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yanderenightmare · 5 months

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Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku

TW: NSFW, dubcon, captive darling, abuse of power, coercion, deepthroating, penetration v, threesome, degradation

fem reader

Thinking of pro-heroes Dynamight and Deku finally capturing the villain they’ve long been seeking, only to offer her a get-out-of-jail-free card if she gives them a little something in return…

You’re on your knees between them.

“Aww, now that’s a pretty sight~ ain’t it, Deku?”

“Agree, Kachan~ who’d've known the little felon could be so sweet~”

It’s but a small favor in regard to what they’re giving you in exchange. Suck their cocks, and you go free. You’ve done worse for less before. Being a criminal has never come without costs.

Still… the whole thing is so embarrassing. Mouth wide open with their leaky cockheads hugging for space inside it. They’re way too big to both have room, but they don’t seem all that concerned by it.

“C’mere,” The blonde groans, taking your head for himself – angling your plump lips back and forth on his shaft, sucking his teeth as you suckle on the fat veins found there. “That’s it, street scum- earn that freedom…”

Another weighty palm drapes your head, and you’re steered over to the other throbbing member. He nudges his tip inside your mouth and has the plush head fuck the pocket of your cheek, eerily smiling down at the sight. “Street scum is a bit harsh, isn’t it? I mean, look at that face~” He purrs, petting the abused cheek he was bulging.

Your hair is pulled in the other direction again, and you pop off the one in your mouth only to be invaded by the other again – this time deeper – and deeper again. He uses both hands to hold you down.

“Still only useful for one thing-” He growls, and you gag, spit bubbles frothing around the shaft as your throat tightens up.

When he lets go, you jerk back with a cough – both your palms splayed flat on the ground, spluttering with hiccups, spit drooping down your chin while sipping sharp breaths that burn in your lungs.

“Aw- where’d all that confidence go, hm?” His hand tangles back in your hair and angles your face up again – now riddled with pretty deep-throat tears. Lips bloated and shivering with short shuddering inhales and exhales.

“’Think the poor thing bit off a little more than she could swallow…” The other man muses, grabbing your jaw and angling you his way again, pushing his slicken cockhead passed your lips.

He drives just as deep as the former one did, aided by all four of their hands pushing you down until your nose pressed into the stiff muscles of his pelvis, buried in the ticklish green curls there – feeling his cock bend down the gorge of your throat. It does an excited jump each time you gag.

He pulls out slowly – but not all the way – looking down at you as you suck in breaths around the chub of his grith.

“We can always test ‘nother of yer’ holes if it gets too much for yah?” The blonde husks, tapping the weight of himself against your forehead, resting his balls in your hair.

“Don’t patronize her- I think a hardened criminal can handle this much...” The one taking space in your mouth says – beginning to slide himself all the way back down again, hitting your uvula like a punching bag with his balls slapping wetly against the slobber on your chin.

Your hands brace themselves against the stiff muscles on his thighs, feeling them flex through the spandex of his tight uniform. You close your eyes, squeezing them tight as he bores down your jugular again. Spluttering up spit and taking desperate breaths once you’re released.

You’re not given much time before another fist finds your hair again – though this time, your own hands come up to protect you – keeping yourself at arms-length by bracing against the oncoming hips.

“Wah-wait- break- just-” You blub, and the cock slides up your face instead, tapping its hefty weight against your cheek and temple.

“Hm, maybe you were right, Kachan. Maybe I was overestimating her…” The green-haired one mused, his voice sounding suggestive – followed by a soft scoff from the one resting his cock on your face.

“Okay then, up we go, lil’ crook-” He leaned down and grabbed you by the arm, lifting you from the floor. “Wouldn’t wanna make yah pass out, after all...”

He spun you around so your ass was pressed against his crotch, making you rest palms-first against the other man’s swole chest – standing tightly between them while the blonde behind you balled your dress up around your waist.

“No, wait- you’ll still let me go, right?” You stutter, reeling from the feel of his fat shaft, wet with your drool where it slid up between your crack while he softly humped his hips into your rear.

The one in front took your chin. “Oh- don’t worry~ let us have our fun, and we promise no prison.”

The cock is tapped on your asscheek whilst its owner places wet hot kisses up your neck. “Still up for it, hm?” He gruffs hotly at your ear, holding you steady by the hip whilst stroking himself in the other.

You bite your lips, brows doing little tremoring motions as you quickly try and mull it over in your head. Ending up with giving them a little nod.

He bites your earlobe with a rusty chuckle. “That’s a smart cookie.” Ushering you up to stand atop the other man’s shoes, making you just the right height for him to send his shaft down the cleft of your butt. Sliding it in between your thighs, rubbing himself against the puff of your cunt through the lacy silk of your panties.

He’s kind enough to get you a little warmed up first before peeling them aside and lightly slapping his manhood up against the slit. But the way you gasp is just way too cute for him to hold back – making him run his fat cockhead through your lips, back and forth to slick you up, rubbing over your clit – forcing an involuntary buck of your hips.

He hums at the movement, finding your hole and kissing it with his tip, groaning out a “Yer’ way too pretty for prison…” against your ear – playing with your entrance without pushing in just yet, giving the ill-prepped thing a warning of what to handle. “Poor doll would be everyone’s favorite lil’ jailbird.”

You croon with a whimper when he splits you open, even as he does so slowly – and the other guy takes the opportunity to catch your mouth with his.

“Wouldn’t stand a chance against the other inmates…” He moans, sliding his hand from your chin to your neck, holding it just tight enough to encourage you to keep your head up – as he slips his own thickness between the doughy fat of your inner thighs, rubbing over your clit on its way.

It makes you ache around the member bottoming out inside you. “Not to mention the guards…” He continued. “They’d all have a ball with fresh ‘n’ tight meat like you.”

You moan into the mouth in front of you, panting on his lips when he speaks. “It would be too cruel of us to send you to a place like that…”

“Despite it bein’ where all you wrongdoers belong.” The hands placed on your hips keep you planted as he pulls out and lolls forward again.

Your thighs shudder from the feel of it, squeezing the one caught between them tightly. “Poor thing would get passed around from morning to lights out.” His words pour into your mouth where it gapes open – feeling his ridges and veins catch your clit – making your lower belly coil like an adder – clawing your nails into his chest in order to pursue it.

“Tied to the bars of yer’ cell for everyone to have a go.” The one behind grunted, kneading himself into your womb – fucking you deep and slow enough to feel you flutter on his length. “We’ll be a lot nicer with yah.”

“Promise, sweet thing.” The one in front chuckles when you cum – shaking on both their cocks – weak in their hands – resting your sweet face against his chest with blank eyes glossed over from pleasure.

You’re not going to prison, but you’ll soon find out if you agree that staying locked up in their house as their personal pet is much different or better…

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gglitch1dd · 5 months

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Anonymous asked:

Do you have any headcanons or thoughts on Pro Hero Deku falling for villain or former one? Please feel free to delete this if this wasn’t what you meant earlier

Love and Villainry.

Hero Midoriya Izuku x villain Reader

Honestly wasn’t sure how to write this one but I hope it does this justice.

Note: Dad for One (AFO is Izuku’s dad), hinted passions.

When the alert went out and Midoriya saw who the villain was, his breath got caught up in his throat. He felt like he could barely breathe.

You were on the loose again.

It was something Midoriya found so overwhelmingly annoying that at most times he’d rather send his side kicks to go and deal with you then to deal with you himself….

however that would mean not interacting with you and that would be a real shame if he didn’t at least give you one of his stern talkings. It was his favourite part of his week.

Midoriya quickly raced to pull on his gloves.

“Deku.”

The sound of the voice of Bakugou Katsuki annoyed him more than anything else. Midoriya would whole heartedly rather pluck every freckle from his body than listen to Bakugou speak for more than a few seconds tolerable.

Midoriya let out a sigh as he turned to look at the blond sidekick next to him. “Yes, kacchan?” He asked.

Bakugou had his arms folded over his chest as he looked at him. “You don’t mind if I take Ochaco out to that one place on Horikoshi Avenue do you? The one that sells the breadsticks she likes?” The question made a heavy bile of anger and disgust build up in MIdoriya’s throat, almost making him feel sick. “I mean, I just figured that since you took her there and you said she liked it, it might be a better experiance with me.” Bakugou leaned against the door of his locker.

Of course Midoriya minded, the only thing about it was that he couldn’t exactly do anything about it. Ochaco was his ex-girlfriend, specifically ex because she cheated on him with said blond hero. If there was one thing that Midoriya hated most in the world it would probably be Bakugou Katsuki and then his own life.

He thought life would be better with the quirk from All Might. He would be strong and no one would bully him ever again. He would be able to achieve his dreams and maybe… just maybe be a bit more desirable to others.

But ever since UA, life has been anything but what he had hopped for. He had a great quirk and sure he was nice. The perfect example for a hero but it all amounted to nothing when the girl he had liked for years ended up cheating on him with someone he thought he was on relatively decent terms with now to consider a friend. It all felt for nothing when most of the friends he had made in high school seemed too busy with hero work or supporting Ochaco and her “expressing her sexuality”. It didn’t matter that no matter how hard he tried he had not reached number one hero status yet because the Bakugou’s just so happen to be one of the biggest sponsors for hero events. Life only got worse when his sweet mother got sick and was now in hospital causing for Midoriya to work four times as hard and twice as man shifts to cover her medical bills.

Midoriya sighed as he closed his locker and pressed the button on his gloves. His hero cape came flying onto is shoulders, latching on and staying there. “Do whatever you want Kacchan.” He spoke as he left out of the room heading out to the closest exit.

Midoriya always knew when and where to find you. He had studied you enouugh to know that by the time he got to the jewellery store that you had just robbed it would have been too late to catch you.

Your quirk was a powerful one, which didn’t make sense to why on earth you were doing petty roberies and thievery. However, if it meant he got to see you more, he couldn’t exactly complain.

Midoriya landed on the roof top of the building with a heavy thud. It was the dead of night and there was something heavy in the air like always.

He looked around the top of the building eyes scanning the area. “You know, I’m starting to think hide and seek is one of your favourite games.” He commented as he was all by himself.

MIdoriya was vigilant and he was smart. WHich was why it didn’t take much for him to flick his wrist towards you, blackwhip used, and you were being pulled towards him out of the shadows and darkness. You were thrusted into his chest, contained by his quirk.

You looked up at him with a sultry look and a smirk on your face. “It seems as though you love to catch me, little hero.” You teased as you allowed him to keep you captive.

“Keeps me busy.” He shrugged with a smirk on his face as he looked down at you. His dark green eyes were trapped on you almost as if he was hipnotised, as if he couldn’t see anything past you and nothing before you. He had to use every part of his body not to lean down and kiss you.

You chuckled at his self control. “Hero work not keeping you busy, Deku?” You asked with a raised eyebrow. “You know with your quirk you can easily-”

“Don’t even try it.” He reminded you. His quirk disipated as you were left free. He simply opened his palm.

You pouted as you looked at him. “Its so unfair that you always think I’m up to no good.” You stated as you moved a step closer to him, an innocently. You put a hand to his chest and another one felt up his arm and his large bicep. “How could I ever compete with such a big and strong man like you?” You asked softly as you looked up to him, your kisses aimed at his neck.

Midoriya let out a stuttered breath as his eyes nearly rolled back as your kisses turned hot as you sucked at his skin. He had to stay focused, but it was so hard when you had your body pressed up against him and your mouth on him.

“Don’t you want to take something else…” You started as you whispered into his ear, one hand moving to direct his hand between your thighs. “Little hero?” You breathed.

Midoriya swallowed down hard, his own morals and responsibilities fighting against his lust and obsession of you. He dragged a hand up your body, moving up and over your sternum. He watched your body shiver as he moved one of his large gloved hands to wrap around your neck. A playful squeeze went to your neck nearly making you bite back a moan as you stared up at him.

“Y/N…” He started speaking. Then right in front of you in his free hand was the diamond necklace and bracelet you had been hiding on your person. Your eyes widened in surprise. He looked down at you almost disappointed. He shook his head with a tsk. “If you want to get into my pants you’ll have to try harder than that, next time.”

He let go of you and turned to put the stolen items in his utility belt. You chuckled as you nodded. “Alright then. Although with your intelligence and skill I really think your wasting your life.”

Midoriya chuckled as he shook his head. “Coming from the villain? Remind me who is keeping you out of jail and putting food in your stomach?” He asked snarkly.

You weren’t bothered by his anger or attitude. “I’m serious, Midoriya. You deserve better.” You informed him. “You know that All for One will welcome you with open arms if you decide to.” At the mention of the infamous villain Midoriya sucked in a breath and looked away from you. “He’s your father."

“He is a man that just so happens to have taken part in my conception and that is all.” Midoriya corrected to you to his own personal view of the matter.

You let out a heavy breath as you walked over closer to him. “How’s your mother?” You asked softly.

He was silent for a moment as he looked out at the city. “Hanging in there.” He whispered.

You were careful but you placed your hand on his back, Placing in front of him you puta rather thick envelope.

MIdoriya hesitated as he started to shake his head. “Y/N-”

“It’s for you and it’s clean. i made sure.” You whispered to him. “Take care of yourself MIdoriya. If you wont let me do it in the way I want to, at least take this.”

Midoriya was speechless as he looked down at you. The green haired hero didn’t say a word as he moved one hand to the side of your face, leaning down to kiss you. You happily accepted as you kissed him back, wholeheartedly.

Midoriya closed his eyes as he moved back, resting his forehead against yours. “Thank you.” He whispered.

You smiled. “Anything for you, Izuku.”

-Glitch1d

#midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku x reader #mha #mha izuku #deku x reader #i

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zazter-den · 4 months

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You didn't know what exactly was going through your fiance Katsuki's mind when he invited your exes to your friends-only wedding.

You grew even more suspicious when he swore to you on his life that he wouldn't say a word to them. That with the invitation, he just wanted to clear the air. After letting you choose the cake, taking care of the custom gown you wanted with his mom, and supporting you through family drama-It was really the only thing he truly requested during the full blown circus that was marrying a Pro-Hero. And if he was avoiding them anyway, how much harm could it be?

It was only during the reception, when Kirishima put the chair in the middle of the dancefloor and Katsuki shot a wild grin at your former lovers as he got up from the table, that you realized your mistake.

True to his word- Katsuki never said a thing to your exes. But then again, he didn't need to. Not with the way he hooked both your pretty heels over his shoulder as he dove under your skirts. Nearly growling, he nipped up your thigh to your garter. Chuckling hotly as he felt you tremble with need the moment he pressed a kiss to your clit, before he ripped the piece of lace down your leg with his teeth.

You should've known better. The only way Dynamight clears the air is with an explosion of sparks.

#Just a 10min drabble while I'm between catching up on projects #Kiki and I were talking about wedding traditions in our extended families that seems odd to either us or others-#-and I can see Katsuki being that over-the-top garter guy #Kirishima would be the one dude that genuinely dives like a football player for the thrown garter cause he's planning on proposing next #zaz drabbles #katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #minors dni #female reader

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imagination-mess · 1 year

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Reality Show: Pro Heroes Wives (Aizawa Shota Edition)

Reference to Rika from Bakugou and Pro Hero from Kirishima and Midoriya

*mentions you have 3 children (Eri/Shinsou/your own with Aizawa)*

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There is a reality show where pro heroes' wives are on television and paid to be there. It is filled with juicy gossip and pure drama. There are few wives in this second season who were kept out of the spotlight which adds mystery and theories to be created about who they were married to.

The same winners who were in the group that couldn’t be identified are back this season as a surprise challenge. Unlike last season, it wasn’t told in the very beginning of this reason already revealed which Pro Heroes Wives will be featured

There are only a few left remaining without being matched, which were mostly underground heroes who people don’t typically pay attention to. Half of the cast already knew each other because their spouses have interacted on more than one occasion and are disqualified from participating in the weekend challenge of the show for those spouses. The others who do not know have to identify them, but the others did not spill any things that would clue who their spouse was.

This weekend's challenge was the ones who didn’t get their rating from the public are put to guess their opponent chosen by the directors of who their spouses are, people are having a hard time guessing at home as well. These wives have pictures of other pro heroes which confuses the public about who their spouses were. It was a friendly picture to professional pictures that had been taken.

The two members, Rika, and Pro Hero [Blank] who were also voted off from the show by their peers had made their decision. They make this decision based on their friends and notes taken throughout the show.

It was you, they had to guess who your spouse is. The two ladies stood on the platform while you were sitting on the red couch seat with a wine glass in your hands. There was a screen behind you with a black box with an enormous question mark. You were confident they wouldn't be able to guess correctly. You have been on the hot seat a few times. You also know they wouldn't be able to because they have very little information about underground heroes, which you have been told by your husbands’ former students' wives.

“We chose Pro Hero Mindjack,” Rika speaks into the microphone while the screen reveals the pro hero at the latest picture of the Hero Gala beside them.

There was an immediate reaction from you which was coughing on your wine with eyes widened. Your facial expression shows how shocked you were. and the crowd who were within the circle of the pro hero were screaming “HOW” to cough on their drinks.

“Based on the comment you mentioned this week was that your husband's quirk involves a specific muscle in the body.” Pro Hero [Blank] adding an explanation.

“What do you say to that? Miss [Former Last Name]?” The host asks for your input.

“Mindjack is a very handsome man, but he is way too young for me. Here is a clue, I am a mother of 3. I am confident my oldest son is having some sort of reaction to this but don’t expect a reaction on social media. You are not going to find it. Additionally, my oldest son is around his age.”

Meanwhile, on social media, people were going crazy about the fact you looked younger than your age to be a mother of three. No one could find the children that related to you, because you never did post them on your social media including your spouse. It was a very professional account which disappointed some fans of the show. They aren’t able to figure out who your spouse is.

Proherofan34 tweeted: All I am hearing is that [Name] is milf.

Uravityfan89 tweets: I need her skincare routine! *attaches its mighty need. *

There are videos of you including from seasons 1 and 2 clips of you with the audio sound of Mommy, sorry to step on me. Other videos of being a collaboration of your top moments of being unbothered along with your greatest comebacks from season 1. You humbled certain younger women. There were old videos of you throwing a man twice your size out of a nightclub along with videos of being a momma bear to those who needed help at the nightclub circling the internet.

There were multiple pictures of you and younger Shinsou with a few others such as Bakugou, and Kaminari at different metal musician group concerts that circled around the interest taken from the Pro Hero Chargebolt account.

The clue you had given to the cast and to the public had narrowed the options to two options the Pro Heroes who have 3 children had mentioned in interviews and such.

Pro Hero Eraserhead, Pro Hero Hawks, and Pro Hero Gang Orca.

Meanwhile, Eri is holding out her hand out at Hitoshi who was pulling out his wallet for the money. He has lost the bet. Eri is glued to the show and watching too intensely to the point that she is rambling about her theories with her brother and father.

Shota is just staring at them silently in disbelief with the toddler sleeping on his lap.

‘I am not gonna even ask.’

Pro Hero Deku Edition

Pro Hero Dynamight Edition

Pro Hero Shoto Edition

Pro Hero Red Riot Edition

Pro Hero Hellfire (Touya) Edition

Pro Hero Mindjack Edition

Reality Show: Unmasked Pro Heroes

#aizawa x reader #aizawa shota x reader #shota aizawa x reader #shota x reader #aizawa shouta x reader #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa shota x y/n #shouta x you #shouta x reader #aizawa x female reader #shouta x fem!reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x reader

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coralinnii · 7 months

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I have a request for the villainess AU. For Ace and Deuce, what if it was a love triangle between the MC? I just can’t imagine them being separated because them fighting over the Mc is much funnier!

❋ Being Reincarnated into a New World as the Bad Guy ❋

↳ Love Triangle scenario(?)

feat: Ace and Deuce

genre: humour, budding romance, friends-to-something more?

note: part of the “Reincarnated into a New World as the Bad Guy” series or the Villain/ess au, part of the 2.7k followers event, references to other villain/ess au works (specifically Riddle ver.), Ace + Deuce + reader are old enough to drink, no pronouns used with reader, minor mention of death

I don’t usually do the love triangle trope because real life ones hurt alot and it brings up some bad memories, but I’ll consider it for this, just for y’all~ I genuinely tried but rather than a love triangle, I may have accidentally created a… (seriously was not my intention)

Villain/ess au Series Masterlist

2.7K Followers Writing Event

Before the oath of the sword, the three of you made an oath of your own. One of unquestioned trust and camaraderie. No matter where the string of fate would take either of you, the promise made one drunken night between you, Ace, and Deuce was stronger.

That night was fuelled with unrestrained emotions, with shouting and tears, most coming from you. Especially when you awoke one day with strange visions flooded your dreams, vivid images that spoke of a horrible future for you.

Memories of a strange novel, one that eerily resembles your current world down to each royal family member and even your friends’ lives. But while a hero’s glory awaits your dearest ones, you were left as a tragic minor antagonist.

A mere childhood friend of Ace and Deuce, you became jealous of a former baron’s daughter suddenly turned Queen when she grew close to your friends as her knight escorts. You turned to petty acts in response, spewing nasty rumours among the townfolks of the new Queen but like an angelic protagonist, she revealed your misdeeds but forgave you for your childish taunts. Nevertheless, you lost the respect of your only friends and you were left behind.

But despite the Queen’s pardon, King Riddle heard of your disgraceful behaviour against his beloved and called for your immediate execution, which became the final push for Ace and Deuce to join in the Queen’s rebellion against her own tyrannical husband. Because that’s all you were, a mere catalyst for the story to continue on.

You couldn’t imagine yourself turning into a cliche bully and admittedly, the idea of your untimely demise left you shaking in fear on occasion. But the worst of your premonitory dreams was the predicted end of your friendship.

The looks of disgust and disappointment that painted Ace’s and Deuce’s face seared into your mind, your heart shattering like glass at their wishes to never see you again. The fear of abandonment stings you like a crack in your heart which never healed, it scared you to the point that the moment you saw them happily enjoying the night, you drunkenly cried out.

“I love you so much, please don’t leave me.”

Unceremoniously, your body slumped onto the tavern’s table as you blacked out into an alcoholic slumber. How evil of you, conveniently unable to explain what you meant by your slurred confession, or to whom you were referring to.

Ace and Deuce were visibly distracted during their knight training the morning after, one of the few times that they must separate from you. Your words looping over and over in their heads like an endless echo. Your voice pleaded so sincerely with tears cascading down your cheeks.

“What should we do, Ace?” Deuce broke the awkward silence during their water break, finally taking a step to mention the elephant in the room. Your words that resembled a wistful confession struck him with worry (and a hint of budding hope). But unlike him, Ace was quick to look for possible excuses for your actions.

“Don’t be dumb. It was probably just the alcohol talking. Don’t you remember how much we all drank?” The reddish hue of Ace’s cheeks however betrayed his true emotions. In truth, he was just as frazzled by your words as Deuce was. He kept trying to convince himself that you meant nothing by it, to not get his hopes up. But the little devil on his shoulder whispers in his ear, “but what if you did mean something by it?”

Since then, you felt that your time spent with the duo increased since your last outing. Instead of staying back in the knight’s barracks right after training, Ace and Deuce visited your hometown more often that was not the most convenient travel destination. You felt at least one pair of eyes, either sea blue or rose red or both, watching you before turning away when you tried to catch their gaze.

But it seems that some people did noticed something different with the two young men, specifically their family. Deuce’s mother would smile knowingly at you whenever you drop by to offer some assistance in her business, occasionally mentioning how much her son has grown. Funnily enough, Ace’s older brother mentioned something similar about the redhead, though it was more laced with a teasing tone than one of filial affection.

But you weren’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. You enjoyed the frequent visits of your best friends, especially knowing they will be even busier when the announcement of a new royal member would take your precious moments with them. Rumours were spread about the town of a mysterious figure locked in a tower which were not part of your memories, but your wary heart kept you mindful of the possible news regarding the imperial family.

Your worries intensified when Ace and Deuce announced their new task once dawn breaks, they were to escort the newest addition to the royal family back to the palace. In an attempt to quell your unease, you made an embarrassing request.

“You want to do what?” A bright red hue on Deuce’s face heavily contrasted with his raven blue hair, but you were no position to tease him as you could assume that your embarrassed complexion was no better. “Y-You mean…you…and us…”

The three of you lost track of time chatting and goofing off in your quarters and didn’t realize how the sun has long gone to rest for the night. Instead of returning to their own home, you asked if the two knights were willing to stay over the night, like in your younger days. Back when you three were more used to wooden swords than ones of steel, when your only worry was if your parents were going to cook your favourites that night.

Back when you three shared the same bed together.

“It’s not that crazy of a request…” you pouted but you supposed it was rather absurd to ask your friends, who old enough to be considered men, something so childish. Perhaps those carefree days are truly long gone.

“I’m not opposed to it” Ace gave his signature cheeky smile as he naturally wrapped his arm around your shoulder, slightly leaning his weight onto you. “If you just can’t help but miss our company, we can have a good ol’ slumber party. Just like old times~”

You’re starting to reconsider your request.

But Ace wasn’t done. “Well, it’s not exactly like old times. We’re definitely bigger than back when we were kids”

The redhead was obviously right. The three of you were nothing like the tiny versions of you in the past, and your best friends have certainly bulked up since they started their journey into knighthood. You tried your best but you couldn’t help but gaze in appreciation of the hard work the two of them did to build the stamina and muscles to protect their kingdom, respectfully of course.

“I doubt that all three of us can fit on your teeny little bed.” the scarlet-eyed knight exaggerated his point by squinting his fingers to describe your bed. “I guess Deucey’s just gonna have to go home for tonight.”

“Hey, wait a minute! Why me?!” Deuce snapped out from his flustered daze to glare at Ace, pulling his shaggy-haired companion by the neck of his shirt. “Who are you to tell me what to do?”

Ace remained unperturbed, too used to the blunette’s burst of anger “It’s nothing personal, buddy. But you grind your teeth real loud at night. How is any of us gonna get any sleep?”

“Well you’re a pain to wake up in the morning!” Deuce angrily countered. “Don’t make it our problem to get your ass up tomorrow.”

You watched your best friends bicker and argue, as if you didn’t already know of their terrible sleeping habits. Sure, Deuce grinds his teeth but you always tried to gently soothe his jaw hoping to relax him. Ace may sleep like the dead but his cute little pout every time he finally wakes up makes the effort all worth it to you.

They were idiots, but they were your idiots.

“Will you both stop fighting already?” Ace and Deuce immediately paused as your voice caught their attention, like it always does. “No one’s gotta leave. My bed is not that small, you know?”

To prove your point, you took each of the boy’s hand and led them without issue. For someone as tall and built as them, they were so easy to pull and push as you please. Carefully, you pressed your hands against their chest to push them backwards onto your bed. You then crawled onto the bed yourself between Ace and Deuce, the men automatically shifting their bodies to make space for you.

Satisfied, you laid onto your back and you took the hand of both men, each of your hand snuggly holding their warm, calloused ones. You smiled brightly at the fuzzy feelings of nostalgia bubbling in you, pressing your joining hands to your chest, atop of your beating heart.

“See, no one needs to leave.” your bright eyes looked up to your favourite people, cheeky joy evident in your gaze.

A rare occurrence, the two chatty troublemakers were left speechless. In their defence, they were too busy trying to contain the burst of happiness in their hearts to reply back to you, barely pushing the redness of their cheeks at bay.

#yo did I really say reader has two hands?#I did not plan that!#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #villainess au #ace trappola #ace trapolla x reader #twst ace x reader #deuce spade #twst deuce x reader #2.7k followers event

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ayasuki · 10 months

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5th Bakugou x Reader Fanfic recs

> • 𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒔 𝑳𝒊𝒔𝒕

all fics are angst (can have comfort ending and none)

" kiss it better " by laraleafs

pro-hero!bakugou x gn!reader

summary: katsuki finishes his shift at his hero agency, but a sudden villain fight leaving hi, with cuts and bruises. which you have to fix.

" better off " by awkatsukis

pro-hero!bakugou x gn!reader

warning: ex! highschool sweethearts, hurt with little comfort, mentions of breakups & heartbreak.

" no title " by bleedingredridinghood

bakugou x fem!reader

warning: angst to comfort/fluff

" no title " by aquadenks

bakugou x gn!reader

warning: angst and pining

" admit it " by lightseoul

pro-hero!bakugou x fem!worker!reader

series, 3 parts. ( Ⅱ | still do , Ⅲ | prove it )

summary: synopsis. loving him from afar was enough. at least, it should’ve been enough. until it wasn’t. (or, in which you subtly take care of your ex, bakugou katsuki, who also happens to be the namesake of the agency you’re working at.)

" i'm done talkin' " by eijirousbestie

bakugou x gn!reader

2 parts. ( Ⅱ | i want you )

warning: unresolved anger issues

" no title " by bleedingredridinghood

bakugou x fem!reader

" walk away as the door slams " by grapementos

former pro-hero!bakugou x gn!reader

series, 3 parts. ( Ⅱ | ugly truth , Ⅲ | perseverance

warning: heavily toxic relationships, emotionally abusive (gaslighting, etc.), angst

"no title " by catzula

bakugou x fem!reader

summary: it’s bakugou’s birthday, so why isn’t he still home?

warning: angst but with good ending, reader being forgetful, katsuki being somewhat a shitty boyfriend

#bakugo fanfic recs #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #mha bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugo katsuki x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugo katsuki fluff #katsuki fluff #bakugou angst #bakugo angst #katsuki angst #bakugou katsuki comfort #bakugou katsuki fanfic

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dira333 · 4 months

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Caught a kiss - Amajiki x Reader

for @missalienqueen - hope this was the vibe you were looking for - Follower Celebration Request

You are going to lose your job.

It’s as easy as that and just as painful to accept.

You have less than 24 hours to deliver your final draft; all you’ve got so far are the villain's design, the hero’s parents and best friend, and a rough draft of what you want to happen. Oh, and about twelve crappy drafts of the hero, every single one worse than the one before.

The hero with the strength quirk is just a cheap version of All Might and has been overdone for ages. The hero that looks dark and sinister but is actually a sweetheart reminds you too much of former Pro Hero Eraserhead and you don’t want anyone to accuse you of using your former teacher for your work.

One should think that coming up with new ideas comes easier after three successful book deals, but the opposite is the problem.

After more than six months of creative block, you cannot hide it any longer from the publisher or your writing partner, but you will be damned if you give up before your time has fully run out.

You get up with a heavy sigh, hoping against all odds that another cup of coffee will solve your problems.

Just as you push yourself up, an explosion goes off outside, its force strong enough to leave the floor trembling. You stumble, but your balance is off and you knock heavily into your table. Your hip and thigh hurt from the impact but you try to get up, only to be knocked to the other side by the second blast, the explosion even closer this time.

“Here.” Someone cushions your fall with their body. You look up into a pale face, almond-shaped eyes filled with worry as they take you in. Right. It’s the person who always sits ducked into the corner booth, fully engrossed in a book every time you come in to write. So far you’ve never seen more of him than the messy indigo hair that is not hidden behind his book. You can’t help yourself but take him in now that you’re this close. His mouth is a tight line and his ears… your heart lurches at the sight of their pointed tips. It makes him look like an elf.

“A-A-Are you okay?” The man stutters and you nod, blink yourself out of your stupor only to realize that you’re leaning way too heavily into him. All he did was keep you from falling over and you’re repaying the favor by putting all your weight onto him.

“Oh, oh, I’m sorry.”

“I-It’s o-okay.” His mouth pulls into an even firmer line and he looks past you. Whatever he sees has his eyes widening and you turn to see for yourself, only to be pulled down.

“Stay here.” He insists, voice suddenly firm. “Hide in the booth.”

Another explosion rings out, the sound deafening this time. When the ringing stops, he’s gone from your side. From your new hiding space, you can see him, walking upright to the door.

He’s a dichotomy, soft indigo cardigan wrapped around his lanky figure as if trying to protect him from the harshness of the world, but his steps are firm and his posture speaks of determination. You can tell that he knows what he’s doing in the way he utters short commands to the other people in the coffee shop.

The next time you see him is half an hour later when the police are taking statements.

He’s standing a bit to the side and someone must have brought him his hero costume, but you’d recognize that indigo hair everywhere, even if it’s partially hidden by a white hood.

“I didn’t see much.” You say, eyes never leaving the guy who, in your eyes, saved the day. “After he… I’m sorry, I don’t know his name, but the Hero in the white tunic… After he stepped out, I briefly saw a group of men with black suits and black face paint. And then, a few minutes later, one of them ran this way.” You point down the street. “But he was wearing something else. Something red on his head, like a wig, maybe?”

The police officer gives you a skeptical look. “Are you sure? You’re the only one who pointed that out.”

“I mean, I could be wrong, I’m not sure if it was a wig or not. Did no one else see someone running?”

“They did, but they all agree it was a civilian.”

“No, it was definitely not a civilian. I saw his face and while it didn’t have any facepaint on, it was clear that he wasn’t frightened. He looked pissed. No civilian would run around looking like that after such explosions and a bank robbery going on at the same time, don’t you think.”

“We’ll look into it.” The officer says, noncommittally and leaves you in favor of talking to someone else.

Your eyes immediately wander back to the hero who saved you and your legs seem to take that as an order to get you over to where he stands.

“Hi.” You start, surprised to see that he blushes instantly, head pulling back into the safety of his hood. “I-I’m sorry.” You start to stutter, “I’m normally not that forward, but I-I just wanted to tell you how amazing I thought you were.”

“T-thank you.” He whispers back and you wait, hoping for something more for him, but if he does say something, it gets swallowed by the booming laughter of a much larger man.

Fatgum, you know him from TV, steps closer. One of his hands lands heavy on the first man’s back.

“Don’t mind Suneater here. He’s a great hero, just a little shy with words. I heard you’re the one who’s convinced she spotted someone fleeing from the scene?”

“Uh, yes.” You try to catch Suneater’s eye but he’s looking at the floor as if he suspects to find the secret to immortal life down there. “But I told the police everything. I’m just good with faces, I guess. I just… I just wanted to say thank you. To Suneater, I mean. Because he saved me, in the coffee shop before.”

“Oh, he did?” Fatgum seems to find that incredibly funny because he laughs again, pulling Suneater into his side to the point that he almost swallows him whole.

“I think he’d gladly do it again. Nothing too much for my guy. Hope we did not keep you from anything important.”

“Oh, just my draft.” You sigh, before realizing that your drawing pad is still in the shop and you have even less time now to save your job. But, there’s an idea forming in your mind just now.

“Would it… would it be okay, to use you? I mean, your hero persona, or your… likeness, for a manga?”

Suneater freezes up, elbows locking tightly against his ribs. He looks like a wooden puppet, unable to move.

“It’s supposed to be a story about a boy overcoming all odds to be a hero and when he meets the evil villain, he realizes that what he’s learned makes him the most capable to deal with him. I’ve struggled to find a story to tell but if I could… draw a hero that’s a bit shy and didn’t like attention all that much, that could resonate with a lot of children, you know? We’d call him differently, of course, and I could change the looks, but I kinda.. well, I really like your costume, it’s very…” You clear your throat awkwardly, too aware of Fatgum’s growing grin and Suneater’s growing stiffness. “Aesthetically pleasing. Yes, hmm.. It’s the aesthetic.”

“That’s a big honor,” Fatgum speaks up on Suneater’s behalf when the latter seems unable to open his mouth. “As his boss, I give you the okay. But you should leave your card or something with us so that we can have a look at the product before it gets published.”

“Oh, absolutely.” You pull a card out of your blazer pocket and hold it out to Suneater who eyes it as if it might come alive and eat him any moment. So you offer it to Fatgum who takes it with a wide smile.

Your drawing pad is still where you left it. You grab a new cup of coffee from the jittery barista and insist on paying for it even though she offers one for free after today’s events.

“I’ll feel better if I pay for it,” you insist, knowing that there will be enough people taking advantage of it as it is.

The drink grows cold next to your pad as you draw, engrossed in the story you’ve got to tell now. It’s only the time crunch you’re in that keeps you from going overboard on your hero’s features. You want to stay on the page, take your time until you get his ears right or the exact shade of his hair. In some drafts, it turns out too messy, in others too neat and you wonder if you could ask him to stand model for you, just to get a hang of the way it falls.

Then it’s the color of his eyes. You thought they’d been a deep purple when you looked up into them hours ago, but it had been but a brief moment and you long to see them again.

It’s way past closing time when the friendly barista is finally annoyed enough to throw you out. You stumble home, eat a sandwich from the vending machine on the way up to your apartment, and get back to drawing.

Your alarm goes off right after you put down your pen.

Your draft is finished and you lay down for a quick nap that is filled with a now familiar face.

If anyone knew he was here again, Tamaki would surely lose his hero license.

There had to be some rule against stalker behaviour but he wasn’t going to go up to HR to ask about it.

The barista nods when he comes in, accustomed to his presence by now.

Thankfully it isn’t the same one as yesterday and this guy doesn’t seem to know he had been involved in yesterday’s shenanigans. This is embarrassing enough without people recognizing him.

He grabs his lavender tea and takes his usual seat, burying himself in the book he brought along today. “Chivalrous Hero: Crimson Riot - How I came to be” isn’t exactly his top choice of literature but Kirishima had urged him to read it and he might as well.

Nine o’clock comes and goes without any sign of you.

He has to leave around half past ten and he can feel himself grow more and more anxious the later it gets.

Maybe you are breaking your habit of coming here after yesterday’s events.

He certainly can’t blame you for that.

Or you realized that he’d been here every time you went there too and connected the dots.

Surely it has to be that. No one can blame it on sheer coincidence for this long.

He should have just bitten the bullet weeks ago when he noticed you and asked you out then and there or stopped visiting when he felt his interest grow.

Like a man, his inner voice reprimands him, sounding vaguely like Kirishima.

At ten o’clock on the spot the bell over the door chimes. He turns to look on instinct and feels the book drop into his lap without being able to catch it.

You look tired, to the point he wonders if you’ve even slept at all. Even with makeup, it isn’t hard to tell that you’re going to keel over from exhaustion any second, but still, there is a smile on your face that can rival the sun.

Your eyes move through the coffee shop, shoulders relaxing at the tune that is coming from the speakers.

Out of habit he moves to pull his book higher to cover his face but finds his hands empty. Before he can realize why that is, your eyes cut to his.

One, two, three seconds he feels time freeze and his heart stops beating.

Then, just like the sun rises, your smile changes… into something almost shy and private, something he’s never seen on you before.

You duck your head and walk over, making his heart skip from non-beating to beating too fast. His blood soars in his ears and he still can’t find the damn book to hide behind. And now it’s too late for that anyway because you’re standing in front of him, the shy smile curling around your lips in a way that makes his knees feel way too wobbly.

“Can I sit with you?” You ask and he nods before he can stop himself.

Your knees knock against his as you slip into the booth.

He takes in a breath and regrets it immediately when he can smell your perfume again.

“I was hoping I could meet you again.” You say, pulling something from your bag. “I wanted to show you what I draw… I was… so blocked, I couldn’t draw for months but when I saw you, something clicked and I…” You stop your movements, something like a tablet in your hands. You look down in what he recognizes as embarrassment. He’s too familiar with that feeling not to recognize it on sight.

“It’s okay.” He can hear himself say. He’s not sure what he’s even trying to say, but he can feel his lips move and that’s better than what he does most days. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I should say sorry anyway. I’ve been sitting here for weeks trying to talk to you and couldn’t get over myself.”

Wait, he thinks, panic bubbling in his stomach. Did he just… say that?

Your mouth is open, your eyes wide. You certainly look like you heard what he just thought out loud.

“You were trying to talk to me?” You ask. “Why didn’t you-” You seem to realize that he’s starting to sink into himself, that he’s actively trying to merge with the booth and stop speaking.

That’s it, he thinks. He knew it would turn out this way, he should have gotten over himself sooner.

“Here.” Your voice cuts into his miserable thoughts again, pulling him away from trying to sneak out of the booth. “Look at this.”

You turn your pad to him. There he is, or at least, someone looking a lot like him.

It’s a rough sketch of him, mid-fight. He recognizes the tentacles coming from his hands immediately. When his hands meet the monitor, the page turns and there’s the villain, telling his story of origin. There’s no text, but his face makes it clear that it’s a sad story.

But there he is again, Suneater saving the day, hugging the villain in the end to prove that even the bad guys can be friends if you treat them nicely.

“If you want,” you say, your voice low as if you’re letting him in on a secret. “I’d like to get to know you better. Not just for this project, but… like… on a date?”

You wave your hand in front of his face. “A-Are you okay? You’re not blinking?”

“Sorry,” he chokes out, digs his fingernails into his arm to pinch himself. Yeah, he’s not dreaming. “I’m…”

“I meant it.” You assure him, put your hand where he just drew blood. “If you want. No pressure though.”

He’s still looking for words when you pull back your pad, clearly trying to give him some space.

“I… have to leave in a few minutes.” He points out, glares at the tabletop to keep his nerves. “But do you want a coffee?”

--- one weeks later ---

You’re already there when he steps into the coffee shop. You’re at work, which he can tell by the fact that you don’t even look up when he slips into the booth and puts a fresh cup of coffee next to your pad.

“Hey.” He gently pats your thigh. A few days ago that wouldn’t have been possible, but you pointed out that it’s the safest way to get your attention without messing up your work and he’s actively trying to get over himself, so there…

“Oh, hey!” You smile up at him, lean back to stretch your back out and move to press a kiss to his cheek.

His face bursts into flames. Not literally, but figuratively and you giggle against he hot skin before pressing another kiss on his other cheek.

“Missed you.” You say nonchalantly as if that doesn’t make his heart lose a few beats.

It takes him half an hour of passive cuddling to get his heart to calm down and his brain to unmelt before he remembers what he’s supposed to tell you.

“They caught the last member of the group.” He points out when you move to take a sip of your now cold coffee.

“What?”

“The guy you saw, the one wearing a red wig? They caught him. Detective Tsukauchi said your hunch was too good to ignore and they caught him. Turns out he was the head of the gang after all. So you’re the real hero of that day.”

“What? No. It was you. Or Detective Tsukume.”

“Tsukauchi.”

“Exactly. I just pointed out something obvious. Like that.” You press your thumb against the corner of his mouth. “You’ve got something caught there.”

“What is it?” He asks, already anxious as you lean in.

“A kiss.”

His mind goes blank way before your lips meet.

But, he supposes he doesn’t need his brain for a few more minutes anyway.

#my writing #follower celebration #Tamaki Amajiki #Tamaki x reader #Amajiki x reader #Suneater x reader #Suneater #Tamaki fluff #Amajiki fluff #Suneater fluff #mha fluff #mha x reader

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http-tokki · 2 years

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Happy birthday, pretty girl

~ bakugou katsuki x fem!reader ~ tags/cw: aged up bakugou, time skip to when everyone is pro heroes, fluff, friends to lovers, deadbeat boyfriend, explicit language, katsuki outdoing ur stupid boyfriend, toxic relationships, y/n is written as honey (that's ur name cause I hate reading y/n) ~ wc: 2.8k

A bouquet.

A $350 bouquet had been the catalyst to the end of your relationship.

The break-up had not come out of the blue. Resentment had been building for months now with endless bickering and sniping, fights over Instagram likes and hidden accounts, your ex’s inability to hold down a stable job for longer than a month and when he was let go from his last job a few months ago, the lack of effort at finding a new job, which in turn left you to pick up the slack with the rent and bills. It hadn’t been like that in the beginning; no failed relationship ever is, but as the months rolled into years, what was once cute ineptitude at basic life skills morphed into weaponised incompetence that had you acting as mother and girlfriend for the twenty-something-year-old man child. If only you could go back in time and warn your former self of the absolute hell waiting for you at the end of the road.

A different form of bitterness seeped into your relationship this past month. A monstrous animosity had taken up residence in the chests of both you and him, causing a fight like no other and all because you were inviting your childhood best friend to your upcoming birthday dinner. Your ex had spotted the name Bakugou Katsuki on the list of guests and scoffed, muttering displeasure under his breath. A few back-and-forth quips rolled into a screaming match that had ended when you laughed out your final killing blow.

“You can either suck it up and come to my, your girlfriend’s, birthday dinner or sit at home and mope around. It’s your choice, but make up your mind before I book so I know if I’m paying for you or not.”

It had been a tad cruel of you to add the last part, but you were growing tired of having to cover his half of the bill at dinner and skip out on outings with friends because he didn’t want to look cheap and have you pay, so your insult was justified its own brutal way.

You sent out the invitation texts the next day to your close friends and their partners. RSVPs flooded your inbox within half an hour. All, except for two who had work engagements overseas, eagerly agreed to the dinner with feverish excitement. All but one. The loser that was your boyfriend sent a thumbs-up reaction to your message in the group chat, which he the. promptly left.

Katsuki, however, had called you the second he saw the short message.

“I’ll be there; I just might be a bit late ’cause I’ve got that TV gig that afternoon.” He sighed into the phone, and you could practically see the scowl forming at the idea of being late to an event. “Actually, let me see if I can move it around.”

“‘Suki, no. Just come afterwards, please. Don’t move anything,” you pleaded, dropping the stack of papers you had organised a few minutes prior. “If you need to miss it, it’s okay.” you added lightly, disappointment evident in your voice despite your best efforts.

“Hey, I said I’d be there, didn’t it? I just might be late,” Bakugou assured you, tone stern to avoid further protests from you. “What’s the name of the booking under anyway?”

“Mine, why?” your brows furrowed in suspicion.

“Just wondering.” He replied with a tone far too casual for him.

Gasping at the sudden realisation, you shouted down the receiver. “Katsuki, if you even think about putting your card down as payment, you’re-“

“Ohh wow, would you look at that, call waiting! I’ll call you later; text me when you’re at work.”

Your boyfriend is the ninth person to arrive at dinner. After kicking him out for the evening before your reservation time, wanting to have time with the girls to relax and debrief the situation of your current partner. The girls were never fans, Mina going as far as to add him to her own personal hit list should he ever commit a minor law infraction, and his continued behaviour just added to their growing disdain. It didn’t help that you were growing to loathe him too. The loser arrived well beyond the appropriate amount of time to be late without an excuse or text and just strolled in without acknowledging the hostess, who smiled and offered to guide him to the table.

Ick.

“Is he wearing-?” Mina whispers, sliding up next to you to stare at your underdressed boyfriend.

“Yep. He’s wearing track pants.” You confirm as you spot the familiar print across the left leg and the slouched cut of the sweat.

“Is he for real?” Jiro’s voice comes for your left, looping her arm through yours.

You frown at the lack of effort and complete disregard for the dress code, but that small part of you screams in vindication at his disinterest. He strolls to you with the confidence garnered only from the current lack of Bakugou and presses his cheek to yours in a polite kiss. He would have gone in for a side hug, but your two friends were unmoving from their positions.

“You’re late.” You mutter, tone entirely indifferent.

“Yeah, well, traffic” is the excuse given, and a poorly made bouquet is shoved at you before he walks away. Jiro reaches out and grabs the flowers with one hand, tossing them at the present table.

The frown you have deepens. Blue chrysanthemums and white roses wrapped in what appears to be yesterday’s newspaper. No card or note, just flowers in colours you despise. He had to be doing this purposefully, giving you another reason to fight with him and pull the plug on this trainwreck. The three of you watch as he makes the rounds, and your frown grows into something that can only be labelled as repulsion. God, you need to end this. Everything about him is giving you the ick. Your mind wonders about the breakdown of your relationship and how to do it, how to get out of tonight a single woman and – Kirishima’s voice disrupts your daydreams.

Eijiro greets Bakugou first. Spotting the blonde as he steps into the restaurant, he calls out to his best friend with a loud Hey! You look up and see your best friend standing in the entryway to the restaurant, strong arms full of the most beautiful bouquet you have ever seen. Pink and purple hydrangeas spill over the lilac wrapping paper, adorned with baby’s breath and pastel tulips, stalks of greenery, and there was even a hint of jasmine bordering the main bulk of the blooms. Your heart squeezes. He had gotten all your favourites despite most of them being out of season and insanely hard to acquire. You hear shuffling from the far end of the table, but pay it no mind as Katsuki saunters towards you. He had followed the theme, dressed in a suit and tie with his hair combed down in a slicked-back style that accentuates the sharp lines that make up his face. The suit was snug but not small, fitting his muscles and broad shoulders just right in a way that made your stomach twist. Heat blooms across your face, and you squeeze the hand that is now in yours.

“Can you fuck him already, please?” Mina teases, squeezing your hand back.

“I’m working on it.” You whisper back as a joke despite the obvious heat filling your body.

The girls laugh beside you. “oh, she’s working on it,” Jiro echoes your confession, snickering as Mina makes a lewd gesture.

“She’s working on what?” Katsuki asks as he reaches the three of you. “Hi.” His greeting is solely to you.

“Hi.” You parrot, feeling the girls leave your side in exchange for Bakugou’s arms.

He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you right up against his toned body and squeezes. You’re lifted from the floor, hauled into the air and spun as soft laughs leave you, and for a moment, it is only the two of you.

You’re lowered back to the ground, arms still wrapped around each other as he whispers his congratulations. “Happy birthday, pretty girl.” A kiss is pressed to your cheek, and you feel lightheaded.

Cold air fills the space once occupied by him as he pulls back, reaching down to grab the bouquet he had placed on the table and shows you the arrangement.

“Pink and purple hydrangeas,” he announces just loud enough to be heard by your boyfriend sitting a few seats down. “And tickets to the flower festival next month. You can take him, but I’m also free that weekend, and I have a car…” his words trail off at the obvious jab at your car-less partner. “I also put my card down as payment, so go wild, okay?”

“‘Suki.” you reprimand in a breathy giggle, having already been through this with him via text, but you can’t help but swoon at his chivalry.

“It’s your birthday, angel. I can’t have you paying for it.” You blush again at the pet name but frown up at him nonetheless.

Bakugou smiles back and presses another kiss to the top of your head before pulling away to greet everyone else.

“I seriously thought you were about to kiss him just then.” Jiro snickers, reappearing at your side the second you’re alone.

“I seriously did, too.”

It is a small dinner. Only a handful of your close friends and their partners but all the people you know and care for, and they you, so when your cake is brought out, and the songs are sung, you feel loved, and that love is continued through dessert as the game Whispers from Heaven begins.

Jiro and Mina gush about your undivided love and loyalty; Denki smiles and recalls your generosity and patience during the afternoon you had helped him through math homework (and he swore his eternal oath to you from that day on); Kiri tears up at the mention of his emo days and how you had been his friend even when he looked like a My Chemical Romance extra; Momo praising your loving and unjudgmental heart, Sero gifting you the title of World’s Best Mom despite having no actual children but the care and devotion you had shown to your friend group earned you many a mother’s day present and Bakugou toasting your entire being for you had been his friend since middle school and stuck by him through all the happened during UA and the subsequent years, how you had been a rock in his life and every year had been a blessing and he wished for many more to come. Zuku and Ochaco had written their whispers in via text (a mission had taken them away from your dinner ), and their words had been just as sweet.

You were tearing up as everyone gushed about you, wiping at your eyes before they could even fall, but as your boyfriend’s turn came, the air shifted.

“Uhh, she is….” He stammers, nervously looking around the table at your friends, all waiting for his answer.

In theory, he should have the best point. He is your boyfriend, after all, two years shared together, but as he sits there, floundering like a fish with his mouth opening and closing, you feel your patience start to snap. Maybe you were going to break it off tonight. The guilt of leaving him potentially homeless and broke had been keeping you around for months, and you think he knows that, and that’s why he hadn’t gotten a job or made any move to progress his life.

Are you about to be free and single again? Is he about to seal his fate of living out of his parent’s garage? Part of you hopes yes; is desperate to say goodbye to the soul and money-sucking leech that had been attached to you for months now, but part of you feels bad for him.

“Ohh! I’ve got it!” he announces, holding his glass of wine in the air in a toast.

You hold your breath, unaware of what his answer is going to be.

“She has a really good ass. So hot,” he laughs and tips his glass to the sky, “the back shots are fucking amazing.”

Your jaw slackens at this confession.

There is a chorus of gasps and snorts of astonishment as your group comes to terms with what has just been said. Jiro slaps her hand over her mouth as both Momo and Mina’s head whip towards her, eyes wide and brows raised. Denki blushes red but hides it behind his hands; Sero and Kiri are staring at Bakugou, who is glaring at your boyfriend.

“What?” Katsuki asks, tilting his head in confusion.

Your boyfriend bristles. “I was put on the spot.”

There is a beat of silence as everyone comes to terms with what has just been said.

Bakugou shakes his head and gently returns the wine glass to the table, quiet rage simmering in his eyes. His gaze flicks to you in awaiting permission, and when you tilt your head approving of whatever it is he is about to do, he smiles and turns his fangs towards your boyfriend.

“Get up.” the order is soft, as not to make a scene, but there is a promise of violence in his tone.

Your boyfriend makes no move to stand, so Katsuki repeats his order. When there is still no movement from the slug sitting across from him, Bakugou stands with a grace only acquired after years of training to win fights and reclasps the buttons of his jacket, ever the gentleman. Each step towards your boyfriend is fuelled by hate and indignation, and when he finally reaches him, Katsuki grips him by the scruff of the neck, much like a father does to their young son.

“You need to get up and leave before I take you outside.” Katsuki seethes, bending down to your boyfriend’s level.

“You-no-I..” your boyfriend scrambles, face blanching at the pro-hero before him.

“Nuh uh, I don’t want to hear anything from you.” The hand on your boyfriend’s neck tightens. “Get up and go home, pack your shit and leave. I don’t care where you go, but by the time Honey and I get home, you will be gone because I can make people like you disappear in a second, yeah?”

Your boyfriend looks around at the table, hoping to find sympathy from the other heroes, but none comes. “I’m going to tell everyone you’re threatening me; you can’t do this!”

“I’m not doing anything, and everyone here has seen me ask you to leave nicely; I’m even offering to get you an Uber since I know you don’t drive.”

A chorus of acknowledgement of Bakugou’s charity rises from the table. You bite down on your cheeks to stop the smile tugging at your lips as you watch your now ex-boyfriend scramble for his coat, dread dragging down each movement. He turns to you, brows furrowed in fear and confusion, hoping to find comfort in someone he had disrespected time and time again, but instead, you just beam and bid him goodbye.

“Are you really gonna call him an Uber?” Denki pipes up.

Katsuki scoffs. “No, he can walk home.”

“What are ya’ working on?” Katsuki asks from beside you as you sit on the curb outside your apartment building.

You had pulled up ten minutes ago but opted to stay out and talk, enjoying the warm spring breeze.

“Huh?” you turn to face your best friend.

“When I turned up, you and the girls were talking about you workin’ on something. Is there something at work or?”

You blush at the question.

“Ahh, well, I’m-“you grin. “Well, I’m working on you.” Your confession falls from your mouth before your brain can process it.

“Me?” Bakugou’s brows stitch together.

“yeah, I’m working on not killing you for paying for dinner and shit like that.” You rush to lie in order to cover your confession. “You always do that after I-“

Katsuki’s hands grabbing your cheeks stop your rambling, and then his lips are on yours. He cups your face with a gentleness unknown to you, finger hooking under your jaw to tilt your chin up as he kisses you. You melt into his mouth, opening as his tongue swipes across your bottom lip. Breathing becomes difficult as your hands grab at his waist, desperate to close the distance between your bodies, but he pulls back and leans his forehead against yours.

“You’re such a bad liar, you know that?” his breathing is ragged.

“I was hoping you didn’t catch on to that, but I’m so glad you did.”

~ a/n: NOT PROOFREAD! goes a long with this. x ( just another lil drabble about how my ex was a piece of shit and for my birthday got me the flowers I hate. but then on valentine’s day my friend got me a bouquet of my favourite flowers so it couldn’t have been that hard, right) updated version 2.0

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mhabirthdays · 27 days

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Happy Birthday

Tomoko Shiretoko (Ragdoll) – April 8th

#my hero academia #mha #mha tomoko #mha shiretoko #mha tomoko shiretoko #mha shiretoko tomoko #mha ragdoll #ragdoll mha #mha birthday #tomoko shiretoko #shiretoko tomoko #tomoko #shiretoko #ragdoll #former pro hero #wild wild pussycats #april #april 8th

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yanderenightmare · 1 year

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i want yandere bully bakugou but like redemption kinda? like, after becoming a pro hero he tries asking darling out and treats her nicely and stuff, trying to make up for being a bully, but still yandere and kinda toxic???

BNHA ! FIC

Bakugou Katsuki x darling

TW: yandere, NSFW, dubcon, bullying, manipulation WC: 3.5k

GIRLFRIEND

Normally, it would be strange to ask yourself why you’re someone’s girlfriend. But in your case, given who your boyfriend is, it would be weird not to doubt why.

Part of the answer is that you wouldn’t know how to tell him no.

But… more the question is,

why would he even ask you in the first place?

Try as you might, you couldn’t remember Kachan ever being interested in you in that way. Between calling you a quirkless flat-chested snot-nosed loser extra and telling you how your freckles made you look like you’d been rolling around in shit, he’d not once made you feel as though he was attracted to you in any way.

It had been nearly five years since your high school graduation. The last time you’d seen him. Other than on the news or posters on every corner of the city. Where in that time, he’d gone and made himself a renowned pro-hero. While you…

Well… you’d made your own valid achievements. Though… not nearly amounting to anything as impressive as him.

Which was one of the big reasons why you felt so out of your depth. But not the only reason. And certainly not the main one.

You weren’t convinced it was Kachan when he’d first approached you. Something between meeting a celebrity and a ghost and some other thing you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Something that somewhat reminded you of the feeling of visiting someone in prison, you bet.

Granted, he, no doubt, still looked like Kachan. Though older, stronger, and taller now, he was still that ash-blonde red-eyed boy you used to know.

It was still Kachan. With his signature straightforward thoroughness and, though more refined and with some resemblance of calm now, that same old brashness of his lurking beneath the trained attitude. It didn’t go unnoticed by you, nor did how his eyes demanded your attention, despite your wish to act like you didn’t recognize him.

You had expected him to growl at you, to laugh and mock you for working at a café, no mind to you being the assistant manager, as you were sure such a feat had no sway with someone as important as him. You’d in the least, if not the former, believed him to ignore you with a sneer. But, though he smirked, it wasn’t a smirk you were any used to. In fact, you’d actually go so far as to call it a smile.

He was still Kachan, but he'd become strange. A stranger, actually. A strange stranger who asked you out. Which is what made him so very strange a stranger to begin with.

But not entirely a stranger as you were still, despite having grown up, a little afraid of what he’d do if you turned him down.

You thought he was joking at first. Playing his same old cruel schoolyard pranks despite being a full-grown man, not to mention one of the highest-ranking pro heroes in japan. But, for a mere joke, he sure seemed serious. Holding up the coffee line in wait for your answer, with fans recognizing him and looking at you as though you were insane for not answering and even more hardcore fans looking at him as though he was insane for asking you.

At least a dozen were filming. And the cardboard coffee cup ached more and more in your palm the longer you waited.

You didn’t really have a choice.

Did you?

Your first date was a lot more expensive a taste than what you were used to. In fact, you realized you weren’t really used to being pampered at all.

You felt underdressed even in the leather seats of his car and even more when the gold lighting of the restaurant dawned on you.

Your breath thinned as you found yourself stared at by what felt like absolutely everyone as the two of you were led to your table overlooking the city.

Kachan noticed your flighty gaze and how you shared fluttering looks with the other people surrounding you and the marble floor, though never with him.

“You can’t blame them.” He said. And your doe-eyes finally returned his stare with an adorably puzzled look of your own. “Your own fault for looking like that.”

You paused, first instincts telling you how it in no way was a compliment, before realizing you were being silly before further deciding how it didn’t really matter. “It’s you they’re staring at. They’re just wondering who I am to be here with you.” You dismissed shyly, chewing the inside of your cheek. “And frankly, Kachan… so am I.”

He smiled, and you, without knowing how else you should respond, stilled in suspense until potentially prompted to move.

You were nervous enough around him from before without him acting so strangely, without him giving you those unfamiliar yet somewhat pleasant smiles you hadn’t even seen him use when addressing his fans on TV.

You would even go so far as to say he seemed to be admiring you. Or… you wouldn’t really know what to call it.

A blush of drunkenness rouged his cheeks and sugared his eyes after the third glass of wine, and you wouldn’t be surprised if he’d noticed the same had happened to you.

You were a cute drunk, he thought. While a small quirk played in the corner of his lips on account of the heavy hoods pulled on over your eyes, and how your lips struggled to keep close and instead formed a pout so kissable, he was struggling not to reach over and take the offer.

But, not wanting to scare you away, he exercised restraint. On your behalf, because fuck knows you wouldn’t have done or said anything to stop him. He can see it on you even now. You haven’t got it in you. You never have. And you probably never will.

He asked you about your things. Knowing how you’ve heard about him from the news and every other channel and platform. Acting like your answers somewhat surprised him even though he’s been keeping close tabs on you as the media has on him. Probably even more so.

You’d put on a dress for him. It was nothing special compared to what he’d seen others wear at hero galas, but the thought alone was sweeter and more intoxicating than the wine in his glass.

To think, he could just lift the frill and see you. Touch you. Feel you. He probably would have if he were still your bully, but over the expanse of his hero training, he’d realized he wasn’t any such silly thing as your enemy.

No… Pro-Hero Dynamight may have his admirers and his foes, but as for the man behind the mask.

Bakugou Katsuki,

is your number-one fan.

And he wasn’t embarrassed by it anymore. He wanted you to know it, wanted to smother you with it. He loved you. He wanted you. He needed you.

And he’d make sure no one else would dare even think about taking you from him.

And he’d make sure the thought wouldn’t dare cross your mind either.

He announced your relationship in interviews, had it written on all his platforms, and told every single one of his pining fans. It hadn’t even been a week since you met, and he’d already claimed you before the world, and you…

Well, you didn’t really know what the fuck you were doing.

You’d been ambushed and stormed into surrender before you even knew what was happening. All that was left now was to try and… well… make peace with it.

Kachan was like a new person. You were unsure whether that was a fact or just you trying to convince yourself you don’t feel his old self in how he brazenly puts his hands on you. Having you swallow your own shaky breaths as he wraps his heavy, hefty, muscled arms around your much smaller body.

Or how you fear being bitten, swallowing your heart, when he leans down to kiss you.

Even now, a week into your relationship, you’re still on edge. Awkwardly regarding yourself in his bathroom mirror. The one-week anniversary present he’d gotten for you lying open on the glass counter.

Pretty shades of chiffon were still left inside the expensive box as you’d taken its primary contents and layered your naked self with them.

Dewdrops from your shower disturbed your reflection. Though within the streaks you’d made with your hand, anyone could see how clearly uncomfortable you were. Dressed in the new set of clothes he’d gotten you.

Or…

Clothes was a generous term for it as it was nothing more than silky lingerie.

Rich red lined your skin in sexy floral patterns as the sheer lace perfectly caressed your curves in expensive designer you could never afford and transparent in a way you would never dare buy for yourself even if you could.

And along with the looming disorienting surreal understanding that your childhood bully was no doubt expecting to fuck you tonight, your chest felt tight, and your head was so horridly hot, reeling with memories, flashes in the reflection of the mirror staring back at you. Times you’d cry your eyes out for hours looking at yourself because the boy on the opposite side of the door had you convinced you were the ugliest thing in the entire world.

The dinner you’d shared together earlier must have made you sick since you could taste blood on your tongue, or perhaps it was just the hopeless situation. Nevertheless, you feared that if you left the safety of the bathroom now, you might just vomit from the fever. Or faint-

“You pass out in there?” Came a loud knock on the door, shaking you from your thoughts and reminding you to breathe again. “Come on out, I wanna see you. I don’t care if it’s a little tight.” He ordered, in a voice similar to the schoolyard punk that sometimes still haunts your dreams. Though now belonged to the man he’d grown into, the one waiting for you on his bed just behind the door.

You bit your lip, brows crinkling, a small sigh leaving you in the pitiful form of a whimper before you swallowed a mixture of pride and anxiety. Ripping your gaze from yourself, you made to unlock the door and reveal yourself.

You couldn’t look at him, but looking down at yourself was equally embarrassing, where you stood nearly naked in the nippy air of his bedroom while he, still fully dressed with suit and tie, sat patiently or impatiently waiting for you to come closer.

“Fuck-” He groaned, his tongue gracing the top row of his teeth as his eyes drank in the pretty sight of your perfect body all dressed up for him.

You were too pretty to be this shy. But then again, that was probably his fault.

“Come ‘ere.” He urged, wringing his blazer off and loosening his tie before throwing it to the single chair placed in the corner of the room, keenly watching as you took your small cautious steps until you were just within reach, where his hands hungrily pounced for you.

His hot course fingers touched your skin with greed. Grabbing into your soft flesh, he pulled you to him. Having no reservations about what and how he touched, as his entire hand squeezed your ass like you were playdough.

“Sit.” He ordered while tugging you down on his lap. His thick arm wrapped around your waist as you sat on him like Santa. Fingering the straps of lace at your hip, he stared at your cute nipples through the see-through lace of your bra.

He popped open the first few buttons to his dark burgundy shirt, finding himself getting hotter, and you had to bite your lip at how tight the smooth silk of it was around his muscles and how warm he was against your naked skin.

He hugged you closer against his chest, and your breathing thinned again into a tiny gasp, making him show teeth. “So skittish-” He chuckled, his voice softly amused while kneading your thigh in his toasty and textured palm. “You still afraid I'm gonna push you around like back in middle school?” He asked with a grin, his hot breath fanning against your neck while his lips ghosted the peachfuzz of your cheek.

You fidgeted with your hands on your lap, squeezing your thighs tighter together. Eyes bashfully staring down at the large bruise-knuckled paw petting your knee. Scars littered it like a cutting board.

“Come on…” He drawled as his hand lifted, leaving your thigh cold in its absence, where he made to handle your chin and cheek for you to look at him. “I ain't that shitty anymore, am I?”

You wiggled a bit on account of his raw ruby-red eyes connecting with your shy gaze. Ears on fire since teased by the smooth tone his voice had slipped into, surprised by how it slithered around your pounding heart and pooled in your gut and tickled your cunt where you sat on the bump on his slacks that only hardened the more you squirmed.

“No need to be scared, princess. I don’t bite like I used to. I promise~” He blew against your lips. “I've matured.”

The nickname princess sounded so similar to something else he used to call you. The memory of it taking an equal toll on your body as his touches, further making you shiver on goosebumps while his hand dipped from caressing your face to stroking the soft skin of your neck. Slipping between the valley of your breasts until he settled for cupping one of the two in his hand. Playing with the lace while teasing the visible nipple beneath, smiling once it perked beneath his fingertips.

“You've matured too, huh?” He added, his lips at your ear, ticklish and warm, making your head drum, a tiny squeak leaving you once he flicked your earlobe with his tongue. “You used to look like a little boy before.” He laughed, and you bounced and swallowed thickly as his hand dropped down to your lap again. This time close to your panty, where your thigh was fattest and most sensitive.

The other hand remained at your hip and pulled you even tighter against him while the former stroked the plush chunk of flesh, visibly getting drunk on your softness where his breath had become rugged with restraint.

“I mean, I didn't even think of you as a girl before you started wearing those cute little school skirts.” He reminisced.

Elementary school…

When new uniforms separated boys from girls and you from him.

“You fucked us up with that, y'know?” He scolded, giving you a harder squeeze. “You were one of the guys, and then, boom-” He tsked. “Suddenly, such a tease.”

Your brows furled as your lips pursed into a pout, while your stomach started to fold in all types of uneasy ways by the even darker shift in his tone.

“Too pretty to play in the mud.” He scoffed in a whisper, his nose bumping your temple as you bowed your head even lower, swallowing thickly while suppressing the familiar urge to cry and beg him to stop. Almost expecting him to bite you. “Too pretty for me.”

“Ow-” His hands pinched you just a bit too recklessly, and you popped up from your seat on his lap with a jolt and a wince.

“Sorry.” He offered lazily, keeping his hold on you.

Spreading his thighs, he pulled you between them.

“It’s hard to control myself.” He excused, his hands lowering on your waist as he leveled his head with your belly before crouching forward to cuddle you with his cheek. “You're just so fucking perfect.” He mumbled while giving the pinch mark on your thigh a kiss, his stubble scratching the delicate skin found there.

His words made your head ache, splitting you between contradicting emotions for him, tormenting you to the point that tears pooled in your eyes and slipped down your cheeks, dripping onto his shirt.

“Don’t cry.” He murmured while his warm worn thick fingers snaked about in between your spread legs and dragged heavily up the thin fabric protecting your cunt.

And despite everything, you still moaned out, though a somewhat feeble whine. And he voiced in another rumbling tone soaked with lust he no longer could contain.

“Let me make it up to you.”

You were a second later thrown down on your back with a bounce on the bed, where he undid the intricacies of your lace-up in a matter of split-felt moments like the single beat of your galloping heart.

“I know you don’t trust me.” He added amidst the heat of his actions. “But I love you, princess-” He urged while kneeling near the bed-end, throwing your thighs over his shoulders. “And I’m gonna prove it to you.”

No part of you was ready for him, but at the same time, all of you were too accepting. With the moan that spilled from your chest like overfilled honeycomb and how your hands stilled in surrender at the feel of his hot eager tongue meeting your cunt.

His spikey ashen hair tickled your thighs as the stubble on his chin and cheeks lightly scratched you with every word of worship his lips mouthed into your core. And your chest arched off the bed as you lost your mind to what you’d gotten yourself into.

Torn between fear of him and lust for him, wondering if you had any pride left in you whatsoever or if he’d finally tightened the chokehold and squeezed it free of any life.

His tongue focused on your clit as he raised a hand between you, filling you with one of his thick fingers. Smirking against your heat at the feel of you clenching on him.

He saw you grip the sheets in tiny fists and looked up to see you trying to hide your embarrassment in his pillows. Chuckling, he added another finger and listened to you whimper out a moan with an involuntary buck of your hips.

He began unbuttoning the rest of his shirt with his free hand, bottom to the top, wrestling it off with somewhat of a handicapped struggle. Growing impatient as he moved down to unzip himself, pulling down the restraints before tugging on his own needy arousal. With precum spilling in pearls from his head, the pent-up beast sprung with a surge against his abs as he jerked himself and continuously gorged on you.

He dropped his pants and boxers entirely as he made to crawl on top of you, sloppy kisses laid in wet trails up your body while his fingers slipped from your cunt so both hands could grab into your soft thighs and spread them to each side of his torso until you felt the weight of his throbbing cock bob against your belly.

You looked down to see it blushed red and wet with arousal, swollen into a threat and pumped to attack you. He noticed your stare and how he made you squirm, prompting him to grab your chin and have you look up at him instead.

You were the tiniest thing beneath him. And under the shade of his dark red eyes, you had your heart in your throat as well as a never-ending thrum of whimpers.

“You ready for me, princess?” He asked with a kiss to your lips, smeared wet across your cheek to nip at your neck.

And though you were anything but certain, you still made to tell him what he wanted to hear. But, with his hot mouth softly biting all the weak spots on your throat, you could only hum in return. However, managing to give a slight nod while your hands lifted from the sheets. Caressing the warm toughness topping you, your gentle fingers slid over the toned muscles of his back, tangling themselves into the short ashen locks at his neck while your legs wrapped around his torso.

All in an effort to tell him yes, as you were all but rendered speechless by the delicate way he handled you.

You were as cute and timid with humility as always, he thought, like a breath of fresh air and clear blue skies after breaching the rubble and smoke of battle.

He cupped your breast in one hand, teasing your nipple between his thumb and index, and grabbed himself with the other. Rubbing his cockhead over your pearl and dipping in between your folds.

He pushed inside, and you whined, tensing at the stretch, and he stopped as though worried.

“You okay?” He asked, and your heart leaped while he messaged your hip in encouragement until you relaxed again before continuing.

He dug his hands into your thighs, spreading you wider as he bottomed out inside you. And your toes curled with your moan as you clenched around him, his teeth gritting at the tight fit while groaning right at your ear.

“Fuck-” He sighed, his lips ghosting your cheekbones as his eyes scanned your pretty face. Hugging onto him with your hands, with your legs pulling him closer. Moaning so sweetly, small little mews just for him.

He could never get enough of those sounds.

He was going to wait at least a month. He figured that would be enough time. Enough time to make all the right moves. He was going to date you, breed you, reunite you with his parents, reintroduce himself to yours, have you move in with him, and then endgame.

But with the ring box in the drawer right next to the bed, he thought he might as well…

There was no way you’d say no anyway.

You’ve already let him get this far.

There is just no way…

No way you’d dare.

tip-jar: Kofi

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silverynight · 6 months

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Their respective PRs suggest that it'd be good for them to open official Instagram and Twitter (X now, I guess) accounts to engage with their fans a little and Izuku is more than happy to do that, Katsuki does it too (because Izuku asks him to) but reluctantly.

Izuku shares a couple of pictures of his daily patrols, things he likes, an All Might comic and on X he happily gushes about other pro heroes and All Might.

Now... Katsuki's Instagram posts are just pictures of Izuku. He calls him nerd or says something about him being annoying, but all the pictures speak for themselves; Izuku looks absolutely adorable and beautiful in every single one.

On X Katsuki doesn't say that much, but he's constantly replying to Izuku or quoting something he said only to comment how "wrong" he is. But mostly, he uses it to fight every single one of Deku's haters with a passion that almost gets him banned from the app a couple of times.

So after a couple of days, not only former class A, Katsuki's parents and his former teachers know he's head over heels for Izuku, but Dynamight's fans as well.

And they all start rooting for him.

#bkdk #bakudeku #mha #bnha #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya

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yesitsmewhataboutit · 2 years

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Hello , love your blog 😭✨🥰 may I request something like your “vacation” post but with bakugou x reader instead ?? Please & tysm

New Beginnings

Alpha!Bakugo x Omega!Reader

➤You like Bakugo, he likes you, but you don’t know that. And then you end up sharing a cabin. How does life always get you in these situations? You’ll never know

»»——⍟——««A/n: Aww thanks. Glad you liked it, hope this is good enough too. This isn’t nearly as long as vacation but I hope you like it

Warnings⚠️: hurt/comfort, light smut, cockwarming, there’s other people in the room,

Omegaverse Key

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Vacation

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Your favorite thing about planning and having a specific plan is the outcome. Like now, your planning made it possible for all the car groups to drive up at the same time and be together and a -somewhat- fair chance at choosing what cabin they want to be in and share.

Everyone parks and exit their cars, getting all the luggage and all other bags needed before officially meeting in front of all the cabins. "Hey, Mina!" you smile and hug the omega. She'd been in the car with Kirishima (alpha), Bakugo (alpha), Kaminari (alpha), and Tsuyu (beta) while you were with Todoroki (alpha), Midoriya (alpha), Momo (omega), and Uraraka (omega).

"Hey, Y/n, could you put all the snacks by the fire pit while we move all the bags?" Uraraka asks.

"Yeah, course."

It's already midday. The sun's starting to set, meaning soon it'd be time to start a fire and make smores. You move the bags of supplies to one of the benches near the fire pit and make it neat before turning to join everyone else.

When you turn around, you see everyone disappeared into cabins, meaning you get whatever spot's unclaimed. Not that you care. You don't mind who you end up bunking with, preferably Bakugo, but who cares?

You never care what bed you get on these trips. The cabins have a small kitchen, a bathroom, a fireplace with a few chairs to sit around, and one bedroom that fits three people. The bedrooms have a bunk bed in the corner of the room and a regular full bed a few feet from it. The room isn't that big, but you're all friends, and it's cozy and can be fun, and always is.

You can hear Mina's giggling from Cabin 2, so you go toward and push open the door. You walk toward the room and see Mina, Bakugo, Momo, and Shoto standing talking.

"Oh! Good, Y/n. You're going to have to bunk here," Mina tells you.

"Really?" you ask, a little skeptical. Sure, you're happy you're in the same cabin as Bakugo, but why you? Why not Kirishima or one of the other alphas?

"Yeah! He said Kirishima and Denki snore, and I quote 'Deku is Deku,' so you're the best option," she says with a smile and shrug.

"Oh. Ok," you smile and nod.

There is really nothing to complain about since you're with Bakugo. You don't necessarily have a crush on him, but his scent always calms you. It's no secret to you that you get drawn to his scent, but you control yourself. He's Bakugo Katsuki. You're just you, his classmate and fellow pro-hero that he hangs with along with his other former classmates, only cause his best friend makes him. You're nothing special, so you won't try to be.

"Hope that's alright. Since Todoroki and Momo are mated, now they're just going to share." You nod, agreeing. "Ok, guys, I'm going to set my stuff down. I'll meet everyone out by the fire pit, yeah?"

"Yeah," you, Momo, and Todoroki all say, Bakugo ignoring her and looking at his phone. Mina leaves, and you turn to Bakugo as Momo and Shoto unpack their things.

"You want the top or bottom bunk?" Bakugo asks, pulling your attention.

"Uh, I can take the bottom," you say. Bakugo nods and throws his bag up on the bunk before jumping and sitting, starting to unpack. You unpack, putting your pillow and blanket on the bed.

Right as you finish, Bakugo does too, turning to head toward the firepit, knowing everyone else is starting to gather for smores. You follow him, walking close behind as you leave the cabin to find Mina, Kirishima, and Kaminari all gathered already starting.

"Hi!" you say as you sit next to Kaminari.

"Hey, girl!" Kaminari smiles and playfully puts his arm around you as Bakugo sits on the bench across from you on the other side of the firepit.

"Heard you're in with Bakugo," Kaminari starts, "don't let him scare you too much." Denki finishes with a whisper but still says it loud enough for Bakugo to hear, causing him to look up and glare.

"Don't worry. I'm not scared of Bakugo," you laugh and scoff. Bakugo shakes his head and rolls his eyes, stuffing a marshmallow in his mouth.

Everyone else joins and starts roasting marshmallows and talking. Everything is normal. With a few sneak comments and jokes directed at Mina and Kirishima, it's no secret to everyone that he started courting her, so of course, they can't help but tease him a little.

It's been a long day, so you're not surprised when your eyes start drooping. You're tired, but part of you doesn't want to sleep, and you know exactly why.

After another hour, only you and Mina left is left, everyone else took their chances to leave and go to bed, but you kept avoiding it.

"Alright, I'm going to sleep. Swimming tomorrow?" Mina asks as she gets up, everything else having been packed and helped clean a few minutes prior.

You frown slightly but nod. "Yeah, of course, have a goodnight," Mina smiles and walks toward her cabin.

"Night," you mumble.

It takes a second, but you finally get up and walk toward your cabin. You enter quietly, making it to the bedroom and noticing everyone deep in slumber. You make it quick, getting your sleep clothes and changing in the bathroom before laying in bed.

You lay down, staring at the bottom of the top bunk, tired but unable to sleep. It figures the urge to nest hits right when you can't. You're far from comfortable nesting in the same cabin, let alone room, as the alphas.

You settle for curling up in your blanket and trying to push the feeling down. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to let the soft sounds of Bakugo's breathing above you lull you to sleep.

At first, you feel like it works. But soon enough, your eyes are opening again, and you let out a soft sigh. You turn on your side and let your eyes wander.

The room is small, plain, nothing special about it. It's dark, and the only real things that stand out are the bags. You can only see your's and Bakugo's bags from where you are. You'd laid yours on the floor by the end of your bunk. Bakugo's thrown on the floor near your head. You can guess that's where he'd thrown it when Katsuki unpacked earlier.

Your eyes can't help but land on his hoodie. He took it everywhere, but you can tell he probably had it earlier and put it to the side for when he needs it later. It has to be smothered in his scent.

Before you can fully get the thought, your hand's stretched out toward the hoodie. You take it in your hand and bring it to your chest, curling up around it. You burry your nose in it, inhaling Bakugo's strong scent, a smile growing on your lips. Soon, your eyes feel heavy and close as you fall unconscious, his scent doing what it always does, relaxing you.

You wake in the morning, rubbing your eyes and yawning, stretching under the warm blanket. You peek open your eyes, seeing the sun coming into the room and lighting it with natural light.

Your attention goes to your hand, seeing it still clenched around Bakugo's hoodie. You can't help but bury your nose in it again, taking one more deep inhale before pushing it back to his bag, not wanting him to know you used it to help you sleep. That it's his scent that you love.

After a few minutes, you get out of bed and walk toward the firepit, knowing everyone should be there for breakfast. They are, everyone except Bakugo and Midoirya, so you sit to join them. You sit next to Uraraka, watching her make eggs over the fire they started.

"Morning, Y/n," Kaminari says through a yawn.

"Morning," you smile.

"Was there anything you guys had planned for today?" Mina asks from between Mina and Tsuyu.

"I think Kirishima mentioned wanting to go fishing?" you turn to him to confirm, "right?"

"Oh, yeah! Got some new fishing rods, and Of course, the manly thing to do would be to catch a nice fish dinner for us all tonight." He ends the sentence by flashing a million-dollar smile, making you laugh, everyone else smiling.

"Ok! Well, it's settled then. Fishing it is," Mina says.

Hours later, you're on a lake, in a circle of canoes with everyone either fishing or like you, there for moral support. You're not a fan of water, big bodies of water. You like pools but don't know how to swim, so a lake -anything bigger than a pool- isn't usually on your itinerary.

Bakugo didn't know how you felt, but he did notice the slight change in your scent, how you seemed more uncomfortable, and you got tense, sitting more secure and not moving from the spot you sat at the beginning. He could guess pretty quickly that you probably couldn’t swim, or at the least was just uncomfortable around water.

He purposely moves closer, not making it noticeable, but close enough so if you need comfort -or happened to fall- he can catch you. He even makes subtle movements to make his scent stronger but more relaxing. Still going unnoticed by you, but still relaxing you.

Everyone has a good time. The only ones who're actually fishing are Kirishima, Denki, Deku, and Uraraka. They're all in a canoe together. Then you, Bakugo, Mina, and Todoroki are in the other canoe with the rest of the supplies. Tsuyu and Momo decided to swim.

Since you're not fishing, the canoe you're in has all the extra supplies like food, towels, dry clothes, and anything you guys might need. You even had one of Momo's books since she begs you to bring them if she gets bored. You can't blame her. Sometimes the boys like to go out adventuring, so you have to go along.

"Hey, Y/n!" You hear Denki yell, grabbing your attention, so you look up at him. "Toss me a soda?"

"Oh, yeah, sure," you say, digging in the bag near your feet. You pick what you know Kaminari likes and tosses it across the water, him catching it with ease.

"Were you cold at all last night, Y/n?" Mina asks you, pulling your gaze from Denki to her.

You shake your head. "No, not really. I only had a little trouble sleeping since I didn't make a nest." That peeks Bakugo's ears. "But I was fine," you lower your voice, "Bakugo's scent was all through the room, and it helped." You slightly shrug as she moves to sit next to you on the small canoe seat.

"Awww," she coos, "you guys are so cute!"

You bump her side with your elbow. "Hush. You know it's not like that," you laugh.

Bakugo acts like he doesn't hear what you said but still speaks up. "Y/n if you get cold, I brought an extra blanket you can use. I always run hot anyways," he mumbles, sounding a little out of character considering it Bakugo.

"Oh. Ok. Thanks," you smile. How could you decline? His scent would be all over it...

"Y/n!" Denki howling your name again, pulls you from your thought.

"Hm?" you look up at him.

"Here, catch."

Kaminari throws his empty can at you. Reacting immediately, you go to catch it, stretching your body up a few inches since he threw it too far above your head. You knew you could get it, and you did, but you also lost your balance as you tried to sit back on the seat, underestimating the distance by a few inches and hitting the edge of the canoe, startling you and making you fall back, directly into the water.

You knew it was happening the second you started going over, but you still could do anything to react quick enough. Your eyes went wide, and your mouth fell into a gasp as your body connected with the semi-cold water.

Your arms immediately flailed, and you tried to grab on to something, anything. There was nothing. At times like these, your mind moves a mile a minute, going through scenarios as you try to find a way out. You don't know how long you'd been in the water, but you already flashed through enough scenes to know there's no way out. Unless someone saves you, or you miraculously can suddenly figure out how to swim.

In reality, it was barely two seconds before Bakugo jumped into action. He knew you couldn't swim, so the second you started falling over, his instincts skyrocketed, and he jumped in after you without a second thought.

His hand went out for the first thing he could grab, which happened to be your wrist. He grips it firmly, pulling you up to his chest and wrapping his arm around your waist as he pushes to swim back up.

You could feel him grab you, and you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck and clung to him when he pulled you against his body. Bakugo curls his hand around the side of the canoe, making it tilt as he pulls himself up and over the edge of it, sitting back on the seat and holding you to his chest as you cough, shaking from the cold.

"Y/n!"

"Y/n! Are you alright?!"

Everyone shouts your name, stopping what they're doing and having fear in their eyes for you. Scared chirps fall from your lips as you curl into Bakugo's lap, his arms wrapping around you and pressing you to his chest, wanting to share some of his body heat.

"Here, Y/n, I can use my left side t-"

"Back off icy hot," Bakugo snaps, making him stop in his tracks. Todoroki had stepped a few steps closer, wanting to help, but obviously, Bakugo's not letting that happen. He had it under control.

You're not one to usually get so startled easily, but something like this doesn't just pass over your head easily. You could feel the endless water, the absence of air around you. It could've been so easy for everything to slip away.

"What are you idiots looking at?" Bakugo looks up at everyone, "turn this thing around and take us back!" Everyone went into action, Momo and Tsuyu getting back in the canoe, then everyone turned the canoes around and headed back to land.

The second they hit land, Bakugo was up, with you in his arms, heading to the cabin. He sat down on your bed, wrapping your blanket around your shoulders and letting you melt into the warmth.

"Thank you," you finally whisper.

"Yeah, yeah, just rest; you'll be fine," Bakugo says.

You both stay in that position for a few minutes. Katsuki thinks you've fallen asleep, so he begins to move slowly, trying to lay you down and slip from the room.

"W-wait!" you say, grabbing his shirt and making him pause his movements. "You're warm," you mumble, settling back, "will you stay?"

"Yeah. Sure." He gets comfortable again, staying still until you fall asleep, your sweet scent making his eyes feel heavy.

Hours later, you wake with your head on a pillow. Alone. In the cabin. You sit up, looking to see it's now dark. You sigh, wishing Bakugo had stayed but knowing it must have been a long shot. He's a hero. He was only helping you cause that's what he's supposed to do. Any of the rest of them would've done the same.

You push yourself up, wanting more sleep, but also knowing you should eat so you don't wake during the night starving more. You walk out of the cabin, seeing everyone grouped at the firepit.

"Hey! Y/n, how ya doing?" Kirishima asks, being the first to see you coming.

"I'm fine," you mumble, playing with your hands.

"Y/n, I'm really, really sorry. I shouldn't have thrown it so hard," Kaminari says, walking up to you.

"It's fine. I know it was an accident. No hard feelings."

"Hey." You look up and see Bakugo walking toward you with a plate. "I was making you a plate. You should go and keep resting. Don't know how much water you inhaled," he says lowly.

So, he hadn't just left you. "Oh, it's ok. I don't mind. I can sit out here a while." You extend your hand and take the plate. "Thank you, though, Katsuki," you smile at him.

After you eat, everyone talks for a bit, and soon it's time to retire to bed again. You do the same as before, getting ready for bed and under the blankets, but once again, not able to sleep.

You sigh, pushing yourself up and standing on your mattress, peeking over the bunk to Bakugo. "Hey, Bakugo, you awake?" you ask quietly, and you get a quiet grunt as an answer. "I'm still a little cold. Could I maybe come up there?" you ask shyly.

Again, he doesn't answer, but he shuffles over, making room and opening the covers for you. A little grin spreads your lips, and you push onto his bed, getting under the covers and laying next to him with your back to him.

You feel him snake his hand around your waist and pull you to his chest, warmth spreading around your whole body as you melt into him. He lays his head near your neck, your scent clear and strong invading his nose as he tries to slip into slumber.

It's quiet for a few minutes, and you almost think he fell asleep. That's until he speaks up again. "Your heat is coming soon. I can smell it," he mumbles against your shoulder.

You feel your heart rate increase at the comment, immediately feeling embarrassed. "U-uh, yeah."

It stays quiet for a few more minutes, and you continue to try to get comfortable so you can sleep. "Stop squirmin," Bakugo finally says, shifting a bit himself.

"Oh, sorry," you whisper, moving one last time to snuggle into him and fully capture his warmth. You move your body to melt with his, and that's when you feel it. Something hard pressed in your back, the very apparent arousal of the alpha behind you.

"It's your fault, ya know," he speaks up. "Comin in my bed, knowing you're going into heat soon. Ridiculous," he grumbles.

"You could've said no," you argue, suddenly having to focus on your own breathing, feeling yourself get more nervous.

"Yeah. I could've," he leans in, his lips right next to your ear, his voice low, "but who am I to deny my omega some time."

"Your omega?"

"We alpha's have sharp hearing, Y/n. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out how much you like my scent. How you always stay near me and look for my clothes and items when you need to relax. I've known for a while, omega. You can't get enough of me."

As he talks, he trails his hand down your body, speaking lowly and pressing into you. "Say the word," he whispers, "and I'll stop."

"K-Katsuki- Todoroki and Momo are right over there!" you whisper sharply.

"Then be quiet so they don't wake."

You let out a slow breath, feeling Bakugo push your pants and underwear down, his fingers massaging your clit, making you wetter by the second. As much as you knew it was wrong, you knew you should stop, you found yourself reaching toward him, your hand wrapping around his stiff cock, stroking it slowly.

You felt Bakugo's breath on your skin, next to your scent gland. "Mark me." The words slipped from your mouth before you could think, but you didn't regret it. You knew he'd have to bite again eventually, but you didn't care. You knew for a fact you wanted to be mated with Katsuki.

Bakugo felt the same, part of him was surprised, but the other part was happy and jumped at the opportunity. Bakugo took his hand, wrapping it around your mouth and then opening his mouth, letting his fangs grow, and he grazed them over your neck, giving a few light bites before fully sinking them into your neck. You let out a loud whimper that's muffled by his hand, your body tensing as the feeling of him marking you washes through your body in waves.

Once you calm down, you melt back into him, he pulls his mouth from you, and you lay your head back on his shoulder. Before he can make another move, you grip his cock again, pulling it from his sweats and shifting so you can push it into your pussy. It's a stretch, he's big, so it stings, but you keep going until he bottoms out.

"O-Oh, omega-" he groans into your neck, trying not to move yet, "you're so tight. How are you so tight? God."

"Stay like this alpha. Just wanna feel you," you say, tilting your head back slightly.

You can feel him slowly inhaling, trying to get his grounds and gain better control, wanting to do as you say, but you feel so good, he can almost feel his control slipping.

"Ya know omega, your heat is coming soon, and my rut is only recently just passed." You knew what that meant. That meant he could easily fall back into rut. It's a warning.

"Soon, alpha. Soon, just wanna wait until after the trip," you tell him.

"Yeah. After the trip," you can feel his cock twitching inside you as he speaks, "soon, I'll finally get to have my way with you."

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imagination-mess · 5 months

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Reality Show: Pro Heroes Wives (Shinso Hitoshi Edition)

Reality Show Masterlist (All Editions)

There is a reality show where pro-heroes' wives are on television and paid to be there. It is filled with juicy gossip and pure drama. There are few wives in this second season who were kept out of the spotlight, which adds mystery and creates theories about who they were married to.

The same winners who were in the group that couldn’t be identified are back this season as a surprise challenge. Unlike last season, it wasn’t revealed at the very beginning of this reason which Pro Heroes wives would be featured.

There are only a few left without being matched, which were mostly underground heroes who people don’t typically pay attention to. Half of the cast already knew each other because their spouses had interacted on more than one occasion and were disqualified from participating in the weekend challenge of the show for those spouses. The others who did not know their spouses had to identify them, but the others couldn’t spill anything that would clue who their spouse was.

You, however, were making headlines and trending throughout social media for your wicked punch, knocking out Pro Hero [Blank] with a sharp uppercut punch after receiving a punch from them.

It was unexpected for the fans of the show to see another side of you since you always kept close to your friends and did the bare minimum to stay within the competition. You were barely involved in other people’s business. You are mostly found in the background, watching the drama unfold in front of your eyes.

The Pro Hero [Blank] had punched you in the face because you were ripping her apart from your words alone, causing her to have an emotional reaction. You were brutal with your words. It was also oblivious that you were purposely riling her up with the way you were openly mocking her. With a wicked grin, you intimidated her when the hero was trying to rip you apart while dodging her next attacks.

She was talking shit about your husband and claiming he shouldn’t even have licenses to be a pro-hero. She claims to have known him since middle school, and he will always remain a freak. Despite his being in the top 20, which was completely unintentional on his part,

Her friends that she made during her time on the show eventually join in attacking you verbally to only get their own medicine, taking them apart by their insecurities and such. It was clear her friends were ganging up on you while your friends were gone.

You were ripping them apart and letting it all out because you have seen over and over how these people have to make side comments and belittle the other spouses in the house, including your friends. It was just her comment on Shinsou that threw you over the edge.

Who would have known the way to trigger you was by badmouthing your husband?

You ripped the Pro Hero [Blank] a new one and got punched as a result, but it was oblivious that you wanted it to happen. You purposely provoked her even more and unintentionally knocked them out on live television because they were trying to play dirty by attacking from behind. It was out of reflex because of the years of training you have. Your body just reacted.

People do what they do best: search on the web to find out who you are. You aren’t as popular as the Pro Hero to only find out you are worth way more than the hero. You also have a history of being the bully toward other bullies throughout middle and high school. You were an absolute menace in your younger years. Your former classmates coming to the internet to tell stories about you include those who were with you in martial arts and boxing clubs.

There were thirst traps and edits created by fans circling the internet. The fans of the show couldn’t tell if it was a loyal friend's or spouse's reaction based on the stories circling the media.

At home, the hero couldn’t help the smile that climbed up his lips. You didn’t even know, but that specific hero is someone he would never forget since they spread rumors about him in his earlier years of being in school. Those rumors stuck with him up until middle school.

Karma is a bitch.

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valorousflower · 10 months

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@wispandfriends - closed starter

Champion's Arrival

Musutafu, Japan

Fumiko Arai, former superstar idol, heroine, champion of Japan. She was no stranger to navigating to other cities, near or far from her hometown Tokyo. Musutafu was relatively close to Tokyo, but was not as prone to Desolation attacks due to the large abundance of pro heroes. Instead, there was a different threat lingering about there that she was not knowledgeable about, the Desolation occupying most of her time.

Regardless, with a slight white glow around her body, and vanishing petals flowing behind the heroine, she was already on her way to an appointment with U.A. High School, who she hopes to inspire several upcoming heroes and heroines near her age. They already seemed to grant permission to enter the grounds of the school, unlike several other civilians, even a news reporter who wished to learn more about the secrets of the training there and failing miserably.

Entering the gates, and then the fields, she wandered about, with the curiosity of where everyone was. Perhaps still in class? She must be early, considering her speed.

#wispandfriends #fumiko arai | the light rose

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billiethepumpkin · 7 months

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Enough: Toshinori Yagi

Kinktober Day 7 (Late)

Warnings: Rated X. This content is intended to be viewed by those ages 18 years and older. If you are a minor, please do not interact with this material.

Contains: Age gap. Sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship. Nervousness. Consent. Body worship. Praise. The L word.

Author's Note: All characters are portrayed to be adults because I am an old fuck. :)

You were a nurse.

Your quirk was not very spectacular at all. In fact, you would say it was particularly unremarkable. But you’d been his nurse each and every time that he was in the hospital, and you had recognized him waiting in line at a convenience store. The Hero that the world knew as All Might. But you knew him as Mr. Yagi.

You’d been the only person in his life to treat him as that: just a normal person. When you were his nurse, you treated him like anyone else you knew. And Toshinori was grateful for that. And sure you were younger. A lot younger. Like, a decade and a half younger. But you were beautiful, smart, and hardworking, and you were the only person he ever knew that got to know Toshinori Yagi, rather than All Might.

Now, though, you’d been on several dates, still in an awkward phase of talking and dating. You hadn’t even spent the night yet. Yagi would take you out in the evening and spoil you rotten. Dinner, dancing, the zoo, the aquarium, museums, local music. He’d bring you gifts, too. It started with flowers. Then as he got to know you, he bought you perfume you liked, books you talked about reading. You truly were spoiled. You’d invite him inside when he dropped you off, and you’d drink a quick cup of tea. You’d have a great conversation. And then he would kiss you sweetly and head home. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to stay over, or to have you stay with him.

This time was, more or less, like the others. He’d taken you to a wonderful restaurant and let you get whatever you wanted. And then he’d taken you on a walk in the park. You walked for maybe half an hour and then found a bench. You sat, and you talked until the sun was fully set. You didn’t even realize it was dark until he said, “Oh gosh, look what time it is!” while glancing at his phone. “I was having such a good time I didn’t even realize how late it was.”

“It’s okay,” you chirped. “I don’t have anywhere to be.” You smiled sweetly at him, sending him all the love you possibly could in one glance. And Toshinori felt those butterflies in his belly in a way he hadn’t since he was in high school.

“Do you at least want to go inside?” he offered. “My place is just down the block.”

“Sure,” you smiled.

He held your hand as you walked, leading the way to a small, quiet apartment. It was decorated nicely, but not too extravagantly. You had expected more from his apartment, considering the luxurious dates he’d taken you on, the gifts he’d given you. It was small, quaint.

But Toshinori had never needed more. He was single, up until recently. He never had any kids. He barely even had time to come home, until he was forced to retire. He only recently started to decorate it, when he was forced to start spending more time at home.

Maybe now that you were in his life, he’d have a reason to have more.

You took off your shoes at the front door, and he invited you to sit on his couch. “Do you want to watch something?” he asked, sitting next to you.

“Sure,” you nodded. You weren’t sure what to expect out of this visit. It had been maybe two months, probably ten dates, and he hadn’t even hinted at spending the night together. You wanted it to be as good for him as it was for you, but you weren’t exactly sure what the protocol was here. He was a former Pro Hero who landed in your hospital more times than you could count. He spoiled you with luxurious dates and gifts around every turn. You didn’t want to make it seem like you just wanted in his pants. You wanted more than that with him. You wanted a future.

Toshinori turned on a movie and relaxed a little. Slowly and carefully, so as to not pressure you too heavily, he moved closer to you. First by inching toward you on the couch, until the outsides of your legs were touching. Then by putting his arm around you. You welcomed his advances, laying your head on his chest. You weren’t even watching the movie. You couldn’t pay attention with the way the warmth of his chest filled your head with a long list of thoughts, about him, about how sweet and thoughtful he was, how he was once strong enough to lift a building.

And Toshinori wasn’t watching either. He couldn’t even remember what he had turned on at this point. He was thinking about how he wanted to be even closer to you, about how much restraint he had to show to avoid making you uncomfortable.

But you were wondering why he was holding back.

You were letting your thoughts run wild when he took his chance. He gently grabbed your face and pulled your lips to meet his. Toshinori had kissed you countless times before. His kisses were always sweet and kind and loving. But this was different. You could feel it in your bones. Something was different about this kiss, the way it was so sudden, with such force and hunger behind it.

You met him with equal force, equal love. You held his face gently as you kissed him back. The kiss lasted much longer than usual. He couldn’t make himself detach from your face. You only came up for air when you had to, and Toshinori pulled himself away to scan your face. All he saw was you, your beautiful eyes, your soft lips. You. He swallowed hard, his heart beating just a bit faster as he asked, “Do you want to stay over tonight?”

You blinked a couple of times, and you could feel your cheeks heat at the question. Did that mean what you thought it meant? Of course it did. What else could it mean? Your breath was stuck in your lungs trying to answer. Only when you saw his face start to fall did you say, “Yes.”

For a second, you and Toshinori just sat there, staring at each other. And then within an instant, his lips were connected once again, this time much more fervently. He was still gentle with you.

He always was. But you could feel the desperation building behind each and every kiss, each and every touch. One of your hands tangled in his hair, the other resting on his chest. Toshinori wanted his hands to be everywhere at once. One of them rested behind your head, the other on your lower back. He pulled you into himself as closely as possible.

Toshinori had to pull himself away. This was almost too much to take, too much for him to bear all at once. He wanted it so badly, but he wanted to do this right. He stood up and offered you his hand, and he gently led you down the hallway to his bedroom. He shut the door behind you, and you felt him press against you from behind. You closed your eyes as he pulled all your hair to one side, draping it over your shoulder. You felt him press his lips to your neck, just behind your ear. “You are perfect,” he whispered, taking a gentle finger and unzipping your dress. Toshinori planted a trail of kisses down your neck and to your shoulder as he began to push your sleeves over your shoulders. Eventually, your dress fell to the floor, leaving you in just your bra and panties.

Toshinori held your hand as he walked to the bed. He sat down in front of you and admired your body closely. He couldn’t take in enough of you. “So beautiful,” he uttered before his hands came to rest on your waist. You had long been aroused, from the earliest kiss of the night. You could feel yourself getting needier with every touch. And when he pulled himself closer to you to place kisses on your chest, creating a trail down your belly, it took everything in you to keep your composure, to avoid pouncing on him then and there. You were determined that you would remain graceful through this entire experience.

When he came to admire you again, you bent over to slide your panties down over your legs, leaving them on the floor as you stepped out of them. You climbed onto Toshinori’s lap, and he was astonished at your touch as you straddled him. He was hard. You could feel it through his pants, the way he needed you so badly. Once you were settled on his lap, you reached around to unhook your bra and toss it to the side. Toshinori was slowly becoming addicted to you. He couldn’t take his eyes off of your body.

You gently took his head in your hands, your fingers tangling in his hair on the back of his head, and you pulled him into the most passionate kiss you could muster. You fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, slowly getting them unbuttoned and discarding his shirt on the floor. You climbed off of his lap to allow him to unbuckle his belt and take off his pants. And you took him in, too, in all his glory. His body was aged, but still strong. There were scars over his chest and belly, the ones you already knew about from taking care of him for so long.

When you finally climbed back on top of him, you were needier than ever, your pussy starting to drip and ache with your desire for him. You both took your time running your hands over each others’ body, kissing each other gently, lovingly, passionately. You couldn’t get enough of him. As he kissed fervently over your throat, you moaned out loud. You could feel his dick twitch beneath you, making your pussy twitch, too. “Toshinori,” you sighed. He looked at your face, waiting for those words he had longed for over the past two months. “Take me,” you uttered, looking straight at him.

He nodded, and Toshinori steadied his cock with one hand as you slowly sat down on him, inching closer and closer to taking his dick to the hilt. You moaned and sighed on his lap, both of you squirming and twitching for one another. “God, you feel so good,” he groaned, so quiet it was almost a whisper. Toshinori couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt anything like this at all, let alone a feeling as good as you. You kissed him fervently as he started to thrust upwards into you. You moaned into his mouth, and he pulled away to look at you. “You sound beautiful, honey,” he said. “Feel good for me, baby.”

You started to rise and fall on his body, slowly riding him as you moaned and sighed for him. Toshinori couldn’t help the way he held your hips so fervently, guiding your movements as you rode him. He looked right at your face as you continued to move for him, your back arching as you squirmed for him. “Toshi,” you moaned. He got high on the sound of your voice as you said his name. Toshinori really was addicted to you. You could have anything you wanted.

Eventually, though, you started to struggle. You started to lose your grip on reality as you rode faster and faster. It wasn’t quite enough to get you off. You needed him to fuck you, really fuck you.

“Need more,” you admitted, getting off of his lap and laying on the bed. “Toshi, please fuck me.”

And he obliged.

He hovered over top of you, and he started to push his cock into you again. You could feel him so much deeper from this angle, and he could snap his hips into you harder and harder. You wanted that so badly. “Does that feel good, honey?” he asked, buried inside of you to the hilt. You squirmed once again, arching your back and moaning out loud. You nodded furiously. “Say it for me, baby,” he requested.

You sighed, “You feel so good inside me, Toshi.”

“That’s my good girl,” he said. Those words made you gasp and moan all on their own. Toshinori was so close to your face you could feel his breath on your cheek. He started to thrust into you a little faster, a little harder. You were so wet at this point you could hear the squelching sound of his cock inside you. Thrust after thrust, his movements became more and more aggressive. You needed more. You were so close to that high you’d been wanting from him for the past several weeks, now feeling like it was years. “Look at me, baby,” he said, grabbing your face, a little rougher than he intended. “I wanna see your face when you come undone for me.”

You looked Toshinori straight in his bright blue eyes, feeling so much love and desire behind them. His grip on your face softened, slowly becoming a caress on your cheek. And right then, looking straight in his eyes, you fell over that edge into paradise. Your pussy contracted around him, now a vice-like grip on his member as you came around him. You moaned and sighed, gripping the sheets to keep yourself grounded here on earth.

“Ah, shit,” Toshinori said as you came down off your high. He pulled out of you and stroked himself over your body, hot cum dripping onto your lower belly as he groaned for you.

After a few deep breaths from each of you, he slowly stood up. “Wait here, honey,” he said, walking into the bathroom. He came back with a warm, damp rag, and he slowly and carefully wiped himself off of your stomach. He put the washcloth in the dirty laundry, and he laid back down with you, holding you closely to his chest and pulling the blankets up over both of you.

You hadn’t said anything yet. You were speechless. You couldn’t believe that any of this even happened. He was spectacular, the most wonderful man you’d ever met, and you were curled up in his arms, wrapped up in his bed. How did you even get here?

Sleepily, Toshinori kissed you on the forehead, and he asked, “You okay?”

“Mhm,” you nodded.

He took a deep breath. He was about to say something he had meant to say for a long time. Now that you had been this close, he could say it without fear of you running away, without you thinking he was too much. “I love you,” Toshinori uttered, pressing another kiss to the top of your head.

You took a sharp breath in, and you swallowed and blinked a few times. He loved you? It took a minute to sink in. Toshinori loved you. You wondered how that was possible. You were just… you. You remembered how often he had proved it, never saying it with words. You pressed a sweet kiss to his jawline, your touch lingering on his cheek. “I love you, too, Toshinori,” you answered before falling back onto his chest. He held you close, breathing in your scent and relishing in your touch. But somehow it wasn’t enough.

He could never get enough of you.

This work was written by Abigail "Billie" Rothenberger. Please do not copy this work on Tumblr or any other platform.

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