KAMINARI

My man Denki here is actually a pretty chill dad, and his kids would do anything he says... if he does something for them first. He actually does a pretty decent job in getting them to sleep, sure he had a couple pf teensy weensy condition but atleast he got them to sleep... at maybe 11:30.

"Hey theree, so like, I know it's not cool to sleep at this hour but like, Im kinda scared of your mommy so if you kids love your daddy, please go to sleep I'm begging you" He says as you toddler is already tucked in bed.

Your kid just shrugs and says "Okay"

Denki, bless his ass, is very very confused "Wait really?"

"Yes, dad" Your toddler nods

"Huh, that was.. pretty easy? Uh so, goodnight hon" He says and kisses your kid on the forehead.

Your toddler smirks and pulls up the big fucking puppy eyes "But before I sleep... can i have one eensy weensy favour?"

Denki you prick

You come home to see the lights in the living room out. Okay that's nice, that means Denki actually got the kid to sleep. You walked toward the room and peek through the door, you smile at the sight. There you see Denki and your baby wrapped in blankets as Denki reads your kid, who was already asleep, a bed time story.

You walk in when he finishes reading and closes the book.

"You did a pretty great job eh?" You say as you kiss your husband on the forehead. "Wasnt to hard eh?"

Denki nods tiredly "Yeah you could say that" He smiles softly.

"Thank you baby, im gonna freshen up" With that, you walk outside, leaving Denki to tuck your toddler in for the night. Little did you know that to get your kid to sleep involved 2 tubes of ice cream, 3 rounds of Mario Cart, 5 Mickey Mouse episodes and 1 fairytale story. Yeah Denki was definitely sleeping for a long time.

SERO HANTA

He's also a chill dad, but when his kid says they don't wanna sleep, it's always 20% 'no, go to bed' and 80% 'sure do whatever, go apeshit'. And oh boy do things get tricky.

"Look, chubbs. Mommy said bed time is 8:30. And it's already, 8:30. So come on you need to sleep" Sero says to your child who was watching a cartoon movie.

Instead they stick out their tongue "No! I wanna finish this movie!" they bat their eyelashes and give Sero the puppy eyes "Pleaseee, dad?"

Sero blinks "Uh sure go ahead" He says sitting beside you kid with a lazy grin on his face.

Your kid, confused, just blinks "Uh, wait, really?" they look at him expectantly

Sero just shrugs and takes a handful of popcorn from the bowl "Yeah sure, I aint scared of your mom, plus it's mot everyday we get to do this sooo, go crazy" he grins and takes another handful of popcorn and pops it in his mouth.

6 movies and 1 cry-a-thon later

You open the door and walk into the living room to see Sero watching a movie with your kid laying on his lap, a blanket draped over them.

Sero looks at you and closes the tv. "Hey mi amor, how was you night out?"

You look at your kid and your husband "Did you let them stay up late?"

Sero just shrugs "Yeah, sorry bout' that. But it's not everyday they get to do this with me y'know?" He smiles at you and you just scoff.

"You're lucky I love you" You say.

He sets his kid on the couch and stands up, he walks over to you and kisses you on the cheek "Love ya too babe"

• • •

"How many movies did you watch?"

".... Maybe 5 or 6?.."

• • •

"Okay, you're sleeping in the living room tonight, Sero"

"Aw man"

THAT'S ALL FOR TODAY BABES. IM THINKING OF MAKING A PART TWO WITH THE OTHER BNHA BOYS SO COMMENT IF YOU'D WANT TO SEE MORE. THANK U FOR READING!!

#bakugou x reader #bakugou #bnha oneshots #bnha x reader #izuku midoriya #shoto todoroki #sero hanta #denki kaminari #kirishima #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou #kaminari x reader #sero x reader #izuku x reader #bnha

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willowser · 11 months

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ma’am i only found your blog yesterday but your ex hubby bakugo got me in a trance, and i hsjsksksksksk, but ill present you: ‘drunk ex husband bakugo’ i- i mean he would be so silly and calls you at 1am to tell you how much he loves you and the little one and how much he misses you, babbles away all the nonsense else, but the way he murmurs and mumbles silly things on the phone got you giggle at midnight (and sad at the time because holy hell you miss him too), then you have to talk him out of it to go home and sleep, he listens, he goes home, yeah, and 10 minutes later he shows up at your front door (still hella woozy) because he is just that stupidly drunk and he has always wanted to go home to you :((

ANON ??? OUCH ????? THIS MAKES ME SAD AKFJSODHAIA

i've always wanted to do drunk ex-whathaveyou bakugou that shows up at your door too late 🥺 but in this instance !! i feel like. you get a few calls in the middle of the night, but they're very short ?? like you wake up to your phone ringing and it's his number, so you're reaching for it, but it stops before you can answer. and you're thinking, "darn i must have slept through the first few rings," and as you're typing out a text to check in with him, he calls again for like two rings, and then it stops. and then he calls and it rings for one and then it stops.

and so now you're like — okay maybe he's butt-dialing me LOL but he tries again like 20 minutes later and you're so tired of the ring-tone that you answer it as fast as you can and just listen, waiting to see if you can hear his voice distantly, as if you're down in his back-pocket.

but he grumbles, "—the fuck? hello?"

and you ask him, "uh hey, have you been trying to call me?" but you're almost certain he doesn't hear you, because half-way through you are able to hear the loud background music and then the sound of shuffling, his grumpy lil "—the fuck off me, 'm—shut th'hell up—'m on the DAMN PHONE!"

clearly, there's a struggle, so you just kind of wait, worried you're about to hear your ex-husband get nerfed while on patrol maybe ?? but then the music drops away and is replaced by a barely-there scratchy wind, and he's breathless when he asks if you're still there.

"yeah, no, i'm still here. is...everything okay?"

he huffs, so heavy into the phone that the static almost hurts your ears. "whadda'you think?"

it's bitter enough that you blink in the darkness of your room, before glaring at the opposite wall. "excuse me?"

"fuck, 'm sorry, i—fuck." he inhales audibly, stuttering. "i'm sorry."

you frown, head turning; he sounds lazy, like he can't be assed to speak properly, and he's speaks impolitely on the regular — but it's never this bad. all his words sound curved, looped together, and he's shuffling too much on the other end, sniffing loud and mumbling to himself. almost like he's—

"are you...drunk?"

you're expecting an immediate no, even if evidence is proving otherwise, because he's not a drinker. occasionally, when he's out for dinner or at one of kirishima's backyard barbecues, but it's so infrequent that his tolerance is low, for someone of his size. it doesn't take much to have him a little sloshed, and he hates it, not only for the feeling the day after, but because his mouth tends to run. more than usual.

"it's that fuckin'—dunce head ass 'n his—stupid piano teeth, tape-face—"

kaminari and sero, you think. you think.

"'n i didn't want to fuckin' come to shit like this, ever. because they're so 'blah fuckin' blah, get over yourself', as if i'm—whatever. dumbasses." he pauses, and before you can finish piecing together what he's trying to say, he continues. "'n i'm not even like them, because they're fucking losers, and i don't—i don't even want that chick's number, okay? i don't fuckin' care, okay?"

your heart throbs dangerously, suddenly swollen and too tender, at the very thought of him and someone else, and you have to squeeze your eyes shut tight. "bakugou—"

"bakugou?" he cuts you off loudly, offended. "'r'you fuckin'—sorry, shit. bakugou? you're a goddamn bakugou—"

you have the throw the blankets off your lap so that you can hurry to your bedroom door, to shut it before hissing at him. "i'm not gonna sit here and get cussed out, katsuki. we're divorced."

"sorry! fuck, i'm—i mean—sorry, sorry. 'm not—it ain't at you, y'know? you know that, right?"

and you do. you do know that. it's just how he talks, he would tell you, and he would cut down on it for a little while before it inevitably came back and — it just hurts, at times. to be on the receiving end of his hottest flame.

"yeah," you tell him quietly, leaning against the door when he sighs. "yeah, i know."

"she—" he groans, deep and frustrated. "she fuckin'—god, sorry. she did that t'me all th'time, y'know? 'cut the fuckin' attitude, katsuki,' 'n then fuckin' SMACK!" you can hear the sharp sound of his slap, metallic, like he's against a lamp post or something. "but then she's comin' up t'my room, all like, 'y'know i love you' 'n—how 'm i suppos' t'know that stuff?"

he's never really spoken about his childhood; his parents, yes, through comments here and there about how they irritated him, but nothing serious. you've seen firsthand how tumultuous his relationship with his mother is, and she still smacks him around, but he's big now, much bigger than she is; you never considered what it was like for him, when he was younger.

even if he is drunk, even if he won't remember tomorrow — you still want to be there for him.

you realize he's waiting for an answer, with how long he's quiet, and you shrug to yourself before gently saying, "i don't know, katsuki. it sounds like it would have been very confusing."

"yeah, i mean—" he exhales slowly, though the end trails off into a growl, as if he's grown frustrated again. "i would never fuckin' hit you."

"i know that, katsuki, and i've never thought you would. and i would never hit you, either, y'know?"

"yeah," he repeats, and you can hear him swallowing, the sound so thick that you think he might choke. "i'd never hit you, or—or—hey, where is he? i wanna talk to 'im."

at the mention of your son, you peek down the hall to make sure his door isn't open, that he's not snooping around like you've caught him doing lately — but it's still mostly closed, and you don't hear any little feet against the hardwood.

you squint at your phone, blinded momentarily at the blue-light as you check the time. "it's the middle of the night, katsuki, he's asleep."

"did he have a good day?"

"yeah, he—"

"tell me about it. tell me th-the whole thing."

and — you do, as he listens and grunts and murmurs little things you don't catch. occasionally, he'll groan, really quiet like he's trying not to cry, and it's after the third time he asks to speak to him again that you finally decide to call him an uber.

and you put in his home address !!! but not thirty minutes later, you are sort of roused out of sleep because he's lightly knocking on your door, in the middle of the night, and you have to get up and go check so he doesn't wake your son up !!!!

and he's probably a MESS, all red-faced and SAD, rubbing at his eyes, almost tripping into your house because he was leaning against the door. it's not even worth arguing about getting him to his actual home because it's late and he's being a little loud, so you just give him some water and make him lay down on the couch and — he's out like a light right away LOL

but. you wake up a few hours later to him laying in your bed, on top of the blankets, his pants are on the floor but his shirt and jacket are still on LOL and he's not quite touching you, but if you jostle even a little bit, his face will press into your back 🥺 you don't know when he got up and came into your room, but he was sober enough to be quiet about it, and when you wake up in the morning, he's already re-dressed and sitting with your son at the kitchen table 🥺

WAAAAHHH i made this so sad. i'm so sorry akjfajfajaljfa he's such a BABY !!! god help me, bc if it really was me, i would take him back in a heartbeat LOL

#he looks like shit — well as shitty as someone as beautiful as him could possibly look LOL #and he's clearly so hungover but your son is eating breakfast and bouncing in his seat bc his dad is here 🥺#and kiri eventually shows up to get him and bakugou just awkwardly apologizes and promises he's never drinking again LMAOO #cw children #✿ willow writes #✿ ask willow #✿ thoughts: bakugou #✿ theme: dad bakugou #✿ theme: ex husband bakugou

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gglitch1dd · 5 months

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I don’t know if your still open to the Angry Dilf series (I ate those up btw *chiefs kiss*)

But it would be very interesting to read a one-shot where Reader and Bakugo or Kirishima (or Both) react to finding out their precious daughter has a boyfriend/sneaky link.

Bc I see these two as major over-protective girl dads who will punch a sucker, especially if they find out this guys has been in any intimate/sexual relationship with their daughter.

Just an idea! Love your work, stay motivated 💗💕💗💕💖💞

[This was such a nice idea!! Thank you for bringing it to me, love! I wanted to write for Eijiro for this because he loves his girls SOO Much. I hope you like it!]

An Early Grave

Warning: Some gross talking by a douche bag, mentions of blood, punching, violence.

Eijiro stood in the kitchen, trying his breathing exercises as he tried not to absolutely burst an artery. You had told him to behave and to act nicely, however, Eijiro did not play nicely when it came to one of his girls. He couldn’t. They were his girls, his babies and he would do anything to protect them. And right now, one of his baby girls were sitting on the couch, giggling at something some stupid boy was saying.

Honestly, he couldn’t be that funny.

Eijiro thought he was going to peel his skin off at the sound. He loved the sound of his girls laughing,

But for some stupid guy?

He groaned as he tried his best not to absolutely kick that guy out of his house. You chuckled drawing his attention. You had your arms wrapped around you as you looked at your large husband. He looked absolutely gut wrenched almost as if he was seconds away from being sent to an early grave.

“Mom,” Your daughter had spoken anxiously when she had confided in you in wanting to bring the boy she was talking to home. You were honestly shocked she was talking to you, because Satomi always talked to her father. They had always been close so you never really minded but you knew she was nervous about this. “You know how Daddy is. I’m going to send him to an early grave.” She had slumped forward, putting her head in her hands.

You chuckled. “Your father is going to be upset regardless, Satomi. You know how he feels about you dating in high school.” You reminded him about the talk that her father gave every daughter the moment they were old enough to view boys as anything more than being infested with cooties. “Just be easy with him and it will all be fine.”

Well it wasn’t so fine, because your husband looked like he was about to go dig a hole in the backyard and either bury himself or the boy who currently had his arm around your daughter.

“He literally can’t be that funny, Y/N.” Eijiro gestured with an angry whisper over to you. “I mean, what type of man is he!? He doesn’t even greet me properly. Who the hell does he think he is, calling me just Kirishima?” He asked with furrowed eyebrows, a deep frown on his face. Your tall beast of a husband was clearly ready to kill over this. “I swear to God Y/N I’m going to-”

“Daddy!” Immediately you watched your husband force a smile to his face as he face where your daughter had just entered. She was dressed in a pretty sundress that made her look absolutely beautiful. Satomi had always been on the chubby side but it suited her exponentially as she had a broad smile on her beautiful face, her cheeks pushing up as she looked to the two of you. Her dyed red hair fell down her back. “We’re going to be heading out soon to the park, I’m just going to fetch my jacket and shoes.” She notified the both of you.

Eijiro kept his smile on his face as he tilted his head to the side, swallowing back the pain that sat inside him. You giggled quietly. “Okay princess.”

She looked down at her outfit and held the skirt of her dress. “Do I look nice?” She asked a bit self-consciously. “I don’t want to look much, you know?”

You moved to put a hand on her shoulder with a tender smile. “You look beautiful, honey.” You assured her, putting a hand to her cheek. She blushed as her smile grew.

Your husband nodded as he moved over to the two of you. “You really do princess.” He praised as he replaced your hands with his own as he held her chubby cheeks in his large hands. He actually held a genuine smile on his face as his ruby eyes stared down at hers. “You look wonderful.” He placed a kiss to her forehead making her release a happy excited squeal.

“Okay! Okay, let me go!” She waved before moving out of the kitchen, moving to go to the stairs.

The moment she was gone, you watched your husband nearly collapse at your side, moving to wrap himself around you. You chuckled as you moved a hand to rub around your husband’s back comfortingly. “Aww, Eijiro, calm down. It’s okay big guy.” He let out a grumble, his face buried in your neck. It was almost comedic at how such a big man like your husband, former prohero and loving father with enough love and warm arms to hold the sky from falling on anyone, could feel so small. “This was coming eventually.” You reminded him.

“Don’t remind me.” He groaned as he lifted his head to rest on your head instead. A small pout on his face. “At least Reika doesn’t increase my blood pressure like this.”

You chuckled as he mentioned your eldest daughter who was much too busy being a sidekick and training to be a Prohero to want to date (she was actually so much like her himbo father, she never noticed people hitting on her). You patted Eijiro’s side as you picked up your youngest daughter from her baby share, moving to grab a bottle from where it was being heated. She had already basically sucked your breasts dry but she was still hungry. All your past babies were always so hungry that you weren’t even surprised and always ready for such situations.

Surprisingly, entering the room was the said boy who had been in your sitting room. Daiki had his hands in his pockets as he entered the kitchen. “Hey, Mrs Kirishima, could I have some water?” He asked with a tilt of his head.

“Of course.” You smiled before looking to your husband with a sweet smile. “Eijiro.”

Your husband looks as if you had just slapped him in the face. He motioned to you as if asking you ‘Do I have to?’ You gave him a pointed look motioning to the babbling baby you had in your arms and the milk bottle in the other. He bit back any comment as he stood up to fetch a glass for Daiki, grumbling to himself.

You looked back to Daiki as if nothing had happened. “So, Daiki, how did you and Satomi meet?” You asked him.

He turned to look at you. “I’m in the other management class at UA so we had a project together in second year and have been talking ever since.” He nodded his head.

“Oh that’s cute.” You smiled as you moved to put the nipple of the bottle to your babygirl’s mouth. You turned to your husband who had aggressively put down the glass in front of Daiki before going back to sit down on one of the island stools. “Isn’t that cute, Eijiro?” Your husband just grumbled as he glared at Daiki. You rolled your eyes. “So Daiki, what made you choose the management course?”

��My parents are in hero management.” He commented. “They work for the Hero Commission actually.”

“Really?” You asked surprised.

He nodded. “Mr and Mrs Nakamura, have you met them, Kirishima?”

You watched your husband visibly hold back himself as he gripped the marble counter. “I doubt.” He let out curt and short. You gave him a pointed look, making him sigh. “What department do they work in?”

“International.”

“Then no.”

You rolled your eyes at your husband. Before looking back at Daiki who clearly could feel the tension in the room. He gulped down the water before putting back down the empty glass. He also forced a smile to his face. “Thank you, for the water.” He said. “I think I’ll go wait for Satomi outside.” He motioned outside. His phone started to vibrate. He quickly answered it, seeing it as an escape goat as he left towards the entrancehall away from the both of you.

You looked to your husband with a pointed look. He looked to you surprised. “What did I say?” He asked almost genuinely confused. You ignored him as you left to go sit down and feed your little newborn in peace.

Eijiro sighed. Was he being irrational?

Yes.

But honestly, he thought he could be excused from it. To be fair, Satomi could have brought a man that was a walking saint and Eijiro would still find a problem with him if he were honest with himself. He sighed as he ran a hand through his black hair that had started to develop a few grey strands. He should apologize. He was the adult and Daiki was an eighteen year old boy. He couldn’t lie and say he was probably doing worse things at that age than Daiki is. He cursed your influence on him as he stood up and moved towards the entrance hall.

He was a man of honour and a manly one. If this was the guy that made his daughter happy, he should at least be open to him. He walked towards the door before the words he heard made him stop in his tracks.

“I mean yah, Satomi is cool I guess, but I thought you said she would be easy, man? I mean yah but she never wants to do anything other than make out.” Daiki spoke on the phone, his voice low as he stood on the walkway of the Kirishima’s residence. “Fine, fine. I’ll be patient. Besides you were right, she has too much of a nice ass to be impatient.”

Eijiro couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. Before he could even think of being angry he heard a sniff behind him. He turned around to see his daughter standing behind him. Unshed tears lining her ruby eyes as she looked absolutely heartbroken. Her hands clutched to her chest as she fought sobs from her chest as she looked down away from her father. Before Eijiro could say anything her face broke into quiet cries as she ran back to the stairs, throwing her shoes to the side as she raced up the stairs, catching your attention.

“Yah, yah. I’ve gotta go. I’ll talk to you later dude.” Daiki concluded as he finally put down his phone call. He ended the call. He turned to look back at the doorway but froze. Terror ran down his spine as he was caught still like a deer in headlights.

Eijiro stared down at him not smiling, unmoving, his pupils thin as he looked down at the boy who had dared to speak about his daughter in such a horrible and revolting way. Daiki couldn’t move. He felt like he was staring straight at a predator and that the moment he moved was the moment his fate would be decided. It was finally now that Daiki remembered that Eijiro wasn’t just some retired prohero. The large man spanned his doorway and was large enough that one of his fists could equate to Daiki’s head.

He was Red Riot. The unbreakable hero that could quite literally run through solid concrete. A trained soldier who probably killed villains and was able to smile sweetly the next day to the press.

And Daiki was his next assignment to deal with.

Daiki took a step back with a chuckle. “Sir, I-”

Before he could get a word in, Eijiro had swung a hard fist to his face. Daiki had barely been able to stumble back on the floor before, Eijiro was on top of him, his large calloused fists, beating into the boy as if he was nothing but a sack of flour.

“Eijiro, what-” You had just walked to the doorway when you froze. Blood was on your husband’s hands as he broke the kid’s nose. Your husband had nothing human in his eyes as his pupils stayed locked onto Daiki. You gasped as you moved a hand to your mouth in shock. “Eijiro!” You shouted as you ran over to him, your training quickly kicking in before he killed that poor boy. You used your quirk to quickly wrap white chains around him that stemmed from your hand. You rooted your feet into the ground as you tried pulling him off of the boy. “Eijiro! Don’t kill him! He’s a boy!” You reminded him loudly.

Your husband, paused at the sound of your voice, adrenalin pumping through his body as he looked down at the bloody faced boy. Daiki coughed as he bit back a pained groan. Eijiro let out a disgusted growl as he thrusted the boy down against the ground, standing up on his two feet. He scowled down at him. “If I ever see you or any of your shitty friends anywhere near my daughter again…” It was an open ended threat, one that Daiki didn’t need the rest to hear as he could already tell the severity of what would happen to him. He nodded his head.

Eijiro scowled before motioning for him to get up. “Get off my property before I call the police.” He stated simply as he moved back to the front door. Eijiro had grabbed a hold of you, your chains having disappeared. You were pulled back into the house, Eijiro slamming the door behind him.

“Eijiro!” He had finally let go of you as he moved to the kitchen, moving to the sink to wash his hands. “Eijiro!” He finally paused. You put a hand to your hips. “What happened?”

It took a moment before he answered you.

“Nothing that wasn’t already going to.”

-Glitch1d

#mha x y/n #kirishima x reader #mha #eijiro x reader #eijiro kirishima #dad kirishima #dilf kirishima #kirishima eijirou x reader #eijiro kirishima x reader #kirishima eijiro #kirishima #tw: bl00d

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tired-biscuit · 1 year

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stepdad!kirishima who’s so cuddly and sweet <33

fat breeding kink too ofc :p

18+ fem!reader // cw: stepcest, infidelity

oh, goodness; now i’m just imagining him taking you on little ‘daddy-daughter’ dates even if you’re over twenty and he’s nowhere near at being your real dad.

he wakes you up early in the morning, only mere minutes after your mom leaves for work, and tells you to get dressed so that you can start your day together by what he calls the ‘right’ way. breakfast awaits you when you finally sort yourself out and go trudging down the stairs, still so sleepy and with your mind terribly hazy from said slumber.

the second you enter the kitchen, kirishima works hard to impress you, the vast variety of exceptionally-prepared breakfast foods that sits on the kitchen counter makes that evidently clear for you. unlike yourself, he’s chatty and bubbly even if the hour is early; he’s just so nice. he talks to you with a subtle, albeit genuine, smile plastered on his handsome face as you indulge in the perfect little stack of pancakes he’s whipped up for you, and keeps grinning even as you finish drinking the homemade orange juice that he’s also prepared all by himself.

he’s definitely a morning person.

amongst other things.

wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you realize you’re not all that used to being alone in the house with another person, let alone him. back in the day, every morning used to be just you and your mom or just you whilst she was away at work, so this entire thing is just so new; the terrain is left untrekked. so it’s no wonder why your eyelids, despite the fact that they still feel so very heavy, blink profusely each time he establishes eye contact with you and keeps it there. why your pulse sort of speeds up when he leans in to take away your plate and utensils and you can smell just the faintest hint of his bodywash.

inhaling the slightly piney smell, you try not to pay any mind to either of those things because the thoughts to riddle you at the whiff of the scent are stupid anyway, they’re as silly as the girl he probably sees you as. but goddammit; as he turns away from you to face the sink so that he can quickly wash the dishes and leave them out to dry, his back muscles turn prominent underneath the thin white t-shirt he wears, and you can’t help but feel just the tiniest amount of jealousy for your own mother start to plague your mind.

after all, her new husband — your new stepdad, remember that — is just so dreamy. his shoulders are broad, his smile is big and kind. you already know how strong he is, you’ve seen him work out in the basement and come home all sweaty and buzzing with energy after the longest run you’d personally never be able to finish. the life that burns in his eyes makes him look so young, and when he leaves his hair down like this… good lord.

you try to push away the filth that continues to swirl in your head even as you finish up with breakfast and he leads you to his car. the drive is nice, he lets you pick the music and even compliments your taste. you try not to stare at him too much but you simply can’t resist a couple of glances here and there.

he’s a good driver, he knows his road manners well. the third time you look at him from the corner of your eye, he catches you but says nothing. instead, all he does is tap his fingers against the steering wheel in a way you’d almost call impatient. the corner of his mouth keeps kicking upwards. who knows what he’s thinking about.

when you arrive to your first destination, he takes you shopping and lets you buy whatever you want just so that he can make a good, hopefully lasting, impression on you that will make you like him even more than you secretly already do. he’s your new stepdad — your attractive, buff, so big that he could probably toss you over his shoulder with absolutely no trouble — stepdad. you’re still a bit wary around him; eyeing him from the side and acting so adorably bashful as you ask him if it’s all right to buy a new skirt you particularly like.

and oddly enough, he tells you that he likes it as well.

you spend the entire day together by going out and about in the city, not just the mall. he buys you both ice cream and doesn’t mind at all when you ask if you can try the flavour he picked, too. with each hour that you pass in each other’s company, you grow closer. you realize that you get along super well, but it doesn’t come as a surprise because he truly is a people kind of person. so charming.

by the time it gets dark out, he drags you to a diner that’s situated close to the highway that will otherwise take you to your new home. it’s almost along the way, he reassures you. the food is so good apparently — him and his best friend bakugou always grab a bite there. you believe him, of course.

the place is nearly deserted, it’s a monday evening and he’s only off work because he made arrangements specifically to spend it with you, but the food indeed is insanely good; just like he’d promised. you keep chatting as you eat in your secluded booth, still having so many subjects to cover; you never seem to run out of them when you’re with him. he listens intently to whatever you have to say, about how it feels somewhat bitter-sweet that you’ll be finishing your last year of college soon, how you’ll miss your roommates, how you need to start job hunting soon.

his foot keeps bumping against your own underneath the table as you talk, talk, talk, and you try to pretend that the — probably accidental — touch doesn’t faze you, but the icy coke you drink certainly becomes extremely helpful when it comes to cooling down the heat that kindles within you all of a sudden. the ice melts on the flat of your tongue so fast.

what it doesn’t help you with, however, is when it comes to enduring the burn of the stretch that his cock provokes inside your pussy the moment he persuades you to join him in the backseat of his car as soon as you exit the diner. but it’s not like it took much persuading to begin with.

the parking lot is abandoned, dark, sketchy. there are no people nearby besides you and him, but there are shadows that twist and dance all over the concrete. it’s nothing like the radiant, sweet man, who you now clumsily exchange kisses with as a means to quiet down the moan that bubbles up your throat as soon as you start to rock your hips against his own whilst sitting on his lap.

his hands are rough to the touch, calloused from years of hard work, as he grabs handfuls of your ass and pushes you further down so that you can at least try and take him entirely. his cock is as big as the rest of him is and once more you’re not surprised by it, even if you are baffled by the fact that he actually enabled you to learn that particular piece of information in the first place.

so yes, you’re fucking your new stepfather. he’s all deep groans and softly-whispered praises as he fills your belly with not just food, but the girth of his dick as well. you try and ride him just like you rode all your previous boyfriends, but it proves to be unsatisfactory because he’s not your boyfriend, is he? he’s your daddy.

and your daddy reminds you of his role when your mother calls, asking him where you’re at, that it’s getting late. biting back a grunt, he has to pretend that he’s driving you both home instead of watching his stepdaughter ride his cock in the backseat of his SUV. that he’s not listening to the quiet little gasps that you keep letting out as he smears your slick and circles your clit with his thumb. that he’s not making you cum just by bucking his hips upward every so often and kissing you so deep that you’re pretty sure you’ll taste him inside your mouth for ages to come.

and he seems to be a nasty motherfucker just like you are, because the moment he hangs up, he makes you quicken your pace and ride him even harder. you need to get home, both of you do, so he tells you he’ll breed you real quick, that he’ll fill you up just because it’ll make you feel so good. that you’ll feel so complete when a part of him reaches so deep into you that you’ll be branded by him forever.

and he’s right, he makes you gush and tighten around him one last time with that promise before he grabs you by the hips and fills you up to the fucking brim. the ropes of white that paint your velvety walls after a couple more of deep, satisfying thrusts feel so warm; they make his cock twitch and his lips quiver before they spill all the praise you’re hastily growing addicted to hearing again and again and again.

“good lil’ girl… fuck, you’re such a good girl for daddy.”

and that’s that and it’s more than enough. by the time you finally arrive home, most of his cum is leaking from your abused hole; dribbling right down the inner side of your thigh. he can see the droplet of milky white glimmering on your skin when he bends down to take his shoes off in the hallway. it makes him smile so sweetly up at you that it causes you to start thinking that you might have just imagined the entire thing.

nonetheless, you can barely wait for your next daddy-daughter date.

who knows what he’ll come up with next time?

#cw stepcest #kirishima x reader #kirishima smut #biscuit drabbles #cw infidelity

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lowkeyremi · 10 months

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Papi Kiripima <3 (implied fem!reader)

"Daddy rocket ship is taking off in T minus 1 minute!" Eijiro's voice rumbled in the hall. There's one child on his shoulders and one on his back.

"Daddy can I do the count down?!" Mei squeals in excitement.

"Let Kami give it a try! You know all your numbers, pumpkin." She pouts but accepts her father's answer.

"Kami, think you can count down from ten for daddy?" The shy little boy peaks from over Eijiro's right shoulder.

"Um.. I don't know..." He mumbles quietly.

"Come on bud I think you can do it!" Eijiro eggs him on confidently.

"Okay, um... ten." Kirishima starts making a rumbling noise and sways a little bit for 'take off'.

"Nine."

"Eight."

"Daddy what's next?" He asks quietly.

"Seven, bud." He chuckles.

"Yeah, um, seven."

"Uh.... um... s-six?"

"Yep! Your doing great Kami." He encourages.

"Five, four." He says quickly with a little giggle, Eijiro laughed as well.

"Three."

"Two."

"One!" He yells excitedly.

Kirishima starts making louder rumbling noises and runs down the hall with Mei and Kami.

"Daddy, what planet are we headed to?!" Mei raises her voice to compete with Eijiro's rumbling.

"To planet Nia!" He yells, and zooms into the living room where no doubt his sixteen year old daughter Nia would be on her phone.

"Dad! No, I'm talking to Kiara right now!" Eijiro smirked, he was determined to embarrass his eldest daughter.

"Alright my little astronauts, let's all say 'Hi, Kiara!' because that's what sissy wants!" Eijiro chuckles and Nia groans.

"Hi, Kiara!" The three say in unison.

"Hi, Mr. Kirishima, hi Mei, hi Kami!" She says back from the phone.

You set down the groceries on the counter. You'd just gotten home and heard all the commotion your husband was making.

"Hello, Kiara." Your voice wasn't as kind as your husband and children's were.

"Haha... hi Mrs. Kirishima." She laughed nervously.

Maybe you were being petty, but you still were not over the fact Kiara called Eijiro a 'DILF' and said she would 'totally smash him.'

You know he's hot but she better admire him from afar, because you are the only one 'smashing' Eijiro Kirishima.

Uhhhh should I write more? I like the idea of hot dad kirishima... ;)

Also im working on teacher's assistant, i wasnt sure what to write but now ive got some ideas :)

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mintmatcha · 1 year

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DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT! Mind the tags!!

TW: angst, mentions of child loss, cisfem reader with she/her pronouns

Kirishima’s voice echoes down the hall, despite how he tries to keep it quiet. The sound is almost covered by the distant mumblings of the radio, but his timbre, throaty and familiar, carries, creeping down the hall to where it isn’t supposed to be. With your eyes closed, you can picture him, with his outside coat still pulled over his shoulders and mismatched shoes crammed into his feet.

“Hey, congrats, man,” he says. The phone had rung a couple minutes ago and without a doubt, you know who’s on the other line and what they’re talking about. Only Bakugo would call this early in the morning, only one topic needs to be whispered, “I’m really happy for you. Tell your wife I said congrats too.”

He shifts, socked feet sliding against the carpet. The hot compress pressed into your stomach lost its heat hours ago, but still, you clutch at it, pulling at it through the covers. No matter how you try to settle in, your bed offers no comfort, so you lay there and don’t even try to sleep, listening to a conversation that you know will make you hurt.

“Uh, yeah- maybe. Soonish. I, uh- yeah. I know, we're next,” Kirishima whispers. A singer once told you that whispering is harder on your vocal cords than talking and you can hear it now, tearing up his voice the lower he tries to go, scratching it unbearably raw. “Listen, I gotta go. We were at the hospital last night, so--- Yeah, we’re fine. She’s fine. I’ll explain another day, okay?”

He exhales. It’s shaky. “I’ll explain later. Bye.”

Kirishima sighs with the weight of the world and you feel it too, crushing your rib cage. Every breath aches like your body doesn’t want to take it.

Your husband stands in the hall for a long time, still and sighing, pulling each breath deep before letting it out again through his teeth. Eventually, he slinks into the room, tiptoeing over to his side of the bed. He knows you aren’t asleep-

How could you fall asleep after that?

“Hey,” he tucks his legs under him as he settles into bed and you roll over to face him. Bags have settled under his eyes, dark and creased from tears he hasn’t yet shed. For now, in front of you, he stays strong, unbreakable even without the quirk.

"Are... are you still cramping?" he stumbles over himself, "I can heat that thing up again.”

There's a familiar knot in your lower stomach that comes and goes, but shake your head anyway. If it hurts, it feels real.

"Just let me know," he rubs his knuckles down your arm, "Anything for you."

You need him to say it. The knowledge you’re not supposed to have itches.

But Kirishima is too kind. He kisses your forehead with a delicacy that makes your eyes water.

"I love you," he says.

“They’re having another kid, aren’t they?”

Kirishima recoils at that and the horrified, ruined expression on his face tells you what you need to know.

“Honey,” he whispers. His body crumples into yours, practically laying on top of you, and his weight pressed the heat pack even harder into your already aching core. Hid head nuzzled deep into your cheek, muffling the way his breath hiccups with an inhaled sob as he gathers himself. “Oh, sweetie.”

“It’s fine,” you reply.

He's not fine, lamenting in a tone that almost makes you mad. It aches so horribly that you've gone numb to it all, why can't he be the same?

"I didn’t want you to hear that.”

“It’s fine.”

He squeezes you like he needs you closer than actually possible, adjusting his grip every couple of seconds when the proximity doesn't satiate him. “I didn’t want you to know. Not yet. Not so soon."

“There's no reason to get upset about it,” The edge of the hospital bracelet eats into your wrist. “It’s not their fault our babies can't stay alive."

When he reels back to stare at you, you can't meet his gaze. You know what you fid. The wound between you is still too fresh to prod, but you hit it anyway.

"Don't say that."

It was only a couple hours ago when the doctor patted your knee like he cared and said he was very, very sorry, but there just isn't a heartbeat anymore. These things happen, he said, the first fifteen weeks can be fickle, try not to blame yourself, the bleeding won't last long.

Kirishima just nodded the whole time, head bobbing up and down with a thinly veiled, wide eyed horror.

You did nothing. You've heard it before. You both have.

"Why would I be upset that Bakugo's having his third kid?" You're picking at the edges of Kirishima's sleeve, freeing frayed edges, looking anywhere but at him and those sad, sad eyes, "I've been pregnant three times too. It's no big deal."

"Please stop," he says, much louder now.

“It's not their fault I'm broken."

“Please stop.” Kirishima's hand hooks behind your neck as he pleads, thumb running out your cheek, “I- you're being cruel."

"My baby died," you say simply, "I'm allowed to be."

Kirishima's lower lip wobbles and for a moment you swear he fractures, about to slip completely apart in your hands. Against the bloodshot white of his eyes, the iris seems faded and tired. The cut through his monolid has long silvered, much thinner than it once was, but still there, a reminder that he was young once.

Your own eyes burn with tears once again.

"Not to yourself. And not to me. You don't get to be mean with me." His thumb brushes over your cheek again, softer this time. Despite his quirk, his hands are smooth and uncalloused, their touch almost tickling. "I lost him too."

On your first date, Kirishima offhandledly mentioned he wanted his children to have quirks just like him. Back then, it was nothing more than a silly whimsy, but that thought creeped its way into your daydreams, then into your hopes, until it cemented itself there, a permanent fixture of your idealized life.

It takes effort to step out of your own grief. Kirishima didn't physically lose the pregnancy like you did, but he is still mourning all the same, letting go of a dream he's clutched for longer than you probably know.

"I'm sorry." You finally hug him back, squeezing with all the might your exhausted body can muster.

"I know." His shoulders hitch and quiver, but he doesn't cry. Not yet. The quiet of your empty apartment eats at you both, the only sound being that of your uneven breathing, out of sync with each other. Eventually you both relax into each other, taking solace in the simple comfort of proximity.

"Bakugo's gonna ask," Kirishima whispers suddenly, "And I don't know how to tell him. I can't just-"

He sniffles. "I'm not you. I can't just say it."

You run your knuckles up and down his knotted back, but stay silent. You understand, of course, the suffocating, unbearable misery that sits in the room is almost too much to address.

But how are you supposed to live with something your husband can't even talk about in public?

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tatsumessy · 1 year

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“You used me” - Katsuki Bakugo

Prompt 12 - 200 follower special 🧸

Not proof read !!!!

Everyone lies. Everyone lies to protect something. Most of the time it just ends up being yourself. It’s a natural thing for people to do, especially if they have a good reason.

You had been in love with Katsuki since high school. You always thought that he thought of your crush on him as a petty little thing that would go away soon enough if he ignored it. But on graduation day he proposed.

You two weren’t dating but you just assumed he wanted to claim you as soon as possible. He took you on dates, made you move in with him, planned the wedding with you. Even talked about a family once. You fell so deep in love with pro hero Dynamight.

You thought he was in love too.

If that’s the case then why are you sitting at the table with Mina, Kirishima, Denki, Sero, and Bakugo overhearing a conversation between Denki and Sero who thought you couldn’t hear.

“This political marriage thing Bakugo came up with us working for him. This marriage makes up for his bad temper.” Denki took a s op from him cup while Sero laughed at his comment bringing up a different conversation topic.

You sat there with your legs crossed looking down at you lap. It had been five years since you’ve been married, yeah you were young and dumb but marriages like this happen often. But then they don’t. Normal couples would date first, then get engaged. Then get married.

You two didn’t do that, he proposed you stupidly said yes and after it was official his social image did get better. That’s when it clicked, you read an article sometime after getting married that a “family man” was more likely to be popular and a more liked hero.

You scoffed keeping your head down grabbing Mina’s attention, she looked over at you and noticed something sprouting from under your chair. It was your quirk, thick spikes vines started coming from under your feet wrapping around Mina’s and Bakugos chairs.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?” Mina asked placing her hand onto of yours but you snatched it away. “You used me?” You spoke voice cracking a little bit, more vines started wrapping around the surrounding tables chairs and up their legs.

Bakugo turned his attention towards you once feeling the prickly bone stabbing into his leg. “What? Y/n, what’s wrong with you?” He asked setting his fork down. “Did you used me for popularity? Did you USE me for a political marriage?” He stayed silent for a second trying to process your question and trying to find the right words to say.

“You didn’t know?” His questioned egged you look up at him, he had a confused expression on his face while yours was filled with tears and sadness. “No I didn’t know my husband was using me for political gain. Is that why you asked me about a f-family.” He looked down at his plate not showing any type of emotion towards the endless vines digging into his thighs.

“What is she talking about?” Mina asked looking over at Bakugo. “I was a stupid pawn in his plan to become number one, but too bad I could only get you number two.” With that statement you stood up from the table and started to walked away, Bakugo tried to grab your hand and call for your name but you just ignored him.

Leaving the event you left a small trail of flowers behind you letting whoever wanted to find you very simple. Walking down the street you passed a shop full of tv screens and once looking at them you could see a news report on what had happened at dinner just an hour ago.

You using your quirk against your own husband. You were getting a lot of backlash for what you did and it hurt but you didn’t care.

Taking off your heels you held them in your hands walking down the street to get back to your old apartment. Thankfully you still kept the key on you at all times just in case you needed an escape. Katsuki didn’t know this, he didn’t know that you still had the apartment but everyone has secrets. He most definitely did.

Tears brimmed in your eyes as you stepped out the elevator walking down the hall towards your apartment door. The door was already opened which raised red flags inside of you, pushing the door open you were met with Katsuki sitting on the living room sofa.

“How did you know I’d be here?” You asked shutting the door and throwing your shoes on the ground, you walked into the kitchen pulling out a wine glass to pour yourself something to drink but stopped. “I know my wife, we could’ve had a conversation in private but you went crazy and-” “CRAZY? YOU USED ME FOR GAIN IN POPULARITY.” While speaking one of your vines grew from the ground grabbing the glass and throwing at the wall towards his head.

He didn’t even flinch, he looked at you with a worried expression. He’d never seen you act this way before, you had always been sweet and gave him everything he wanted. You were the person he learned to love even if he did use you, he just needed to find the right words to say.

“I loved you Bakugo. I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU. Do you understand that Bakugo? Or am I really just a pawn to you? We could get divorced right now and no one would know. You can keep your popularity and everything else but if this-” you pointed in between the both of you while slowly walking closer to him.

“If this is nothing then let me go. I don’t want to looked like an idiot married to a man who doesn’t even love me.” Finishing your speech you stood there waiting for him to speak but instead of talking with words he kicked the coffee table against the wall. You flinched at his movements and watched him stand up walking closer to you.

You backed up hitting the wall in your path. He stood over you sliding his hand towards the back of your head, his mouth pressed against yours forcing his tongue into your mouth. His other hand slid down the side of your back onto your ass gently gripping it. You moaned into his mouth arching your back slightly against his abdomen.

He pulled back biting on your bottom lip slightly, “Don’t say that you want a divorce, that would be a dumb decision.” He said pecking your lips one more time before trying to walk away from you. Holding onto the bottom of his coat jacket he turned back to face you, “Dumb decision? What are you saying, you never say anything to me. If you want me to stay your wife, TALK TO ME!”

“I love you brat. I won’t lie and say that I didn’t use you. You’re right. I did. But I fell in love with the idiot who was standing right in-front of me and fucked up my plans. You did that.” He rolled his eyes pulling away from you and sitting back down on the sofa.

He leaned back manspreading while his head laid back against the back of the sofa. “Can I sit next to you?” You asked stepping closer, he didn’t say anything and just pat the seat cushion next to him. You sat down leaning into him exhausted his arm wrapped around your shoulder pulling you closer. “If we’re going to be a team, there can not be any lies or secrets. I may not be #2 but aren’t I supposed to be your number 1? You told me that right?” His thumb rubbed across your cheek, “Right.” He answered wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you on top of him.

“I’m sorry. I used you and I was wrong for what I did. You deserve to be mad at me, I know.” You leaned into his neck placing your hand on his chest, you listened to what he had to say. He spent all night explaining and apologizing for what he did. “I love you Katsuki.” He smiled a bit trying to hid it but you saw, you saw that after everything you still wanted to stay by his side.

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animereaderinsertwriter · 1 year

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Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags/Warnings: bakugou x fem!reader, mdni, smut, group sex, almost crack treated seriously? whatever it's goofy and funny and lewd and doesn't take anything seriously at all so there's that, no beta we die like men

Final Word Count: 3k

Plot summary: Dynamight's agency has a reputation that they earn only once a year- and this year, you're invited!

Excerpt:

They called it the Love Shack.

You’d heard Mina talk about it forever and ever— this magical, midsummer day of sex and scandal— but never with any names, and never in any kind of detail. It was like a lewd fairy tale that your best friend told you at sleepovers to pass the time. It was a fun, juicy little piece of gossip, a part of Mina that you got to keep all to yourself.

Until, one day, she asked you if you’d want to come with her.

(No pun intended).

There were… rumors about pro-hero Dynamight’s agency.

The ominous, omnipotent they said that there were wild parties at Mina Ashido’s place on every second Friday of the week— nothing illegal, sure, but plenty immoral, with everyone drunk and half-dressed and writhing—

Ahem. Right.

Other theys said that Red Riot was having an affair on his wife with his best friend, Dynamight; still others claimed the same of Pinky and Cellophane when Ejirou and Mina’s baby came out with a shock of black hair (nevermind the numerous brands of red hair dye that Red Riot publicly reviewed when he used them to cover up his own naturally jet-black hair). If a body looked hard enough, they might even find tabloid articles about Chargebolt’s drinking problem, Hitoshi Shinsou’s secret life as a rentboy, and Earphone Jack’s moonlight job as a dominatrix. No matter how you sliced it, there was one thing that all the theys agreed on:

As far as the public was concerned, Ground Zero was one giant den of depravity.

Why the theys thought this, it is generally unclear— though it was nonetheless true, if only for one day out of the year. For three hundred and sixty-four days out of the year, the members of Ground Zero behaved impeccably, navigating the world of pro-hero fame with dignity, grace, and humility; as far as anyone could prove, they were all perfectly normal. On the one day of the year that they were not well-behaved, well, no one else was around to see it. They traveled long and far to ensure that fact.

At least, that was the way it was supposed to be. Why the damn fools wanted to change that, Bakugou had no idea.

“It’s because you never participate,” Mina told him one evening, her hand gliding through her husband’s soft hair. “We feel like you’re left out.”

“I do participate,” he huffed, his infernal cheeks burning at just the thought. “Just— by myself.”

That is to say, he liked to watch. The idea of being touched by someone other than himself— by his friends— was entirely too much. There was a certain power in touch of that kind. Bakugou wasn’t interested in giving that up, not even to the men and women he trusted with his life.

“That’s exactly it,” she told him, and Enjirou groaned as she scratched his scalp. “It’s not that any of us mind, but you look— you always look pained. And lonely. Would it be so bad to find somebody you could play with while we’re all… indisposed?”

Bakugou tried not to think of those times. If he did, he’d pop a stiffy right here in the middle of the Kirishima family living room.

“I’m fine like it always is— I don’t see why anything has to change, Mina. Really, just leave it.”

Mina frowned. Perfectly in sync with his wife, Ejirou shifted to look up at Bakugou with dark, pleading eyes.

“C’mon, man,” he said, that reflective gaze piercing Bakugou’s very heart. “Would you be okay with us just looking for someone for you? It won’t need to go any farther than that if you don’t want it to.”

It was a stupid idea. It was monumentally idiodic to even consider saying yes— but Bakugou never could deny his best friend anything.

“It’s three weeks until June,” he said, relenting. “You have until then.”

Mina beamed, and Ejirou gave him a soft smile that made Bakugou feel a little sick and squishy inside.

“Thanks, bro,” Ejirou told him, patting his thigh with a large, warm hand. “You won’t be disappointed.”

Bakugou wasn’t sure about all that. He was beginning to think he might be in some trouble.

***

They called it the Love Shack.

Until, one day, she asked you if you’d want to come with her.

(No pun intended).

“And do what?” you laughed. “I’d like to be a fly on the wall, sure, but my tastes run a little more monogamous than that.”

“Well,” said Mina, leaning in conspiratorially as though the both of you weren’t cuddling on her bed while her husband rubbed her feet, “We have a friend who also likes to watch, if you know what I mean. He just— needs something a little… less than the group stuff. He sits in the corner by himself and fucks his hand until he’s nearly raw with it, but keeps on going because he’s just so…”

Mina trailed off, her eyes glazing over as she remembered some unspoken memory. After a moment, she shook her head and snapped out of it.

“He sounds kinda like a loser,” you admitted, cracking a grin.

Mina laughed, and Ejirou chuckled right along with her.

“If only he could hear you now,” Ejirou laughed. “He’d either die of shame or implode the building.”

You frowned.

“You’re not building a convincing case for him, Kirishima-kun.”

Mina rolled her eyes.

“Look, you said you’re in a dry spell?” she asked, and you nodded. “This guy will pop you like a fucking glowstick as many times as you want. He’s freaky good at sex.”

“And how would you know?” you demanded, shoving her lightly. “Apparently he won’t come within three feet of you!”

Things got awfully quiet, and Ejirou Kirishima’s face turned as red as his hair.

“No,” you laughed, but when no one denied it, your jaw went slack. “No!”

“Yes,” Mina replied, poorly stifling a laugh.

Ejirou hid his face in his hands.

“Guys, please,” he begged, but there was no way you were letting him go that easily.

“Oh no no, you’re not getting out of this,” you laughed. “Who is this mystery guy, and how do you know what he’s like in bed?”

“We went to U.A. together,” said Mina, patting her poor husband’s hand. “They had a whirlwind romance senior year, fucked like rabbits the whole time until he finally broke it off because they really, really were better off as friends. Otherwise, it got… obsessive. On both sides.”

You were burning with curiosity.

“Who? Who was it, Mina-chan?”

“You gotta give your answer first,” said Ejirou, propping up on his elbow. “Will you or won’t you?”

Oh, who were you kidding? You were fucking horny all the time, and besides, the suspense was killing you!

“Of course I’ll go—now tell me who it is!”

Mina smirked.

“Katsuki Bakugou.”

You nearly fell off the bed.

“Why the fuck didn’t you lead with that, Mina?”

Your heart was racing. That evil, wicked, acid-slinging she-witch knew you’d had the biggest crush on him forever! Dynamight was the hottest pro-hero working, damn it— you'd have agreed immediately if she'd told you!

“Because you needed to know he’s a loser!” she insisted. “Because he is a loser! A big one, that needs you to keep him from killing himself via orgasm!”

“Mina!”

“What? It’s the truth!”

“Mina!”

And that was how you ended up like this.

The room was cozy, complete with soft vintage furniture and colorful afghans. Somehow, the entire party had managed to fit comfortably into the living room of the quaint, countryside cabin, and you watched on in awe and wonder as everyone kissed and touched and let their instincts lead them as they went.

"Can I touch you, Bakugou-san?" you asked, entranced.

Bakugou, who was currently the color of a freshly-picked cherry, wouldn't even look at you. You tried not to take it personally when he replied in the negative.

All around you, Bakugou's friends were in various states of undress. Hitoshi Shinsou was kissing Mina with a hand up her shirt as Denki Kaminari rubbed his long, bobbing cock against Hitoshi's boxer-clad ass. Ejirou's eyes were closed as Sero Hanta helped him out of his shirt, and Kyoka Jirou was fiddling with the buttons on Sero's ridiculously tight pants. They were all ridiculously, unfairly beautiful— and, unlike Bakugou, they were all sneaking nosy looks at you, curious and perhaps a bit hungry.

In hindsight, it would have been a better idea for you and Bakugou to start alone together in a separate room. That would have allowed the two of you to get to know each other more intimately in a private setting, and surely it would have made him more comfortable, wouldn't it? Well, maybe that would have made it worse. You certainly couldn't imagine trying to take your clothes off in front of him if he was just as unresponsive then as he was now.

Now, though, there were other folks watching— and you didn't see a reason to deprive them of a show.

Slowly, you removed the silky dress separating your itchy, awful lingerie from the open air. Grinning at Mina, who was currently in the process of bending over a couch cushion, you unhooked the clasp of your black lacy bra, baring your breasts to the chill of the room.

"Mira," Sero murmured to Jirou, his eyes fixed on newly-revealed flesh. "Isn't she beautiful?"

Jirou grinned, her eyes shadowed with a thin veil of appreciation.

"She is. If you don't want her, Katsuki, we'll take her— no harm, no foul."

Your cheeks glowed at the compliment, heart racing at the thought.

"Back off," Bakugou snapped. "You fuckers picked her out for me, didn't you?"

Still, he made no move to touch you— but his eyes were now yours, for better or for worse.

"That's right," you agree, voice soothing and even as you smile at him. "I'm afraid I'm reserved for the day."

And just like that, Bakugou turned away, as though ashamed.

This would not do.

Projecting confidence you did not feel, you moved from your spot on the loveseat and onto the floor in front of Bakugou, kneeling sweetly. Crimson eyes watched you, guarded, wary; you placed a hand on top of his, testing the waters, and he allowed you to take it. Gently, you placed the callused palm of it on your cheek. It was warm and a little sweaty against your flesh, and heavy where you held it.

“You have big hands,” you noted, turning slightly to press a kiss to his wrist. “They’re very pretty, too.”

Bakugou grunted, but did not pull away. Allowed this far, you decided to push for more; you pulled away, then pressed kisses to the pads of his fingers, allowing him to become acclimated to your touch. When he still did not resist, you figured it was all or nothing— you wrapped your lips around a long, thick digit and sucked it into your mouth, simulating oral.

“Fuck,” he swore, and you knew you had him.

Slowly, you pulled off of his finger with a wet pop. The next thing you knew, his mouth was on yours, the smoky scent of his aftershave enveloping you. Big hands caged your face, holding you still; surprisingly soft lips nudged against your own, and the moment was so tender that you nearly lost yourself in it, forgetting momentarily the larger context of what they were there to do.

A rowdy wolf-whistle made sure that didn’t last, though.

Distracted, you turned to grin at Kaminari— doubtless the guilty wolf-whistler— but sudden pain burned in the form of fingerprints on your jaw, turning your gaze back to meet Bakugou’s.

“Eyes up here, sweetheart.”

You shivered.

“Yes sir,” you replied, allowing yourself a small smile, and Bakugou grinned in return.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

What came next was more than you had expected. With pro-hero strength, Bakugou lifted you bodily from the floor and sat you on his lap, your knees on either side of his hips. His sweats were soft against your skin, but there was little time to process anything else before his mouth was on your tits, tongue dragging across a peaked nipple. Startled, you moaned, and a large, warm hand squeezed at your hip, pulling you down to feel the hardness growing in his pants. The length of him brushed against your sex as you started grinding, encouraging his erection; the stimulation was muted but perfect as he played with your tits, leaving his mark across bare flesh with lips and tongue and teeth.

"So fucking pretty," he murmured against your flesh, his breath hot and his hands heavy. "I want to fuck you."

"That is what we're here for," you teased, but all laughter left as the thong you were wearing ripped beneath his hands, falling uselessly from your hips.

"Turn around. I want you to watch them with me while I get you off."

You turned your head over your shoulder, following Bakugou's gaze. Mina was spread-eagle on the couch, watching you from upside-down as Shinsou ate her out. Somewhat strangely, his eyes were on you as well. This became something of a trend; you and Bakugou, it seemed, had the attention of the entire room.

"Yeah," you agreed, dismounting his legs in order to turn around. "Yeah, I like that."

When you returned to your seat, facing the rest of the room, Bakugou's thighs were bare. The soft down of his hair tickled the backs of your thighs, which might have made you laugh if something warm and large hadn't brushed your entrance, forcing you to catch your breath. A hand moved to your hip, squeezing the fat of it, and then Bakugou was pushing inside you, filling you with length and girth that you wouldn't previously have credited him with. You felt… fuller than you had expected to be, and the sensation left you moaning at the penetration.

"Mm, fuck yeah," he growled, his lips close to your neck, raising the small hairs there. "Moan for me, baby."

There was a noise behind you, and then damp fingers snuck around your waist and then between your legs, searching for your pleasure. His thick middle finger circled your clit, and almost involuntary, your hips bucked, shifting the long, hard cock inside you at a different angle. You moved again, chasing that feeling, and soon you were riding Bakugou in earnest, fucking yourself on his cock.

In front of you, Ejirou was slowly stretching Sero"s ass, murmuring praise with a smile like sunshine. Sero, whose cock was in Jirou's mouth, made eye contact with you and winked, speaking fragments of Spanish that you couldn't decipher. Across the way, Mina was being spit roasted by Shinsou and Kaminari, who were sucking on each other's tongues as they took their pleasure from her. The whole scene was graphic and lewd and terrible and wonderful, and you couldn't think of anything that was quite so terrific when Bakugou managed to exceed your expectations, prying his lips away from your neck long enough to say,

"Fuck yeah, princess, you're so fucking hot. Lean back, lean back— I'm gonna hold you up and fuck you hard."

Before you could protest, he manhandled you backwards, crushing you against his still-clothed chest. He made good on his promise of fucking you hard— his hips rutted up into yours with strength and purpose, filling you up and stretching you out, forcing himself further inside with every thrust. His finger on your clit was relentless; it was all you could do just to breathe and tremble and shake and take all he had to give.

"You close?" he grunted, never slowing.

"Yeah," you confessed, almost embarrassed by it. "Yeah, m'really close."

"Good." Relief was evident in his voice. "Me too."

In the space of a few strokes more, you found your peak. With Bakugou groaning in your ear, you came hard and fast, your orgasm crashing over your head with the force of a falling oak. Bakugou, not far behind, actually lifted you up and off of his cock before he came, spilling hot seed over both your thighs. Really, it was ridiculous how much he came; looking at the volume he spilled, you almost wanted to feel it inside of you.

In the afterglow, Bakugou was still a beast. Seemingly unbothered by the strength he'd had to exert in the last few minutes, he shifted you bodily until your back was against the loveseat and he was above you, straddling your thighs and kissing your mouth with the hunger of a starving panther. His cock, long and heavy even soft, twitched as you moved your hands up his thighs and to the curve where his hips met his back.

"I want to suck you off," you told him, filterless as you thought of his big, heavy-looking balls in your mouth. "Wanna feel you get hard in my mouth."

"In a minute," he said, taking his shirt off, expression tender "I want to enjoy you for a little while more."

This part— the ravenous hunger followed by strange softness— found you woefully unprepared. Your heart pounded as his hands grew gentle, touching you like a lover would; how could you ever have prepared for such sweet exploration? Even his kisses had lost their bite, and were now soothing and something more than they'd been before.

All around you, the others were reaching their own climaxes. Moans echoed throughout the cabin, but in the here and now, all of that seemed distant, fading. All of a sudden, you were intensely glad that Mina had asked you to come here, to experience this with them— but you were especially glad that it was just you and Bakugou, separate from the rest of them as he gave you his kindness and attention as well as his passion.

Really, you thought as Bakugou lowered his head between your legs, you wouldn't have it any other way.

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thehusbandoden · 9 months

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You Flinch During an Argument -Kirishima Eijiro

A/n: this took me way too long, so sorry for the wait 🥺🥺

Holy crap this is long.. hope you enjoy this madness <33

General info:

Genre: angst to fluff/comfort // WC: 2,516

Warnings!: Arguing, one sided argument, mean reader, insecurity, self hate, slight self harm (grabbing at hair), mention of bullies, crying, flinching, and a lot of apologizing. Please let me know if I miss any! <3

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"Y/n- I said that I was sorrry!"

"And I said I don't care anymore!"

"Y/n, please! You're being unreasonable!"

"I'm being unreasonable?! I HAVE ASKED YOU FOR ALMOST THREE MONTHS - YOU ARE SUCH A-"

"Y/n, calm down, you don’t want to say something you'll regret."

"You suck. You're a pig headed, selfish, work obsessed, slobby, jerk."

Kirishima was silent as you insulted him, part of him feeling like he deserved it all.

"Okay, y/n, I understand that I screwed up. And I know that I can't make it all better overnight, but please. You can not drive right now."

"And why not? It's not like I'm under any influence."

"Y/n, it's dark and rainy. That, plus your anger- is a sure way to kill both of us. I can not live without you, Pebble."

"Do not call me that." You seethe, glaring up at your redheaded husband.

Heart aching, Kirishima desperately thought of a way to keep you here with him, not knowing how he would cope if he lost you due to some stupid argument about cleaning.

"J-just stay here tonight. You can sleep in our bed, and I'll sleep downstairs. I won't talk to you, and if you still want to go in the morning, I won't stop you. If you're still angry, Ochako can come pick you up."

Considering the idea, you huff as you cross your arms, glaring at Kiri.

"Fine.. but I have a few conditions. On top of not talking to me, you will not touch, nor look at me. Deal?"

"If you hand me your keys, deal."

"Is that really necessary?"

"Or at least put them somewhere visible."

"Fine, deal."

"Deal." Kiri agreed, shaking your outstretched hand.

After you walked in Kiri waited a minute or so before following pursuit, closing and locking the front door with a relieved sigh- simply happy that you agreed on staying here for tonight.

After picking up the living room and washing the dishes, Kirishima deemed it okay to go upstairs to swiftly get ready for bed.

As Eijiro thought about your side of the argument his heart started weighing him down with guilt.

He truly didn't mean to be such a jerk. He didn't think about how overworked and exhausted you were.

In his head, he was going above and beyond picking up after himself, doing the dishes every other day, taking out the trash, folding both his clothes and the fitted sheets, and cooking breakfast almost every morning. He didn't think about the other household chores, how much work caring for the house took, nor how long and hard you worked on top of the house.

You worked shorter hours then he did, that's true, but you still worked hard and desperately tried to be patient with him. For over a month you've been gently asking him to help out more or do this and that for you.

When you asked him to do a specific thing he truly did try his best to get it done as soon as possible. Pausing his game to take out the trash, setting reminders to switch the laundry on his days off, scrubbing pots and pans late at night, and watering the plants most every morning before work.

But he didn't understand when you asked him to 'do more', he thought that he was doing a lot more than average, totally forgetting to consider that you work too and he's not the sole provider.

You had gotten really annoyed with how much you did in the house and how little he did in comparison, and confronted him once again after he got home from work.

He was quite confused and defended himself, not really seeing your side of things. It took ten minutes of arguing back and forth to actually understand your side of things, realizing that due to you both providing you both needed to tend to the house.

Guilt consumed him as he attempted to apologize again and again yet you wouldn't let him talk. After twenty minutes of this one sidedness you got angry and stormed out, telling him that you were going to Ochako's house.

Even though Kiri felt extremely guilty, he was mostly relieved that you didn't leave in these conditions, knowing that he wouldn't be able to function if he lost you for good.

Kiri was snapped out of his thoughts due to the tingling feelings of his hands going numb due to the cold water pouring onto them.

Sighing, Kiri turned off the water before sneakily grabbing a spare blanket, his pillow, and a pair of pajama bottoms from your shared bedroom, refusing to look at you as he hurried out of the dark room.

After changing and settling on the couch Kiri simply stared at the ceiling, going over your side of things and realising how much he screwed up and what he could do to change and start to make it up to you.

You jolted awake as a large crashing sound came from downstairs, hurrying out of bed, you readied your quirk in case of a villain.

"Ei..? Is that you?" You call, poking your head out into the kitchen.

"Yeah- sorry for waking you up."

"It's okay.. but what happene-" you froze as you saw Kirishima on the floor, shattered dishware surrounding him.

"Eijiro what the heck!" You exclaim, reaching out your arm to try and help the pro hero.

"I- I was trying to clean.. I'm sorry.."

At the word 'clean' memories of last night flooded your mind, causing you to drop your hand to your side, irritation flooding your senses.

"Oh, so now you're trying to make three months of neglectness and excuses better in one night?"

"N-no! Not at all! I just wanted to start helping out more!"

"It's three months too late for that Eijiro."

"You're being unreasonable-"

"No! What's unreasonable is you and your selfish laziness!"

"I'm trying! We're both new to living together and I didn't understand before!"

"Whatever. Just get up and go. I'll have to clean up and stop by the store before work."

"What- no! I'll clean it up!" Kiri exclaimed, jumping up from the ground, hardening his skin so he wouldn't get cut.

Shards of glass bounced off of Kiri's hardened skin, flying everywhere. Luckily, you were a pro hero, and had the amazing reflexes that came from that line of work. You dived down, avoiding the injury you would've received.

"Y-y/n! Are you okay?!" Kirishima exclaimed, rushing to your side.

Seeing the sudden movement you flinched, body still under alert.

After realizing what happened your heart dropped.

Oh no.

Kirishima was a gentle soul. He cared for you deeply and was always looking for ways to make your life easier and more enjoyable. There is no way he would take this lightly. He would definitely paint a wor-

You were snapped out of your thought process at the sound of a door closing. Panicking, you realized that Kirishima was xgonex.

"Ei!?" You call, hurrying to check for him in the living room, quickly realising that he left. Panicking, you hurry to slip on some slippers before making your way out the door, rushing to Kirishima's truck before he could pull out.

"Ei wait!" You exclaim, putting one hand on the handle of the truck and the other on his window. After looking down at you, he bit his lip before slightly opening the window so he could hear you.

"Go back in the house Pebble.." Kiri whispered, causing your heart to ache in dismay.

"Eijiro- what's wrong? I wasn't scared of you it was a reaction from the-"

"I don't care y/n. You flinched because of me- I- I need some time."

You could feel tears stinging your eyes as you stepped back, biting your lip as you watched Kirishima put the truck in reverse and slowly back out of the driveway, face heavy with hurt.

As soon as the red truck disappeared from sight you broke, running into the house before falling onto the couch, sobbing into a pillow.

The angered words you spat at your sweet, loving Eijiro flashed through your mind as you cried, guilt weighing you down as you remembered Kiri's heart broken face. Your mind started playing against you, shouting at you for your selfish, idiotic words and how you hurt the one person you cared most about.

'He didn't do anything!'

'You stupid little- he was doing his best! He apologized! And yet you treated him so- so horribly due to a few mistakes!'

'He really doesn't derseve you. He deserves someone as patient and loving as he is.'

'He was so heartbroken! You idiot!'

'I bet he's going to find somone better then you. I would't blaim him either.'

Tears rolled down your face as you sat up to stare at a picture of Eijiro on your wedding day. His red eyes were sparkling as he grinned at the camera, feeling nothing but joy and such love for you.

You two met in elementary school. You saved him from some bullies yada yada and instantly became friends. He was in third grade, you were in second. Your grade difference meant that you didn't get to play much, and so you thought of him as one of your temporary friends. The kind that you met at a park, played once, and then forgot about one another the next day.

But he was.. special. There was something about how the older boy's eyes shone when he looked at you, or how strong he seemed even though he was in tears frequently. You quickly found out that he was special. Even compared to your best friend, Sakura Mei.

You admired him for many reasons. For trying to be so strong even though the bullies' mean words brought him to tears, for how kind he wa -giving up his hard earned treat to a little toddler who wanted it at pick-up, sharing his lunch with a kid that was too late to get his own, having shorter turns so the next kid would get it sooner, and helping his teacher whenever and however possible.

You two became best friends and played with each other after school, causing your parents to create a long lasting friendship as well. For years you thought of him as your best friend, but a crush started to form in middle school, causing you to get confused.

Even when Kiri started to get self conscious and have a lot of self doubt, he was always by your side. Scolding you for having any of those thoughts, no matter how small. And so in return you helped him. Helping with training, bringing him food and water, reassuring him when he needed it, and even holding him as he cried. You were the reason he was able to recover so quickly, and afterwards he got into UA highschool, and you followed pursuit the next year.

After eight months of high school he confessed, and that was it. After you graduated he was there to cheer you on the loudest, and seven months later he proposed. The day of your wedding was full of joy, laughter, tears, smiles, and love. A love that made your chest ache in happiness, causing you to smile a little wider, kiss him a little harder, and fall in love a little harder.

Thinking back about it now, your tears came faster as an aching cold spread through your chest, causing the tears to fall faster.

"Eijiro.." you whimper, hugging onto the shark pillow Eijiro insisted on getting for your newly bought home.

It was crazy expensive, but he told you not to worry about it, and that it was "for our future famly".

"Ei.. I'm so sorry!" You cry, grasping your hair in your hands, tugging lightly but knowing not to hurt yourself or Kiri would be upest and worried.

Pawing for your phone, you unlocked the device before calling the contact "Bakubeast".

"What do you need." Bakugo huffed, causing you to whimper softly, catching the hot head's attention.

"Woah woah- do not cry. Crappy hair would kill me."

"I- I- E- Eijiro-" you rasp, having difficulty breathing and getting your point across.

"Hey hey- y/n calm down." Bakugo panicked, his softer tone helpig you calm down.

He was a good friend of both you and Eijiro, so him being kind to you really did help.

"Y/n/n, breathe."

Gasping for air you try to control your breathing, taking one deep breathe after another.

"Atta girl. Keep on breathing for m- for Eijiro."

Calm washed over you as you exhaled, sighing shakily.

"T-thank you." You whisper, causing Bakugo to scoff.

"Yeah yeah- now why are ya crying? Do I need to kicks some a-"

"No. It's me, not him. I'm wondering, is Ei over there? H-he left and I'm worried about him."

"No he hasn't. When did he leave? You do know that I'm like twenty minutes away, right?"

"That's true.. it's only been around ten.."

"I'll call you if he pulls up. But if you don't mind me asking.. what happened?"

"I'm sure Ei will explain.. I really don't wanna talk about it right now.."

"Okay.. well hang in there and call me if you need."

"Yeah.. okay."

"Have a better night, talk to ya later."

"Mhm.. bye.."

~~Kiri's pov~~

Kirishima felt like screaming.

Even though he knew that you weren't scared of him and it was just a reaction from the glass but it still hurt.

After pulling into his best friend's drive way, Eijiro quickly made his way to the door and knocked, wanting the hot head's opinion and seeking comfort.

"What happened to you?" Bakugo scoffed, opening his door as an invitation to come in.

"Can we.. talk?"

"If you make things right between you and your Cry Baby afterwards- then yes."

~~Your pov~~

You sniffled as you clung to Kirishima's pillow, eyes dry and puffy.

It's been an hour since Bakugo texted him that Kirishima was at his place, and you've been waiting for him to return or at least an update.

Your heart ached and you wanted nothing more than to be in Eijiro's arms and forget all about this horrid arugment. What if he didn't want you anymore.. what if-

You jumped out of bed as soon as you heard the door open, sprinting down the stairs to meet your Eijiro.

"Baby!" You exclaim, jumping into Eijiro's arms. Wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, you attacked his shoulders, neck, cheeks, forehead, nose, and lips with kisses.

"I am so sorry! I- I said so many mean things to you and- and-"

"Woah woah Baby- calm down." Eijiro cooed, catching your lips in a kiss to distract you from your worries. "I know.. and I forgive you, so.. could you forgive me?"

"Yes! Yes- I am so sorry for-"

Catching your lips in another kiss, Kiri sat on the couch, holding you in his lap as he kissed you, stealing both his and your complete attention.

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maddieg0531 · 1 year

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I'll Be Home For Christmas

Bakugo x wife!reader

Angst, fluff

Synopsis: Bakugo went on a mission and hasn’t come back

A/N: In light of the Christmas spirit, I wrote angst hehe, but I swear it turns into fluff. MERRY CHRISTMAS!

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3 months…It has been 3 months since you have heard anything. 3 months since you lost contact. 3 months since everything went wrong…

-September 17th: 3 months and a week ago-

“Where are you going daddy?” Your daughter asked as she shoved her little face into your husbands broad shoulder.

“Daddy has to go on a work trip for a little while, but I’ll be back soon.” Bakugo gently stroked her blonde hair. You smiled as your big strong husband held his small child with all the gentleness in the world.

“Okay Kai, it’s time for daddy to go.” You pried your daughter away, her little arms reaching towards her father.

Bakugo kisses her on the forehead and then you on the lips, “I’ll be back before you know it.” Though his eyes were pointed at his daughter, you knew his statement was meant more for you. He could see the anxiety in your eyes, even as you tried to hide it in front of your child. You and Kai waved him off. Kai ran to the window to continue to wave as he drove away.

“Alright little munchkin, we have to get you ready for school.”

“Aw, but I don’t wanna go!”

“Oh and I don’t want to do laundry but we all have to do things we don’t want to do. Now let’s go.”

I’ll be back before you know it

You couldn’t help but doubt his words.

Bakugo didn’t tell you much about this mission. He wasn’t allowed to. All you knew was that it was very important and he would be gone for an unknown amount of time.

-September 24th: 3 months ago-

“WHAT?!” Tears streamed down your face as you yelled at your husbands partner and best friend, Kirishima.

“I-i’m sorry but he went off line two days ago and we can’t seem to get him back on.” He tried to calm you down, but you paced around your living room faster.

“TWO DAYS! You haven’t talked to him in TWO DAYS?! And you didn’t tell me!”

“Sometimes things malfunction or go off for a little bit and we didn’t want to trouble you over something small.”

“Well clearly this isn’t small” You cried, exasperated, “Have you tried calling, emailing, going and finding him???”

“We called and messaged but there was no response. We can’t go and get him.”

“Why the hell not!?”

“Because we can’t blow his cover. We don’t even know where he is” He winced, realizing his mistake.

“Hold on. You’re telling me, you sent my husband on some dangerous mission, without even knowing where it is?!”

“Well, of course the higher ups know but they just give out the orders, we handle everything else.”

“Well tell those higher ups to give his location or I’m going to personally come down there and beat their asses!” You were in his face at this point.

“Y/N, that’s not how this works. We can’t even contact them until it’s been a week.” “A week? He could be hurt or even dead by then!” You collapsed on the floor at the thought of your husband dying, “Please…ple-please. You have to…do something.”

Kirishima kneeled down next to you, a comforting arm wrapped around your shoulder, “Look, I know this is upsetting but stuff like this happens all the time. We lose signal for a day or two and then everything is fine. I was on a mission once and my power went out for two days straight. There was a blizzard so I couldn’t go anywhere to get signal for a while. Man did my supervisor freak. But I was fine, just a simple power outage. See? It might be nothing.”

You looked up at him with puffy eyes, “But it might be something.”

He sighs, “You’re right, but there is no point in freaking out over something that hasn’t for sure happened. Take a deep breath. I will keep you updated and I’m sure everything will be fine. Do you want Kai to come over and play with my boys today?”

“No,” You sniffled, “I would like to spend the day with her, but thanks.” You flashed him a watery smile.

“Alright, I’ll keep in touch,” As he went to leave, he turned back to look at you, “And hey, this is Bakugo we’re talking about. He will be fine.”

You hoped he was right.

A week passed and the signal never came back. Kirishima tried to convince you that everything was okay, but you knew he didn’t believe that.

“Maybe he got done early and is on his way back”

Then why hasn’t he contacted anyone?

Another week passed, still nothing. According to Kirishima the mission wasn’t supposed to last more than a month. He said that there was still time and everything will be okay. You’re really tired of hearing that.

“Mommy, when is daddy gonna be home?” Kai looked up at you with tired eyes.

“I don’t know sweetie, but…” You couldn’t bring yourself to lie to her. What if it wasn’t okay? Could you confidently tell your child that her father would be home safe and sound if you didn’t even know when he would be home?

“But what?”

“But it’s time for bed now, so sleep tight.” You kissed her on the forehead and tucked her into bed with a fake smile. Hopefully she didn’t notice.

Two more weeks passed...October 24th, a month since your husband went missing. Kirishima has been awfully quiet with updates. He never gave more than a soft smile and a simple ’nothing yet.’

He didn’t even try to lie about it being okay any more. Kai kept asking about Bakugo and you kept lying. You would tuck her in with a smile and then cry yourself to sleep.

-October 31st: 2 (ish) months ago-

“Mommy hurry up! People are going to run out of candy!” Kai pouted by the door.

“Calm down, they aren’t going to run out of candy that quick.” You jumped into the front hall doorway with your makeshift hero costume, “How do I look?”

“Who are you supposed to be?” She turned up her nose at you.

“I am super mom, the superest of moms in the whole world.” You posed again.

“That’s not a real person.”

You gasp dramatically, “Fine, we don’t have to go since I’m not the superest mom ever” “No no! I’m sorry! You’re the bestest mom ever!” She hugged your leg and you couldn’t stay ‘mad’ at her.

“Alright, I forgive you, now come on super Kai-“

“No. You have to call me by daddy’s name.”

You winced at her words. You haven’t uttered his name in almost three weeks, “Okay…Dynamight. Lets go”

You took her picture and sent it to Bakugo, hoping that he would get it…although you knew it was nothing more than a hope.

As the days passed, Kai slowly stopped asking about Katsuki. Maybe she could see the sadness in your eyes when she asked or maybe she forgot, although you doubt that. Either way, the fake smile got a lot harder to put on everyday.

-November 15th: A month and a half ago-

You sighed as you dropped Kai off with Kirishima. It was parent teacher conference day. You walked in the school, past all the couples, holding back tears. You hoped that you would open the door to Kai’s teacher’s office and Bakugo would be sitting there, early for the meeting, as he always is. While you knew it was unrealistic, you still felt disappointed when you open the door to only see the teacher.

She stretched out her hand to you, “Hi, Mrs. Bakugo. Will Mr. Bakugo not be joining us today?”

You sighed, plastering the familiar smile on your face, “No, he is caught up with work.”

“Oh, well I wish he had cleared his schedule for this important meeting but it can’t be helped I guess.” She flashed an equally fake smile back.

You’ve never liked her. She has been so critical of your family because Bakugo is a hero. She said that he shouldn’t be a hero if he has a kid. That he might get hurt or go missing and how would that affect the child? You hated that you kind of agreed with her. The meeting was boring and painful but you made it without crying, so that’s a plus. However, you asked Kirishima to keep Kai a little longer so that you could go home and cry.

The next day, Kai came home crying.

“What happened?” You cradled her in your arms, wiping away her tears.

“The boys at school were being mean!” She said through sobs.

“What happened? Did they say something?”

“They…they said that daddy is lame and weak and that he’s not a real hero.”

You froze at her words, “Why…why would they say that?”

After catching her breath, she told you what happened. She had worn her dynamight jacket to school and some of the boys came up and said that dynamight is lame. She tried to defend him and said ‘He is the coolest daddy and superhero in the world’, which the boys responded to with ‘oh yeah? Then why hasn’t he been on the tv at all?’ ‘I know. He is weak and can’t actually save anybody.’ ‘Yeah, deku is so much cooler.’ ‘Dynamight isn’t even a good superhero.’

“I just want daddy!” She cried.

You hugged her close, tears pricking at your eyes, “Me too, sweetie. Me too.”

It took her a while to stop crying, but she eventually passed out on the couch. You didn’t know what to do. If you called the school, you would have to talk to her teacher who wouldn’t do a thing, you’re sure of that. If you called the parents, it would be three against one. And Kai has been known to take after he father with her short temper. You put a blanket over her and retreated to your room. You closed the door and collapsed on the floor, “Where are you?!” You sobbed, “Please come back! I need you!” You slammed your fist on the floor, cries of sadness and anger spilling out of you. Why? Why did this have to happen?!

-Thanksgiving-

You and Kai went over to Kirishima’s house for Thanksgiving. Everything was fine until everyone was sitting in the living room and saying what they are grateful for.

“I’m grateful for both of you being able to join us.” Kiri’s wife said.

“I’m grateful for my new haircut!” Kiri’s oldest son said.

“What about you Kai?” You looked at your daughter expecting something silly.

“I’m glad that mommy didn’t cry this week about daddy being gone.”

The room went silent.

Kirishima’s wife cleared her throat, “Maybe we should go play upstairs.” She herded the kids up the stairs.

You stood up and went outside, trying not to cry. You wouldn’t want Kai to be disappointed after all. As you stepped out onto the front porch, the cold air slapped you in the face. After a minute you felt a warm hand on your shoulder. You immediately turned to cry into your spiked haired friend’s shirt. He simply rubbed your back, while you wetted his clothes.

After that night, you stopped crying. The hero agency went silent on updates (not that there were any to give) and Kai no longer mentioned Bakugo. With the holiday season, things became bleak. It had been almost three months and there was no sign of him. Nobody knew where he was, let alone if he was alive. You tried your best to go about the holiday season like normal, but you just felt numb. No matter how warm the fire was or how bright the lights were, nothing could make you feel in the Christmas spirit. Kai wrote her letter to Santa and asked you to put it in an envelope to send through the mail. When she wasn’t home, you read the letter, hoping to get some insight into what to get her. However, you froze at her scribbled misspelled words.

Dear Santa,

I know that I’m not the mostest perfect child but I think I have been gooder this year. I don’t want a lot. I just want my daddy to come home. Mama said that he is working but I wish he would come home soon. Maybe you could fire him, then he could come home. I really miss him a lot…and mama does too, even though she won’t say it. So please, use your magic and bring him home.

From Kai ‘lil dynamight’ Bakugo

You broke down crying, wetting her letter in the process. You wished you could make it come true. Never more have you wished for magic to be real, because if it was, maybe he would come home.

Kirishima invited you over for Christmas but you decided to spend it at your house. Maybe it’s because you want this Christmas to feel as normal as possible or maybe you hope that he will come home, but either way, it’s Christmas Eve and you are tucking Kai into bed early, “Alright, remember, you have to stay in bed otherwise Santa won’t come.”

“Okay Mama.” Kai says through a yawn. “I promise to stay right here.”

“Good girl.” You kiss her forehead and get up to leave, but she grabs your arm.

“Mommy…” She looks scared.

You gently stroke her hair, “What’s wrong?”

“Well, I-I don’t want to make you sad.” Tears start to well up in her eyes.

“Hey, no. You can never make me sad. What’s wrong?”

“Is-is daddy going to miss Christmas too?” She sniffles, trying to hold back her tears, but failing.

You hug her close to your chest, letting yourself cry with her, “Honey, I-I really don’t know. I wish I could say no, but-but I don’t know.”

You both sit there and cry until she falls asleep. You gently lay her back in bed and tip toe out to the living room. You go to fill her stocking and can’t help staring at the one next to hers. You and Bakugo let her pick the stockings last year and of course she chose a family set of dynamight stockings. The biggest one was supposed to be Bakugo’s but he filled it for you instead last year. You grab it off the hook and hold it tight to your chest.

“Please,” you whisper, “please come home.”

You hang it back up, almost laughing at the stupidity of your question. You fill up Kai’s stocking and put in a little something for yourself. You try to take a warm bath to forget everything, to drown your sorrows, but all you can think about is him. His empty stocking tomorrow morning, his empty seat at the table, the sad look on Kai’s face when her father isn’t there. You put on your pajamas and go outside to sweep up the reindeer food Kai threw out on the sidewalk. As you are about to go inside, something catches in the corner of your eye. You turn to look across the street and you gasp, the broom dropping with a loud crash. Are you dreaming? Are you hallucinating? Across the street, under a street lamp, stands a tall, muscular figure with familiar spiked hair, except he is beaten and bruised. Tears pour down your face. Before you can even think, you start running towards him, cold air whipping against your face. He moves, with a slight limp, towards you. You jump into his arms, almost knocking him over. He’s home. Katsuki is home. You can feel the dirt and sweat sticking to him, but you don’t care. He cups your face and kisses you with such passion, yet gentleness. Your tears mixing together as you embrace one another for the first time in 3 months.

He holds you so tight against his chest, you almost can’t breathe. He whispers in your ear, “I’m home.”

You kiss him again but with no where near as much gentleness as he did. He picks you up and walks you back inside. He practically falls on the couch from exhaustion, but never lets you go.

“Where have you been?” You look at him through your tears.

“I’m sorry. I know I must have caused you so much trouble. But I’m here now and that’s all that matters.” He says, head pressed against your shoulder.

“Your all beaten and bruised.” You run your hand through his hair, “Is this blood? Oh my gosh what happened? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, just a few cuts and bruises. Nothing a simple first aid kit can’t fix. The mission went bad and I had some run ins with the bad guys, but everything is okay now. They are in custody. I came here as soon as I dropped them off at the station.” His voice is barely a raspy whisper.

“I was so scared. I didn’t know if you would come home. God, thank you for coming home!”

You two sit in each others arms for what feels like forever yet not enough time. You eventually force Katsuki to take a shower and then go to bed. Oh how you missed his warm embrace, holding you while you sleep. How you missed the dip on his side of the bed. How you missed kissing him goodnight.

The next morning, you are so lost in his warmth that you almost forget about Christmas, but of course Kai doesn’t. You had told her to wait in her room until you came to get her in the morning. You wake up to the sound of her screaming your name. You are about to jump out of bed when you realize why she is calling your name. You sigh knowing that nothing is wrong. You gently wake up Bakugo, his tired eyes barely look up at you. “Come on. I think there is someone who wants to see you.”

You go into Kai’s room with a huge, real smile on your face. “Merry Christmas, munchkin. I have a big surprise for you.”

“Is it extra presents?!” She jumps up and down on her bed, blissfully unaware of who awaits her in the living room.

“The biggest present of them all.” You cover her eyes and lead her out to the living room. “Okay, open!”

As you uncover her eyes, Kai makes the loudest gasping squeal noise you have ever heard, “DADDY!!!!!”

She runs past all of her stocking stuffers and giant presents and leaps into Bakugo’s arms. He spins her around hugging her so tight he might as well be crushing her. “My princess, gosh I missed you.” You hug both of them, wiping the tears from your husbands eyes.

“Welcome home, Katsuki.”

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What happened to Bakugo -coming soon

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Can't Erase Heartbreak

A/N:As requested here is my first Aizawa x reader fic!I hope it hits you in the feels reading it cause it certainly hit me where it hurts while writing it.Enjoy!

Warnings:Minors DNI,angst,heartbreak,cheating,divorce,slight violence from reader

Pairing:Shouta Aizawa x f!Reader

Word Count:890

You spent 4 hours in front of that damn mirror, second guessing ever accessory and gem in your hair before stepping away to look at the full length mirror. You stared at yourself, hopelessly fidgeting with your long purple dress. It was this beautiful sleeveless number with layers and ruffles that you bought for this specific occasion. It was your 6 year wedding anniversary to the one and only erasure hero. You wanted to surprise him with a fancy dinner and a walk through the park at sunset but he hasn't come home yet. You started to get worried. He should've been home a half hour ago. You pulled out your cellphone and dialed his number. You waited as it rang in your ear until it went to voicemail. Shota never lets you go to voicemail. That's when you decided to go and investigate. You got in your car and turned the key, peeling off in the direction of UA.

Slamming the door to your car, you run through the gates frantically looking around the empty campus. The sun was already starting to set and from the looks of it, everyone had already gone home. Teachers included. So what was Shouta doing here? 'Maybe he's just grading papers and lost track of time? He's always talking about how a few of his students need have more trouble.', you thought to yourself as you took the familiar route through the halls to his classroom. As you came upon his door, you heard voices. You could tell that one of them belonged to your sweet, beloved Shota but you didn't recognize the second voice. You quietly pushed the door open just to have a tiny peek, just enough for no one in the room to be able to notice you. That's when you felt the metaphorical knife go through you. It was like being completely gutted from the inside out, your whole world flipping and turning inside out. Ms. Joke. There she was. On your Shouta's lap. You pushed the door open wide enough to be noticed but they were so busy swallowing each other's tongues that they didn't notice. Almost. Shouta felt your stare burning into the side of his head so hard that he turned slowly towards his door. His eyes were wide when they met yours but you couldn't even really react. All you could manage was to stare him in the face while you raised your left hand. Your eyes never left his as you slid the diamond ring off of your ring finger and gently placed it on Kirishima's desk before calmly walking away and out of the building. Aizawa chased after you, calling your name the whole way and you heard him. Oh, you heard him alright but you couldn't find it in you to care. Even as you got into your car and drove away, to have dinner alone, you felt nothing.

*Timeskip*

You sat on the kitchen counter, pouring yourself a glass of 7 Moons red from the bottle you had bought for tonight. You scrolled through the many texts and voicemails that he had left you while you were at dinner. You had also stopped sharing your location with him which you were sure pissed him off to no end. Aizawa eventually made his way through the door and stared at you brokenly. You could tell just by looking at him that any resolve or determination he once had was completely demolished. "Listen I can explai-" You cut him off. "We're getting a divorce." Your statement is blunt, simple, and just that. A statement. No room for argument or persuasion. "Kitty Cat, please. It's not what it-" You cut him off yet again. "Firstly, you don't get to call me that anymore. It's (Y/N) to you. And secondly, it what? Wasn't what it looked like? Cause what it looked like was Ms. Joke sitting in my husband's fucking lap, making out with him when he was supposed to be home an hour ago for our goddamn anniversary dinner, Shouta!" You spit words like venom through gritted teeth. He stared at you with shame in his eyes. 'As he fucking should' You thought to yourself. "I deserve better than that and you fucking know it. So before I pack my bag to leave, I just want to know one thing." Your eyes never strayed from his scared face. You'd never seen Shota so fearful before this moment. He nodded. "How long?" He looked away from your eyes for the first time since he got home, begging for your mercy. "6 years to the date." Your blood boiled. You stood in shock for just a moment. "6 fucking years Shouta?!? You're fucking kidding me right? You've been cheating on me, your wife, the woman you married, for our entire marriage?! I can't fucking believe you. Honestly I fucking can't!" That's when you grab the expensive bottle of red on the counter and smash it over his goddamn skull. He clearly wasn't using the brain inside of it, anyways. You grab your purse deciding to come collect your things later, storming over to the door. As your hand is on the knob, door half open, you turn to Shota as he's groveling at your feet on the ground. "I should've fucked Mic on our honeymoon."

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