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all in a day's quirk | sero hanta

pairing: Sero Hanta / Fem Reader

length: 5.3k

summary: Sero gets hit with a quirk that makes others see him as the person they are most attracted to. Which you really wish you had known before you opened your mouth and gave him your usual, “Hey, Sero!”

tags/warnings: pro hero au, fluff, misunderstandings, quirk accident, not actually unrequited feelings, smut, thigh riding, fem reader (no pronouns but AFAB genitalia terms used), aged up characters

It was approximately four thirty-three p.m. when Sero Hanta returned from patrol and blew your peaceful day to bits.

Before his arrival, the Todoroki Agency had been relatively quiet, as it usually was around this time, everyone but the on-call staff winding down for the day. You’d been hearing the telltale rustling of jackets and scuffle of feet in the office behind you since the clock ticked past four.

Not long after, a couple of your friends from the analytics department had wandered over to your desk, clearly deciding they were not going to get anything else done, gossiping and stealing the candies you kept in a glass bowl on the reception counter.

“I heard Shouto’s manager is considering signing him up for a shirtless charity calendar,” Mari told you immediately, wiggling her eyebrows. “Hana from brand management said she was asked to do research on the impact the calendar had on other pros’ careers, so I think this is serious.”

She looked beyond pleased, her cheeks pink and her ears tipped red, the way they always were when she contemplated her massive crush on your agency head, Todoroki Shouto.

You couldn’t fault her–Shouto was incredibly handsome and kind, if a bit spacey–but you’d always been drawn to a different pro hero on the agency roster. Someone just a little bit taller, with dark hair and a half-moon grin, a razor sharp sense of humor, and the most inconceivably mouth-watering thighs in the pro hero business.

Not that you had been giving them attention. Much.

You suppressed the urge to ask if anyone else from the agency was being considered for the calendar, wiggling your eyebrows back. “Well I know you’ll be the first in line.”

Mari’s blush deepened, and Kimiko laughed around an orange-flavored candy, which you stocked for many reasons other than a certain tape-themed hero’s predilection for oranges, thank you very much.

“I just hope they include Uravity-san,” Kimiko said. “I mean–not shirtless shirtless, but like, god would I kill for her in a little sports bra.”

Kimiko sounded unaffected, but you’d literally hidden her beneath your desk the time pro heroes Uravity and Deku visited for an agency team-up with the Todoroki office. She’d spent the entire time peering out with big eyes, muttering under her breath, “I am so gay. So very very gay.”

You didn’t doubt if Uravity were included in the spread, Kimiko might even beat Mari out for the first spot in line.

“You both have such kind hearts,” you laughed. “So eager to give to charity.”

“I’m a lifelong philanthropist,” Mari agreed, picking up your pen and doodling hearts all over your office stationery. You noticed she colored in only the left side, and suppressed another laugh.

Whatever. You knew what it was to be that whipped, even if you’d never do anything about it.

As huge as your thing was for Sero, there wasn’t a chance in hell he returned your affections. He was incredibly friendly, but over the past few years, he’d never even given a hint that he was into you like that. He’d treated you with the same easy cheer and subjected you to the same good-natured roasting he did everyone else in the agency.

And now was not the time to go looking for more, anyway. You’d recently become close enough to see Sero outside of work and you were not about to endanger that–you’d been invited to a house party of his a couple months ago, gone to drinks with him and a couple of agency people after work, and even grabbed dinner alone a few times over the past few weeks. You’d been texting memes practically nonstop this entire week alone.

He was so much fun, always quick with a joke, a wink, or an interesting story, and he wasn’t afraid to tell things like they were. You forgot time was passing when you were with him, and sometimes when you went out, you stayed out long enough that you thought he might, too.

So you were finally reaching a stage in your friendship where Sero clearly felt close and comfortable—you would not press for more.

It was just, sometimes, when he smiled down at you with that clever, mischievous grin, your heart felt like it was experiencing some sort of medical event. Sometimes, when he put his dark hair up into a messy half-bun, those biceps cording as he did so, it felt like someone had just vacuumed all the oxygen straight out of your lungs. Sometimes, when he leaned down to whisper something to you in his most conspiratorial tones, it felt like someone had spiked your brain into a blender and pureed it into mush.

But it was cool.

You knew how to play it cool.

Mari pulled you back to earth with the promise of more gossip—this time, about her arch nemesis in accounting—and Kimiko leaned in, offering her own commentary over the unwrapping of another of your candies.

And then the clock struck four thirty-three, and Sero Hanta returned from patrol.

You heard the telltale mechanic ping of an agency badge passing checkpoint, and peeked around Kimiko to see Sero trudging through the doorway, looking strangely contemplative. He was covered in dirt and his uniform was slashed in several places, including a great deal of shredding about the thighs, which you would have been happier about if he didn’t look so unusually subdued.

He didn’t look hurt at any rate, so that was good. But you couldn’t help but call out to him.

“Hey Sero!” you said, curious about his demeanor. “How’d patrol go? Something happen?”

Kimiko and Mari turned around, and you watched as both of them seemed to freeze up. Kimiko’s hand slapped against the reception counter, the sound echoing through the room, gripping tightly as though she’d suddenly seen a ghost.

“Ur–Uravity-san,” she said, dipping into the most formal bow you’d ever seen her make. “What’s brought you here?”

You felt your mouth pull into a frown, staring at the back of her head in absolute bamboozlement. Was she seeing things? The only person in the doorway was Sero, and he was very much unaccompanied.

His helmet was propped between his hip and his elbow, so his face was clear too–so Kimiko didn’t even have the excuse of not being able to see his face, different though his costume was from Uravity’s.

Sero blinked, his mouth pulling into a semi-puzzled grin. “Uravity?”

Mari was slapping Kimiko before you could inquire the same thing, hissing, “Are you losing it? That’s fucking Shouto.” She turned back to pin you with something between a glare and a concerned, assessing gaze, as if you too had lost your marbles.

You frowned back, your own concern deepening. “I’m sorry–are you guys seriously telling me that Shouto and Uravity are here with Sero?” You peered back around Mari at Sero, quirking a brow at him. “Did they get hit with some kind of invisibility quirk or are these two experiencing some kind of hallucination?”

Maybe too much shirtless calendar talk had gotten them too hot and bothered.

Sero’s dark gaze pinned you, and he quickly came tromping over, his boots echoing on the stone flooring. He leaned over the reception counter, pointing to his face with one long, pretty finger. “Wait, you can tell it’s me?”

He smelled like cement and sweat and dust, and something vaguely minty, like he’d been chewing gum recently. You tried not to let your expression show how much you liked the look of him up close, those hooded dark eyes, his wide, charming mouth.

“Um, yes? I have eyeballs?” you wondered.

Sero blinked, leaning in closer. Your heartbeat ticked up. “You’re sure?”

“Should I not be…sure?” you asked. “Are Shouto and Uravity really with you and I’m the only one who can’t see them?”

Sero shook his head, “Nah–it’s just me.”

You frowned up at him, curious. “Then why are they calling you Shouto and Uravity…?”

Sero shook his dark head. His hair was pulled into that half-bun you loved, the way it usually was under his helmet on patrol, and all mussed from whatever run in he’d had. You tried not to think about what other activities might get his hair all mussed like that.

He smiled, something wide and conspiratorial. “Got hit with some kinda illusion quirk. People have stopped me like a thousand times on my way in to ask for All Might’s autograph, or Hawks’, and even Bakugou’s. They’re lucky it was just me, he’d have thrown a shit fit getting cut off in the street like that.”

Sero’s features shifted into something slightly more contemplative again. “But you’re somehow immune, huh?”

You frowned. “Shouldn’t you get checked out at medical, then?”

His eyes softened, and another grin made its way onto his mouth. “Yeah yeah, I’ll head right there.”

Kimiko and Mari were still gaping over at him like he was a miracle, and some strange feeling came over you, a concerned little squeeze of your heart. You grabbed Mari, plonking her down into your seat in your stead. “Cover me for a couple minutes? Just say people are unavailable and take notes and I’ll figure it out when I get back. I’m gonna run down to medical with Sero for a second.”

Mari nodded dumbly.

You pulled Sero’s helmet out of his grip, resting it in the crook of your own elbow, and gestured him down the hall with you. Sero fell into step beside you, keeping up easily with his long stride. He grinned down at you, seemingly unperturbed that he’d gotten hit with a quirk that had all but erased his identity in the eyes of others.

It was something you admired in him, his inherent good-naturedness.

You wondered why you were the only one who could tell it was him.

“Any good gossip while I was gone?” he asked, like he really couldn’t be fussed about his predicament. “I was starting to hear shirtless calendar talk before I had to head out on patrol.”

You suppressed a flush and fought down the urge to ask if he’d been asked to be in it too.

You did not need to know.

“Whatever the hell is going on with you is the spiciest bit of gossip all day,” you told him, rounding a corner and badging into the stairwell down to the medical floor. You clung to the railing carefully and most definitely did not watch his thighs bunch as he took the stairs. “Want a drink after work? It seems like you could use one, after this.”

Sero smiled, an eyebrow raising. “Trying to get me drunk, huh?”

You wrinkled your nose. “As if I’d need to be so underhanded.”

You did. You did need to be so underhanded.

Sero had to angle himself carefully through the door, his shoulder pieces liable to snag on the doorway with the breadth of those pro hero shoulders. The medic on staff took one look at him and flushed, mumbling out a name you didn’t know.

You piped in before she could say more. “Cellophane’s been hit with a quirk that makes him appear like someone else. It’s not whoever you think!”

She blinked curiously, but then nodded, probably having seen much weirder things in her time as a hero agency staffer. She gestured Sero to a cot on the side of the room. “Alright, please sit down, Cellophane. We’ll do a couple quick tests and then get you sorted with the right quirk cancellation.” Her cheeks seemed to heat again as she spoke, but she made good on her promise, disappearing down the hall, calling to someone for quirk testing strips.

Sero hopped up on the cot, swinging those long legs, grinning at you from eye-level, now. “Think I should prank a couple people before they cancel it?”

You rolled your eyes. “Only you would be having fun with this. No one in the world knows who you are!”

The corner of Sero’s mouth pulled wryly. “You do.”

“You don’t know if that could change, dude. Better get it over with before you get stuck as like, Endeavor forever.”

Sero laughed, light and airy. “Shouto wouldn’t hang with me anymore.”

You nodded. “Exactly, and none of the rest of us read the same weird manga you guys are into so you’d be all alone with no one to fanboy about it to.”

The medic returned with a thick silvery strip, pulling on blue nitrile gloves as she did so. Sero held his arm out obligingly, the lean muscle flexing in the fluorescence of the office lighting. She peeled off the backing of the strip, pressing it to Sero’s forearm, pushing it down firmly.

She attached a cable to some screened device, and you listened to the beep of various buttons. Sero watched you over her shoulder, his easy smile still in place.

Finally, the device in the medic’s hand beeped, and she pulled back, announcing somewhat shyly, “An attraction-type quirk.”

You blinked, mystified. A what?

Sero’s grin seemed to freeze on his face, and his thin brows furrowed the tiniest bit.

The medic continued, oblivious. “This quirk creates an illusion. External parties will perceive the affectee with the traits or as the person they are most attracted to.”

Sero’s dark eyes snapped to yours, widening, and you fumbled a step back, almost tripping over yourself. You threw out a hand, barely catching yourself on the counter.

No.

Oh fuck no.

If people were seeing who they were most attracted to…and you had just seen Sero the whole time…

That would mean—that would mean—and he had heard you say—

“Oh my god, I just remembered I have to get back to Mari,” you said, offering Sero a wave of your suddenly numb hand. “Can’t, um, strand her at the desk for too long. I’ll leave you guys to it. Uh, yeah. Thanks–bye!”

You quickly threw yourself out through the door, leaving Sero alone with the medic. You dashed back up the stairwell, your heartbeat shooting into your mouth.

How could this be happening? How unbelievably embarrassing was that? You’d worked so hard to play it cool in front of Sero for all this time, for years, really, and you’d finally just made it to a comfortable place as friends.

And then—and then—some attraction-illusion quirk goes and blows your cover, just like that? For real?

And he’d heard you, too. Heard you say, “Hey, Sero!” as soon as he’d come through the door, before anyone had revealed anything about who else they thought he might be instead. Before you could have possibly had any clue that he’d been quirked.

You could die of mortification.

You shooed Mari and Kimiko away from the desk when you got back, quickly readying your things to get the hell out of the office as soon as your night replacement arrived. You cleaned up all the bi-colored hearts Mari had doodled on every available surface of your desk and refilled the candy bowl Kimiko had apparently seen fit to devastate in your absence, your ears heating with the thought that Sero could catch on now, why you stocked orange candies.

God, could your replacement hurry the fuck up before Sero got back here?

But the night receptionist was predictably late, of course, and by the time you finally saw him badge through the front entrance you could hear quick, booted steps across the tile behind you.

Sero’s voice sounded over the back of your chair, just as a long-fingered hand closed around your wrist.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice more careful than you’d ever heard it. “Still up for that drink? I think maybe we could talk over it.”

The night receptionist nodded at you and Sero as he made his way over, and you gave up your chair to him, collecting your bag with Sero’s warm fingers still clutching your wrist. You slowly worked up the courage to look up at him, face heating as you took in his uncharacteristically intent expression. His face had been cleaned and it looked like some antibiotic had been applied to some of the scrapes along his jaw.

You knew then you’d trapped yourself. Though it was probably also better to get things over with now than avoid the subject forever.

“Okay,” you said, trying to keep your voice normal. “Yeah, let’s talk.”

Sero was the nicest dude ever, you had to remember that. Even when it came down to a rejection, he would still be completely kind and friendly. Probably not too much would change on his end afterwards either. You couldn’t imagine him avoiding you or treating you any differently.

“My place okay?” Sero asked as you shrugged on your bag.

You nodded, and he smiled, nearly as wide and silly as he normally did, tinged with only the slightest bit of shyness.

You’d originally planned to take him out somewhere fun, but this conversation was probably best had in private. And Sero’s place was close, an apartment only a couple blocks’ walk, in a charming little neighborhood fringed by a park and a variety of interesting bars and cafes. Sero chatted away with his usual friendly ease as you walked, still in his shredded hero costume, waving to the couple people that recognized him as you did so.

Your stomach flipped as he opened his front door, gesturing you inside under his arm. He was tall and lanky enough that you fit easily, and you caught a whiff of that minty scent again under all the dust that coated his uniform. You tried not to look too closely at the lines of his bicep as you passed under it.

His apartment was just as you’d remembered it; spacious, casually decorated in neutral tones with splashes of interesting patterns spread across the rug, throw pillows, and his collection of wall hangings. It smelled cottony and clean, and Sero gestured you to his couch as he dumped his helmet and boots in the doorway, shrugging off his shoulder pieces.

“A beer cool?” he asked as he made his way into the kitchen. “I’ve got a couple of good ones.”

“Sounds great,” you told him, listening to the sounds of him cracking the caps.

To your surprise he plopped down on the couch next to you as he came back in, handing you a bottle. It was cold, and your fingers made little prints in the condensation where you touched it.

“So,” he said, turning to you, a sly look in his dark eyes. “You wanna talk about what just happened?”

Your face flamed, and you took a quick sip of your beer to give you time to recover yourself. It was sour on your tongue, a hint of orange peel in its profile.

“No,” you told him honestly, giving him a self-conscious smile, which he returned. “I think it’s pretty clear, actually. You got hit by a quirk that shows people the person they’re most attracted to and I, uh, obviously saw, um, you.”

Sero’s grin pulled wider at the edges, surprising you. If you didn’t know better, you would think he liked hearing that. Although maybe it was a little bit of an ego stroke to hear you were someone’s fantasy man, even if you didn’t return their feelings.

“Not All Might and not Bakugou,” he said, something pleased in his tone.

You blinked at him, disturbed by those insinuations. “Definitely not,” you sniffed. “I am a paragon of taste.”

Sero laughed, his fingers flexing on the side of his beer. Then he took a sip, seeming to contemplate something as he did, and you drew yourself together, preparing for the inevitable. That was definitely a look that said he was thinking hard, probably about the best way to let you down.

But then Sero grinned back down at you, leaning in collusively. “You wanna know something?”

You could feel your brows raise curiously, even as your heartbeat picked up with his proximity. You looked down, then accidentally spied the strips of tanned thigh where his costume had torn, and had to quickly reroute your gaze for fear of staring. “That depends.”

Sero’s grin went even more sly. “I think if you’d been hit with that quirk, I’d have known it was you too.”

Your heartbeat slammed to a halt in your chest. It was only when Sero threw a hand out that you realized you’d lost your grip on your beer, his quick reflexes the only thing saving his carpet. You startled at the sudden move, making a weird arm-flinging motion somewhere between grabbing for your beer and grabbing onto him, ending up accidentally smacking him in the chest instead.

“Fuck, I—sorry!” you garbled out, stunned by his sudden proximity and the fistful of his costume you’d taken. His skin was warm against the side of your hand.

Sero blinked, looking taken aback for a moment. Then he shifted, and you heard the clink of two beers being deposited on his coffee table. You swallowed, unable to look away from him, and you watched his dark eyes rove over your face, before dipping down to stare at something just under your nose.

A shiver prickled up your spine.

“So when you—with the quirk—” you tried, but your brain had gone offline, and the right set of words were not coming to you. “Um, when you say—you would have known—?”

Sero’s grin crept back across his mouth. “I mean that I’d have seen you, because I’ve been wanting to ask you out and trying to figure out if you're into me for months.”

It had to be the shock of this admission that registered you so stupid. “You—months? Try years.”

Sero’s laugh beat back the instant wave of mortification that overcame you in the next second, when you realized what'd you'd just said. You could only smile back helplessly, equally pleased and embarrassed. He looked so good right then, too, grinning toothily, his hair a mess, his costume torn to shreds. He really was the most gorgeous guy you had ever seen, that quirk had totally had your number.

It suddenly dawned on you that you had little else to lose now, with everything out in the open. And when Sero looked like that—sly, pleased, and a little bit of a mess—you thought you were done trying to bury things.

A thrill zinging down your spine, you leaned in and pressed your mouth to his.

He’d been laughing, and you only caught the edge of his mouth, but Sero quickly corrected. You could feel his lips go slack in surprise for a second, and then he was schooling himself and returning your kiss with abandon.

Long fingers came up to take your chin, holding you firmly in place. It was so unexpectedly bold that you shuddered, kissing him harder. Your hand tangled further in the fabric of his costume, gripping onto him for dear life as his tongue met yours, twisting and teasing. It was so like him, the way he kissed. Teasing, playful, easy. Your head spun with how much you liked it.

“Aw fuck, I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” Sero said, when he finally pulled away far enough to enunciate the words. He shifted against you, putting a large palm against your back, pulling you to him. You followed his guidance, climbing into his lap, chasing his mouth again. You wanted more—more now that you thought you could have it.

“I’ve been wanting—for years—” you said, squeaking in surprise when Sero guided you down onto a strong thigh. It was hard and thick and way too muscular to be allowed, and your breath left you in a harsh hiss. And because this was the most embarrassing day of your life, Sero clocked it immediately, leaning forward in interest.

“You—like that? My—thigh?” he asked curiously.

You could feel your face burning, like someone had just dunked it in a bucket of hot coals. “I–yes. I like everything about you. Including your thighs,” you admitted.

Sero’s hand guided you back down against him, pressing his knee up experimentally. A thrill sang through your veins at the feeling of a piece of him so warm and firm right up against your core. You barely bit back the noise you wanted to make.

“Fuck, this is weirdly hot,” Sero said, leaning in to take your mouth again. You could feel him growing hard against your knee through the fabric of his costume, as his tongue flicked against yours, making your brain go a little woozy.

His arms came around you, holding your waist as he ground his leg up into you, sending a wave of pleasure striking through you like lightning. The moan you’d been trying to hold in finally broke free of you. “Ah—Hanta!”

The sound seem to spark something in him. Sero surged up, his hands making quick work of your shirt as he kissed you, still rocking you against his thigh in a way that made you see stars. You had the wild thought that everything about him was more than you’d ever imagined it would be, from the delicate press of his fingers to the warmth of his thigh to the way the strands of his hair that had escaped brushed across your forehead. Embarrassingly fast, like he knew exactly how to play you, he worked you up to the crest of your pleasure.

You had to put a hand to his chest to stop him.

“Hanta, if you—I’m going to cum if we don’t stop—” you said.

“Oh my god please,” was his only answer, and he pulled you down onto his thigh with renewed vigor. Sparks of pleasure pricked all over your body as he kissed you again, his hands roaming every inch of exposed skin. He left bruising kisses down the side of your throat, fingers playing with your nipples.

Another few rocks into his thigh sent you right over the edge, and he held you against him as you rode it out, squirming against his thigh.

“This is the hottest thing that has ever happened to me,” he said, something in his tone making it clear he was not done with you yet.

He helped you wiggle out of your pants, freeing himself of his own costume, and laid you out over his couch, grinning. He was golden with a fading summer tan, and his smile was so wide and charming and white against the dimming light from the windows. He was gloriously lean, hard with dense, compact stretches of muscle, every single inch of him honed from years of hero work. He was perfect—so stupidly, handsomely, perfect.

Between his thighs, his cock was just as long and lean, heavy and flush with arousal. It made you dizzy to think that this man, who you’d crushed on for so long, wanted you like this—wanted you back in the same way you’d always wanted him. You motioned him closer, too eager now to be self-conscious about it.

Sero laughed, a happy noise. “Fuck, you’re so pretty though.” He stretched out over you, sliding in between your thighs and guiding himself into you. His chest pressed to yours, hot and slick with a light sheen of sweat already, and you hissed with the feeling of him slipping inside you.

You felt drunk with arousal, crazy with want. You clutched him to you as he moved, thrusting carefully at first, as if testing the feeling of you, and then more firmly. You let out soft noises you hadn't meant to, which Sero seemed to appreciate.

“God, look at you. Listen to you,” he said, grinning down at you, his dark eyes tracing over you. “I can’t believe I got hit with that quirk. This is the luckiest day of my life—you’re so cute. So—fuck—so perfect.”

He slid into a frustratingly sedate pace, strokes long and languid, stretching out almost teasingly. You wrapped your legs more tightly around his hips, trying to press him into you, but his smile just widened. He moved leisurely, setting his own pace, just on the wrong side of too slow.

It drove you insane, somehow working you up even faster than if he’d been doing what you wanted. You muffled the sounds of your own moans against his lips, gripping onto those broad shoulders. Sero’s own fingers slid down to your clit, playing with you just as lightly and teasingly as his thrusts.

You could have killed him, but all you could do was hold onto him, slurring his name appreciatively.

He worked you like that for a while, bringing you close but never too close, drawing out the feeling into something warm and fizzy, like soda left in the sun. But eventually the band of his control seemed to snap, and he began thrusting into you harder, faster. Those long, lovely fingers circled your clit with more intent as he did, murmuring a steady stream of praise.

“Please—cum with me,” he panted into your mouth, as his fingers drew ever-tightening circles over you. “I want you to come with me, Y/N. Can you—can you do that?”

You nodded frantically as his thrusts grew faster, sloppier. He was so good inside you, so good over you, his fingers such a delicious pressure against your clit. It only took a few thrusts more, a few strokes of those careful fingers, and then you were squirming against him in earnest, your veins going molten with pleasure.

“Hanta—I’m going to—!”

“Yessss,” he hissed, and then he was orgasming too, spilling out his pleasure inside of you. His hips slapped yours in a stuttering pattern, half-crazed, and you shook against him, gasping. Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest as you crested the wave, until finally—finally you went limp against him, just as his own body relaxed over you.

“I want to be hit with a quirk all the time,” he said, ridiculously.

You couldn’t help but laugh, smiling into his shoulder. “Don’t make a habit of it.”

Sero hummed thoughtfully. “I don’t know. If this is what I get every time, then…” he trailed off, smirking down at you.

“I’m not going to bang you if you’re going to be irresponsible,” you told him.

He perked up, however, those dark eyes peering at you hopefully. “But you’ll bang me otherwise?”

You laughed again, pinching him lightly on the arm where you held him. “What do you think having a crush on you for years means?”

His grin went all sly and pleased again. “Then I’ll have to lock it down, of course. I haven’t spent months wondering just to let you get away. Starting with dinner this evening, maybe. Do you—would dinner be okay?” he asked. The sound of genuine, eager hope in his voice was so gratifying it made you want to kick your legs in the air.

You settled for nodding instead. “Dinner sounds amazing.”

“Then I’ll arrange the finest takeout just for you,” he said, which you knew from experience meant the empanadas place around the corner. You laughed again, feeling full already with the promise of an easy meal, and a relationship to come.

“Whatever you want sounds good to me,” you said, even as he began to slide off of you, helping you up alongside him. “You’ve had a crazy day today, empanadas sound like the perfect cap.”

Sero leaned in, his expression as mischievous and charming as always. “It’s nothing,” he said, even as he carefully held out your shirt to you again, guiding you into it in an unexpectedly gentlemanly move. You let him stuff you into it, laughing, smiling into the kiss he gave you as you emerged.

He winked at you as he found his phone and dialed, smiling as you heard the call connect. “After all, I'm a hero," he said. "And it’s all in a day’s work.”

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irisintheafterglow · 6 months

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hi!!! could i request pro hero!bakugo & pro hero!reader where bkgs doing an interview and they ask about relationships and his answer is “I thought you people already knew that im married”

i have no idea how to word things but i hope that was readable🙏🙏

keeping it in the family

wc: 1.6k

cw/tags: swearing, mentions of drinking and alcohol, established relationship, dialogue-driven

note: RAHHH I LOVE HUSBAND BAKUGO. anyways !!! i hope you like this, i did get a little carried away when writing it so hopefully it makes sense. thank you for your ask!!!

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3

“And we’re on in five, four, three, two…give ‘em hell.” The roar of excited applause jumbles together with the late-night show’s opening theme and the screams of excited fans can still be heard even as Kirishima flashes a blinding smile to the camera.

“Good evening, everyone, and welcome to Heroes on Heroes! We’re so glad you’re joining us tonight, seeing as this is the finale of season one!” The audience cheers with fiery passion and it makes the three heroes onstage chuckle nervously. This was going to be a long night, especially if the superfans were crying after every word they spoke. “I’m Red Riot,” he pauses while the cheering erupts once again, “and I’m joined by my fellow pros, Chargebolt and Dynamight.” You wince from your place at sidestage from the sheer wave of noise that slams into your eardrums when the latter is introduced.

“Thanks for having us tonight, man,” Denki grins. He eagerly drums the armrests of his chair, to the left of Kirishima. “I’ve been looking forward to doing one of these since I saw Deku’s a few weeks back.”

“It’s a great concept, really. I love being able to just chat with you guys and shoot the shit about hero stuff. It’s so manly.” Kirishima turns expectantly to the other hero sitting to his right, whose hot-headed nature was blatantly obvious by how he was slumped in his chair, squinting slightly at the burning spotlights and clicking cameras. You admire Kirishima’s confidence in forcing Katsuki to say something. “What about you, Bakugo? How’re you feeling tonight?”

“I’m alright,” he shrugs indifferently. Your breath catches in your throat and you can hear the Dynamight agency’s publicist put his head in his hands. “It’s been a while, so it’s good to see you guys,” he adds with unexpected fondness and you exhale in relief. His eyes meet yours for half a second and he shoots you a wink that makes your knees wobbly. “I saw that save at the bridge collapse last week, Shitty Hair. Pretty decent work.” Kirishima blinks once, twice, and then glances at Denki. Katuski’s blank look narrows into a scowl. “The hell are you looking like that for? I got shit in my teeth or something?”

“No, no. Sorry, man,” Kirishima laughs. “I just wasn’t expecting a compliment from you so early in the show.”

“Yeah, we thought we’d have to booze you up a little more to get you to be nicer,” Denki jokes and he recoils a bit when he’s struck with a molten hot glare from the hero across from him.

“Whatever you’re about to say, bro, don’t say it,” Kirishima warns and the crackles in Katsuki’s palms gradually dissipate. “But, I’m wondering too. What’s with the good mood?”

“I guess I feel like playing nice tonight,” he answers cryptically, his gaze flicking over to you again with amusement. You can almost sense the fainting girls falling over each other in the front row. Kirishima’s attention subtly darts over to you and a knowing smirk grows over his face. It was the first time you and Katsuki were at the same press event, since you both thought it was too dangerous to sneak around until now. “But, talk about that bridge save. I don’t think a lot of people know that the guy was wanted by several agencies.”

“Ooh, yeah,” Denki agrees with a quick sip of his drink. He swallows and sets the glass down with a light thud. “He’d been giving us hell for weeks. It's not really the best matchup for a sand villain to be going up against an electric hero.”

“It was the sand villain and his wife, wasn’t it? That chick with the melting Quirk?”

“Yep, they were a nasty couple to deal with,” Kirishima confirms. “I had to keep track of this guy’s damn sand spikes and his wife turning the floor to goop at the same time.”

“Goop is a weird-ass way to put it,” Katsuki points out with obvious distaste.

“Yeah, but he was a pretty goopy guy.” Chuckles ripple through the audience and you can’t help breaking a smile too at Kirishima’s joke.

“I think for me, at least,” Denki adds, “the biggest pain was the fact that they were married, and they had, like, marriage telepathy or something.”

“Bro, I thought that was just me! Here I was, thinking that I’d incapacitated one and split them from the other, when bam! Both of them appear in front of me like a damn genie.”

“You ever have to deal with villain couples, Bakubro?”

“Nah, not recently. We’ve been doing a lot of big raids on all the crime families downtown.” He flexes his right bicep and pulls back the sleeve of his shirt to show a gnarly purple spot growing on his skin. “Got this little beauty three days ago from a neo-Hassaikai asshole.” You're not fazed by the ugly shade of the wound because you were the one who stitched up the...less visible results of the raid.

“Jeez, man,” Denki says in disbelieving awe at his friend’s injury. “If you ever need backup, we’d love to do a team up with you.”

“I think I’d rather die–”

“My agency would also love to team-up with you,” Kirishima interjects before Katsuki can finish his thought. The heart rate monitor of his publicist begins to rapidly beep behind you. “We can have a threeway team-up! That’d be pretty cool, don’t you guys think?”

“What if we all just merged into one big super agency? Like a big family?”

“That sounds like the stupidest shit–” Again, Kirishima cuts off Katsuki’s brash protests and saves them from being taken off the air.

"That would be so awesome."

“Would that mean we’d have to get pro-hero partners, too? Keep hero work in the family?”

“I think Salonpas would have heart palpitations if we said we were trying to keep hero work within the family,” Katsuki points out and his friends nod in agreement. “On another fuckin’ note, that Half-and-Half idiot keeps hogging the number two spot and it pisses me off.” Though you didn’t often encounter Todoroki while you were on patrol, you knew that he was adamant about keeping work life and family life separate. It made him even more of a dedicated hero and a recent bust of a notorious crime ring bumped him into the number two spot over Dynamight for that month. You didn’t hear the end of it from Katsuki.

“He and Deku just work really efficiently, Bakubro.”

“I can efficiently slam both their skulls into a–”

“You know what would solve that problem?” Denki butts in unceremoniously, covering up his harsh words for a third time. Katsuki grunts in response and the lightning-decorated hero gives him enthusiastic finger-guns. “Combining and making a family agency.”

“What are the chances that Sero would want to join too?”

“Probably pretty high,” Kirishima guesses. “He’s at my place every other week, anyway, so he’s basically my brother.”

“Alright, maybe this could actually work, then. I just need to find a smoking hot hero wife.”

“That’ll probably be the hardest part, buddy–”

“What about Bakugo?” You stiffen and the three guys turn their attention to a voice calling out from the audience. Speaking during the interviews was strictly prohibited until the question and answer section, but getting Katsuki’s attention was a surefire way to derail the entire episode.

“The fuck do you mean, what about Bakugo? Who the fuck said that?”

"Dude, just ignore them."

“Can’t be a family agency if Bakugo never gets into relationships,” the same nasally, irritating voice argues and your face feels like it’s been set on fire. Kirishima’s attention jumps to you for a moment and then back to his friend, whose palms are starting to spark like fireworks. “Do you just get no bitches, or something?” The audience gasps and security finally arrives to escort the disturbance out of the building. The director is ready to stop the cameras and jump to a commercial break, but Katsuki speaks before he can order the sound crew to cut the mics. To everyone’s surprise, his voice is nothing but amusement, like the insinuation didn’t bother him in the slightest.

“You think I don’t get into relationships?”

“Bakugo…”

“It’s alright, Pikachu. I really don’t give a shit about whatever that guy said,” Katsuki reassures his friend with a sly glint in his eye. His friends watch him warily, like a grenade on the verge of exploding. Once again, burning red eyes meet yours with a single question that you answer with a resolute nod. “I’m not gonna blow up, so stop looking like that. Really, I don’t care.”

“Why not?” A tense beat of silence passes, then–

“I thought you people knew that I’m married.” A shit-eating grin spreads across your husband’s face as gasps of shock burst from the audience. Kirishima and Denki both shake their heads in exasperation. They knew already, of course, but they didn’t expect him to reveal his relationship status as a result of a heckler. “Yep, going on a year and a half, now. Around five years together total coming this winter.” More collective cries of jealousy, surprise, and betrayal shake the building’s foundation. "If you don't believe me, ask these guys."

"Yeah, we were at the wedding, too. It's hard to keep it a secret when all of your friends are also high-profile heroes."

“Can you guys believe that he fell in love during the winter?” Denki’s thumb juts out toward his friend, who frowns at the mere mention of cold weather.

“I fucking hate the winter,” he grumbles.

“We know, man,” Kirishima says sympathetically, unsuccessfully hiding a chuckle. “You’ve been saying that since high school.”

“Yeah, and shit hasn’t changed,” Katsuki bites back with lighthearted indignance. “Look, they saved my ass when it was cold; how was I not supposed to fall in love with them?” To your delight, his complexion has turned a slightly darker shade of pink. “Yeah, I love them. What about it, asshats?”

“Is this a bad time to bring up the family agency again?”

“Let’s go to commercial before I blow this fucking chair to pieces.”

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gglitch1dd · 26 days

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Does Izuku have a breeding kink and if so would it act up while Reader is pregnant?

Honey, respectfully... who the hell do you think you're talking to? OF COURSE HE HAS A BREEDING KINK. You're looking at the queen of breeding kinks and the mha boys.

Marshmallows

Husband Midoriya Izuku x Wifey Reader

"Now suddenly, everything is my fault!" Your husband joked motioning to himself making all his friends laugh.

Sato shook his head with an understanding laugh. "If she can't reach the top shelf? If she can't tie her shoes? If she can't get out of bed, guess who's fault it is?"

"Mine." Izuku motioned to himself.

Sero shook his head with a sigh, rubbing his eyebrows. "Mina will find anything I do a problem! I breathe and she's angry at me."

"Who started this baby wave in the first place?" Denki asked with a loud laugh.

Izuku looked to Sato with a pointed look. "It all started with Rikkido-"

"No, no, no Izuku." Sato started with a laugh as he looked to the greenhaired man. He pointed a finger to the man beside him with the hand that had his cola. "You and YN said you wanted to start trying and then Pony suddenly wanted a baby too."

"Yah but you guys got pregnant first." Izuku counted. "It was you, then me, then Tenya, then Hanta and Shoto and then somewhere on the way Kacchan and Eijiro hopped on board with their surrogate mothers." He motioned to the couple in front of him.

"When are you going on leave?" Sero asked, motioning to Izuku.

Izuku leaned back with a cider in hand. "As soon as YN goes into labor." He spoke factually.

"Seriously!?" Tenya asked in surprise, shifting his glasses up.

Izuku nodded his head. "I want every second with my wife and son." He tells all of them. "The commission has permitted me up to five months of paternity leave, regardless if I start it before or after the birth." He expressed.

Katsuki scoffed as he leaned back in his seat. "I'm only taking three months off." He stated.

Eijiro turned to him with furrowed eyebrows. "I thought we both agreed we'd take the eight months off considering we're having two within the space of five months." Eijiro said with a tilted head, not remembering Katsuki saying that to him.

Katsuki rolled his eyes. "I can't take off all that time Eijiro, think of the ratings, especially with Deku off. I'll be off for our son's birth."

"But what about our daughter?"

"Your daughter will have you." Katsuki motioned to Eijiro. "So it will be fine."

"Izuku!" Waddling over to the table of men that were sitting outside was you. You held a hand to your heavily pregnant stomach.

Izuku stood up and walked over to you. You looked absolutely radiant in his eyes. You stood in a green maternity dress, your breast having grown with milk and looked so tempting. Izuku thought you looked absolutely gorgeous, heavy with his son inside of you.

He put a hand to your stomach as he placed a kiss to the side of your head. "Hello love."

"I need your help. None of us can reach the marshmallows." You told him with a pout.

At the sound of the request, the men laughed. At the sound of their laughter you pouted as you moved to look at Izuku. Izuku raised his hands in innocence as he laughed as well, moving to stir you in the direction back inside your house.

You hummed in displeasure. "I don't see what's so funny." You let out clearly upset (due to hormones).

Izuku chuckled. "It's nothing my love. We were just joking." He informed you.

You waddled past the other wives that were in the sitting room together, going straight to the walk in pantry. You motioned up to the top shelf with a frown. Izuku laughed as sitting there idly was a packet of marshmallows.

Without even going on the tips of his toes he grabbed the marshmallow packet, however the next thing he turned around he saw you pushing him against the shelfs. His green eyes widened in shock at the occasion but at the sight of you unbuckling his belt he couldn't say he wasn't surprised. He chuckled.

You let out a needy whine. "Quickly." You whispered.

Izuku chuckled as he quickly moved the both of you. He flipped you around, allowing you to be against the shelves, putting your hands on the shelves. Izuku flipped over your dress, moving to take out his cock. He shook his head as he saw your gleaming wet pussy aching and twitching. "I thought I told you to wear panties today." His voice came out low as he moved to spread your lips.

A squeal left your mouth as you whimpered. You looked back at him half wishing he would just shove his cock in you already. "I know. I know, I'm sorry. I couldn't help it."

Izuku watched as a small bit of cum started to leak out of your cunt from earlier. He hummed before pushing the fat head of his cock inside of you. He quickly covered your mouth as your eyes rolled back, your hips stuttering.

He shook his head. "Such a little slut, coming just with the tip inside." He moved his hands to your hips, knowing that you were supporting yourself well enough. He looked down at the way your cunt gripped his cock. He groaned as he pushed deeper inside your tight pussy. Without hesitation, he moved his hips, slamming into you.

It felt so good. So good that you couldn't help but whine into the palm of his hand as he fucked you hard against the shelves. You had been aching for him since this morning from the morning sex you part took in. You gripped onto the shelves hard, your eyes looking up to the ceiling as you felt him hit that spot inside you with every thrust.

Izuku let out a low growl as he fucked you fast and hard, feeling your pussy milk his cock as he did so. "You had to go on and wear this fucking dress, huh? Busy trying to show off your body in front of all our friends, knowing it would get me pent up."

He cussed out as he moved his hand off your hips and grabbing your thigh. He spread your legs, lifting your right leg up and to the side to hook onto the shelf. Another hard thrust made you shout, muffled by his hand as he felt you cream against his cock.

He let out a low groan at the feeling of your velvety cunt. "You look so good, darling. So fucking good, carrying my child inside you. Is that why you didn't wear panties even with our friends around?" He asked as he leaned closer to your ear. A smirk was on his lips as he did so. "You knew I'd wanna stuff your pretty little cunny full again like I did this morning. Do you like the feeling of my cum dripping out of you while you chat pretty with your friends? My pretty little cumdrunk wife who can't even spend three hours without begging for a nice good fucking." Izuku let out a low curse.

He wasn't going to last long at this rate and he had to get you back to your friends and him back outside before things got suspicious. '

"It's a good thing I've got you pregnant and barefoot, honey. It's where you belong. Such a good girl." He praised, his thrusts getting faster.

You whined, begging him to cum inside you. It's all you wanted to feel again. Feel his seed deep inside you just like the one that was planted in your womb growing into a sprout. You tried meeting his hips back to match his thrusts but soon your wish was answered as Izuku buried his face in the crook of your neck, coming inside you.

You shivered in ecstasy, barely holding yourself up at this point as your eyes rolled back in pleasure just at the feeling of his spent inside you. You twitched for a moment before sighing, leaning against him.

Izuku took a breath before carefully pulling out from his pocket a set of cotton panties. He pulled out of you slowly before moving to stuff his cock back into his pants. He crouched down, pulling up your new pair, slapping it on you. He pulled down your dress and slapped your ass.

He took out a few packets of marshmallows and chips. He left one packet in front of you to take out once you're ready. He kissed your head. "Don't take too long." Izuku walked out, carrying the bags. "Sorry! We couldn't find the ones you liked Mina but we did find those chips!" He said outloud making sure you heard the excuse he had made up. "Y/N was in tears at not bringing you the ones you were craving."

You tries standing back up straight on shakey legs. You couldn't help but clench at the thought that he had been keeping a set of your underwear in his pocket this entire time because he knew you'd disobey him regardless

-Glitch1d

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justauthoring · 6 days

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jerk [2].

because bakugou katsuki is a jerk but he's also unfortunately your soulmate.

a/n: the LARGELY requested part two! honestly, i'd be willing to write more parts if people wanted :) this part ended up being more about the girls and y/ns friendship but i couldn't help myself - if you guys want some fluff with bakugou for future parts, just let me know!

pairing: bakugou katsuki x f!reader

part one.

“You’re hiding something from us.”

There’s a beat of silence, then another, then another and when finally, you realize you should say something, you blink, sputtering out a barely believable; “no i’m not.”

Mina and Jirou glance at each other, then behind them at the rest of the girls, and you feel a layer of sweat build up when you realize all of your female classmates are here, surrounding you, demanding an answer. And you’ve never really been all that good at lying before, it’s how Bakugou was able to figure out the whole “i’m your soulmate thing” rather quickly and it had only taken him as long as it had because, well, it was Bakugou.

So, to put it bluntly, you’re screwed.

“Come on, Y/N,” Mina laughs, “that wasn’t even remotely believable.”

You know it’s written across your face, your eyes wide and your lips parted and you’re sure you look like quite the picture in that moment surrounded by every single female student in your class, a group of girls you considered your friends but were feeling considerably more like your interrogators in that moment.

But you have to at least try.

“I’m not hiding anything,” you repeat, this time taking special care to make sure your voice is even and somewhat believable. “I’m just… tired. It’s been throwing my balance off. Sorry guys.”

You really are because you have been weird recently and you were hiding things (even if you were desperate for them not to know that) so the sincerity was there and it seems to be enough because they all glance at each other, frowning, and you can literally see the determination fade as Momo speaks up first.

“You have been leaving to train a lot,” she agrees with a solemn nod. “It’s no wonder you’re so tired. But you should still try to get some rest, don’t push yourself so hard.”

You let out a breath of relief, trying not to let it show as some of the girls shuffle back to walk away, until—

“Wait, that reminds me!”

It’s Jirou who calls it out and you feel yourself freeze.

“She hasn’t been training!”

Eyes widening, you turn to look at Jirou. She’s grinning your way, her figure pointed in your direction, clearly pleased she’d caught you in your lie.

“Jirou,” Uraraka calls out, confused. “What are you–”

“Two nights ago when she left to go training, I followed her, thinking we could train together… she wasn’t there.”

They gasp. Literally gasp.

“Now that you mention it,” Froppy nods, finger held to her chin in thought. “I haven’t actually seen her in the gym very often… nor does she look particularly like a person who’s just trained when she comes back.”

Their eyes fall on you and you take a step back.

“Y/N—”

And then you just run.

“I can’t believe she just ran!”

“I know!”

“Guys, I’m sure she had her reasons.”

“Who?”

Mina’s lips are left parted at the sound of Kirishima’s voice, all the girls turning to face him in the living room where he’s sat with the rest of the class.

“Y/N,” Mina explains with a huff, falling into the couch dramatically. “She’s been ditching us constantly and always leaving right after we return from class with some excuse. When we tried to ask her about it today, she lied and then when we caught on to her lie, she ran! Literally just bolting down the hallway before we could even blink.”

Kirishima frowns, glancing over to Denki on his left.

“That doesn’t sound like Y/N,” Deku calls out from across the room, head tilted in curiosity. “Especially to lie to you guys.”

“I know!” Mina calls out, throwing her hands up in exasperation.

“Like I said,” Uraraka speaks up, trying to remain calm. “I’m sure she has her reasons. Maybe something’s wrong…”

“You think she could be in danger?” Shoto asks, quirking a brow.

Uraraka shrugs; “I don’t know… I hope not.”

Everyone falls silent, worried expressions plastered on their faces.

“Wait, Kirishima… bro.” Denki calls, reaching to shake Kirishima aggressively, to which the red-haired boy swats his hands away, shaking his head.

“What?”

“Hasn’t Bakubro been disappearing a lot too?”

All the girls straighten out.

Kirishima just shakes his head; “Bakugou is always disappearing. You know he doesn’t like hanging with us a lot.”

“No, Denki’s right,” Sero nods, “even if he isn’t hanging with us, he’s usually in his room or in the gym. Recently, he just completely disappears.”

“I guess you’re right…” Kirishima frowns.

“Wait,” Jirou calls out, “what are you saying? That Bakugou is disappearing with Y/N?”

“That’s crazy,” Mina brushes off. “I’ve never even seen the two talk to each other unless they’re forced to–wait.”

Everyone's eyes snap to hers, wide.

“What?”

“You don’t think… no. It’s not possible.”

“Oh my god,” Denki cries out suddenly, leaning forward with a manic look in his eyes. “Bakubro is hurting Y/N!”

“Wait–”

“No way!” Kirishima calls out, turning to Denki. “Bakugou is a lot of things, but he would never hurt somebody intentionally. Especially not a girl. That’s not manly. Right, Midoriya?”

“Right,” Deku nods confidently, before pausing; “I think?”

“Hey!”

“Guys, no!” Mina cuts in, shaking her hands widely before her. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Okay…” Momo nods, “then what?”

She leans in, pausing for dramatic effect. “He could be… her soulmate!”

There’s silence, then, “no way.”

Mina’s face falls; “why not?”

“Bakugou? Having a soulmate?” Jirou snorts, “I doubt that.”

“Everybody has one!”

“Okay, the odds of him actually caring about his soulmate are slim to none,” Froppy offers in response.

“Yeah,” Deku nods, “I've never once seen Kacchan show interest in his soulmate like… ever.”

Kirishima shakes his head; “even I have to admit that’s so not manly.”

Everyone shuffles around agreements but Mina is quick to argue; “have any of you guys ever seen Bakugou’s soulmate mark?” Slowly, one by one, all glancing at each other, the guys shake their heads. Mina then turns to the girls. “Okay, have any of you ever seen Y/N’s? Cause she’s never shown or told me.”

The girls all shake their heads.

“So how can you really know?” Mina raises a brow, “I mean, Y/N is always so secretive about her mark. She refuses to tell me.”

“Bakugou, we have—”

“Katsuki.”

Coming to a sharp halt, lips left parted, you blink up at Bakugou.

With a grin, Bakugou gently shuts your mouth with a hand to your jaw, laughing lightly; “say Katsuki. That’s my name.”

You can feel your cheeks warm, profusely, and a burst of heat flood through you as you pull yourself from his touch, avoiding his gaze. “Katsuki,” you oblige with a huff and a pout. “We have a problem.”

“Yes?” Bakugou asks, raising a brow your way as he lowers the weight’s he’d been lifting.

“The girls are onto us!”

Bakugou just stares down at you. “What does that mean?”

Exasperated at his obliviousness, you huff, stretching your hands out before you for emphasis as you stare up at him, wide-eyed. “They know I’ve been disappearing after class a lot. I tried to tell them I was training, which I guess we usually are but Jirou caught on to that being a lie too and now they’re onto us!”

Bakugou just blinks. “But what do you mean onto us?”

You let out a cry; “Katsuki! They’re gonna know we’re soulmates!”

“So?”

Pressing a hand to your face, you can’t believe your situation. Not only were the girls onto you, they knew you were lying, which made you feel awful and if they found out that you’d been spending all your time with Bakugou… well that was bound to bring up more questions. Questions you wouldn’t be able to avoid. Questions that would ultimately lead to them finding out Bakugou was your soulmate.

A hand gently reaches for your wrists, pulling your hands away from your face as Bakugou crouches to meet your eyes directly.

“Why is it such a big deal?” He asks gently, an odd tone that you’re still not used to hearing from Bakugou yet. His face remains neutral but there’s patience lingering in his eyes as he waits for you to explain why you’re so upset.

And you do. Your lips part and the words are at the tip of your tongue until, suddenly, you can’t say anything.

Nothing leaves your lips.

“Y/N?”

“I…—”

“You don’t want them to know?”

Blinking, you bite your lip. “It’s not that, it’s just…” But again, you can’t find the words.

“You don’t trust them?”

“Of course I do,” you argue instantly, “they’re my best friends.”

“Okay…” he says slowly, and then his face twists, “are you… embarrassed of me?”

Meeting his gaze, you frown. “...No,” you whisper, and you mean the words.

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I…” Shoulders falling, you frown. “Nothing… I guess.”

“So,” he says, “let them find out!”

Sputtering, you lean back; “it’s not like you’ve told Kirishima or any of the other guys!”

“It’s none of their business,” Bakugou shrugs, letting go of your wrists to set his hand on your head. “But if it makes you feel better, I'll tell them.”

You find yourself silent with disbelief once again, Bakugou’s words echoing in your mind paired with the look in his eyes. Just staring down at you.

Looking at you.

Like you’re his whole world.

“I’m sorry.”

They blink at you.

“I’m sorry about running away yesterday.”

Another blink.

“And I'm sorry I’ve been lying to you guys for the past few weeks.”

Slowly, all the girls glance at each other, trying to gauge the situation, before Uraraka is the first to speak up.

“It’s okay,” she assures with a smile, setting her hand on your shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze. “We appreciate you apologizing. We were just worried.”

“We wanna make sure you’re okay,” Jirou adds, smiling shyly at you.

You take a look at all of their faces, seeing the sincerity staring back at you, before settling on Mina who still has a hint of hurt in her eyes but there’s also hope.

Well, here goes nothing.

“Bakugou’s my soulmate.”

Silence echoes, once again, before.

“What?”

“I knew it!”

“Bakugou!?”

There’s a mix of words, gasps of disbelief and shouts of question thrown out at you as all the girls rush towards you, swarming you, desperate for answers.

You laugh a little at their reaction, and that catches their attention.

“Y/N?” Mina asks, confused.

“I’ve been sneaking off to see him,” you explain to her, meeting her gaze, before letting your gaze drift. “I didn’t say anything because I’m still adjusting to it myself and I still don’t know how to feel about it. But I realized it isn’t fair to lie to you guys like that and that I want you guys to know because you matter so much to me.”

“Y/N…” Uraraka mumbles, tears welling in her eyes.

Her expression mimics many of the other girls before suddenly there’s a body slamming against your own, arms wrapping tightly around your waist as you stumble back, trying to catch your footing.

“Oh. My. God!” Mina screams, you wincing at the sheer volume, as she pulls back, grinning brightly at you. “You have to tell us everything!”

The next morning, you’re sitting at the island in the kitchen eating breakfast, chatting to Mina, Jirou and Kirishima. The rest of the students trickle by, some making breakfast, some in the living room, all in their own conversations, until suddenly it all stops.

It takes you a moment to realize Kirishima, Mina and Jirou are no longer listening to you, head turned to their right and following their gaze, curious, you blink when you realize it’s Bakugou they’re staring at. It’s not like he’s doing anything particularly odd, nothing except for the fact that his gaze is directed on you and he’s heading straight for you and then suddenly, he’s right in front of you.

His gaze drifts from you, to your plate, back to you; “who made you that?”

“Nobody,” you say slowly, still stunned. “I made it.”

He’s grabbing the plate before you can say anything else, pressing a kiss to your forehead that has your cheeks burning before turning and making his way to the fridge.

“I’ll make you something better,” is all he says in explanation.

Your gaze slowly drifts from him to Mina and Jirou who are grinning widely at you, before there’s the shout of;

“Did Bakubro just kiss Y/N?!”

“And offer to make her breakfast!”

“Wait,” Kirishima suddenly calls after Sero and Denki, turning to Mina and Jirou, “why are two grinning!?”

“All the girls are!” Deku exclaims, pointing at Uraraka and Froppy in front of him.

“You guys knew?”

“Of course,” Mina grins, sending a wink Kirishima’s way before shrugging. “Isn’t that right, Bakugou? You and Y/N are soulmates!”

Everyone expects him to ignore her or tell her to shut up, but instead, he pauses in what he’d been doing (cracking an egg for you), turning his head over his shoulders to meet your gaze before smirking.

“That’s right.”

And chaos follows.

Utter and complete chaos.

#mha #mha x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader

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kingkatsuki · 2 months

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— a favour

Deku has a favour to ask of Bakugou, and he hopes you’ll be happy to oblige.

This is pretty much for Kitten idk😂😭

Warnings: 18+.

Word Count: 0.8k.

“You wanna what?” Bakugou sneers as he pushes his mask up onto his forehead, raising a brow. Completely positive that Deku hadn’t just asked him that question, there ain’t no fucking way—

“No, no, no, listen! I’ll pay you— and I just think it’ll be better with you both rather than a stranger.”

“And you think that’s a favour?” Bakugou grunts, “A favour is ‘Can you spot me?’ or ‘Can you give me a lift?’— not can I fuck your girlfriend?”

“No! I don’t want to fuck her—” A blatant lie, “I want to watch—”

“You want me to fuck my girlfriend—” Bakugou sounds on his tongue, as though that would make it make sense, “And you just wanna watch?”

“Um, well yeah.” The tips of Deku’s ears were burning crimson, tinted all the way across his cheeks as he felt his stomach knot.

After he was caught in a drunken fumble with an escort a few months ago, Midoriya had to be more careful about the company he kept. The story only failed to reach the local news outlets and social media thanks to his quick thinking HR team sending out a lengthy NDA, paired with a substantial payoff. Escorts, strangers online and Only Fans were now completely off limits. If the public found out about the Number One Heroes filthy little secret his entire image would be destroyed.

“So why not just go out and fuck a girl?” Bakugou snorts, “There’s gotta be thousands of women ready to get into the Number One’s pants.”

“It’s not just about that,” Deku flushes, trying to avoid Bakugou’s intense fiery gaze, “I like to watch—”

“So watch porn.” Bakugou scoffs, “I’m sure I’ve got plenty of fuckin’ videos on my phone that I can send ya— there’s one where I’ve got her in this posi—”

“No!” Midoriya cut him off, “I mean— I like when people are mean to me.”

Bakugou’s lips curled into a sinful grin at the realisation as he held his phone in his hands, staring down at his former school friend, “You like being degraded huh? You sick freak.”

Midoriya bit back a groan as he felt his pants tighten at the brash tone, his cock pulsing beneath the tough fabric as he shifted from foot to foot.

“And what makes you think she’d even agree to it, hah?” Bakugou knew you were more than comfortable trying out new kinks and experiences in the bedroom with him, just last week you’d filmed a raunchy CNC sex tape after your date plans had been ruined by a torrential downpour. And you were more than happy for him to share some of the moments he filmed with his best friends— But this was inviting another man, a friend, into your most intimate moments together. Nowhere near the same as sending a quick thirty second video of you bouncing on his cock to Kirishima.

“Can you at least ask her?” Midoriya mumbles, “Please?”

“Yeah, sure.” Bakugou itches his nose with the back of his hand, “I’ll tell her what a sick fuckin’ freak you are, Deku.”

Midoriya was certain he could’ve creamed his pants from the condescending lilt to Bakugou’s voice as he grabbed his towel out of his locker, his stomach lurching as he thought about whether this was what his friend was like when he was with you. Watching Bakugou disappear behind the shower stalls as Midoriya finally chanced palming his throbbing cock for a moments relief, wincing when he felt just how wet with pre his boxers were as they stuck to his skin uncomfortably, moulding to his cock as he groaned in satisfaction.

Did Bakugou talk to you like this too? So full of spite and degredation— Did the same thing get you off too? Or was his voice soft and full of praise as he plowed into your sloppy cunt.

“Oi,” Bakugou shouted across the locker room as Midoriya laced his red trainers. He definitely couldn’t shower here, not now. He had to make it home— looking up to see Bakugou standing there with a towel slung low on his hips, a smirk on his face as he held his phone in the air. And Midoriya noticed he was on video chat with you, wondering whether Bakugou was talking to you while he was in the shower— “She said she wants to play your nasty little game, Deku.”

And here Midoriya was, not even forty-eight hours later. Sitting at the foot of your bed while Bakugou split you apart on his cock—

“She didn’t believe me when I told her, you know.” Bakugou sneers, a warm palm cupping your jaw to direct your debauched face to his friends green gaze, “Couldn’t believe that precious little Deku would be such a sick little freak.”

#Bakugou smut #jo thirsts #thirst posts #Bakugou thirst

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earthtooz · 2 years

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thinking about bakugo katsuki, who just wants to prove to you more than anything that he'd be an amazing boyfriend.

it begins with little things.

he tells you if there's something on your face, if there's something in between your teeth that hinders your beautiful smile. he tells you if your tie or uniform is out of place but can never hold back a 'be more careful, idiot' as he helps you fix the stray mistake. he looks away when you laugh at his preciseness. he stops your cup of water from falling over, puts his hands over any hazards that will hurt if you bump into them, all those kinds of small things.

he gives you all of his attention when you directly address him. whether it be a comment, a compliment, or a question, bakugo always gives you 100% of himself as long as you're direct with him.

even if you don't specifically speak to him, he always listens too.

you could be talking to mina about a movie you watched and bakugo will be listening, leaning back in his seat, not even looking in your direction yet his ears are ENGAGED, he's taking in every word you say. he even searches the movie up later.

not that he wants to watch it- bakugo has no time to waste on these things. he's saving it for when he can watch it with you.

he always watches your reactions first whenever in a group. whether it be in class and being told about some exciting projects - internships, camps, whatever, bakugo always keens to gauge how you respond. alternatively, it could be bakugo and kirishima's turn to make dinner (bakugo carries), and the second it is served bakugo's watching intently for your reaction.

(he only agreed to making dinner because kirishima bribed him. how? well, he mentioned your name and bakugo got straight to washing the vegetables.)

his little acts then evolve. he saves seats for you at lunch when you can't make it to the cafeteria in time or when he knows you're too busy that you won't make it in time to get a portion of your favourite lunch, so he buys it for you.

you always thank him for his kindness and begin to repay him but bakugo always rejects it, waving you off. 'don't do it again because i'm not doing this for you again', he mutters and you simply smile because you both know there is a next time.

he grabs your hero suitcase for you, going out of his way to do this for no one else but you. he accepts your pleads for help whenever there's something from the classwork you can't understand, smirking triumphantly at deku and momo - the top students of the class, who are confused at bakugo's sudden smugness.

eventually you get comfortable with him, to the point that physical touch is not a big deal anymore. the first time you take the risk was laying your forehead on his shoulder from fatigue and almost everyone around you gawks at the collected expression bakugo wears.

you had muttered a quick 'sorry' as you lifted your head up but the blond grunts in response, not sure how else to say that it's okay and you can lean on him any time.

denki then tries to do so and almost gets half his hair charred off.

it then evolves to the point that bakugo's known you long enough to have memorised your orders at fast food chains, cafes, boba shops, etc. and he often buys your favourite snacks whenever he visits the local 7/11, and when he delivers them, you give him the brightest smile he's ever seen and the explosive blond knows that the slow decrease in funds of his bank account is totally worth it if it means he gets to make you happy. he often masks his feelings with a 'tch' before storming off.

90% of bakugo's language is insults, but he is mindful to never throw them at you. he doesn't want you to doubt yourself for one second, whether it be your strength, smarts, beauty, etc, he's mindful to exempt you from his 'extras' phrase, because you're probably the only special one to him from everyone in the class.

and he knows you're special because one night, you take him outside the dorms and onto the balcony, asking him out on a date and he almost explodes himself into the air with joy. his cheeks fluster up- so uncharacteristic of him, and he tries to keep up a 'cool guy facade' whilst accepting your offer.

"get ready, cause i'm about to take you out on the date of your fuckin' life."

"wh- bakugo, i was the one who asked!"

"and i'm gonna be the best boyfriend ever, so leave this shit to me!"

thinking about bakugo, who is known to be hard-to-date, unapproachable, unlikeable unless he kept his mouth shut.

thinking about bakugo katsuki, who is absolutely 'the best' boyfriend ever because you have never doubted his love for you for a single second, and he makes sure you never will.

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luvbugs-blog · 1 year

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getting caught with the mha boys

ft. shoto, izuku, sero, and eijiro

getting the smoochies in, then being caught

warnings: not proof read!

Shoto Todoroki

It was an accident, really. You guys had just gotten finished a particularly hard training period, and the two of you had decided to go out on a date. However, you insisted that you had to get changed first because you refused to go out all sweaty. He agreed, and the two of you went your separate ways.

15 minutes had passed, and you had changed into something very cute and comfy. You heard a small knock as you packed your small bag to bring with you.

"Come in!"

Your handsome boyfriend entered the room looking as god-like as ever. He walked up to you and you just melted against him.

"You smell so good, Sho." You look up at him and he blushes.

"Thanks, love. You look so pretty." Next, it was your turn to blush. "I just want to spend the rest of my life with you." He's so romantic.

"Hm, I think that sounds like a wonderful idea." He leans down to give you a little kiss, which you return without hesitation. But that little kiss turns into something more when you wrap your arms around his neck, hands tangled in his hair. He clings to you like it's a sin to ever be parted. All was going well when your childhood friend, Midoryia walked in without knocking to show you whatever new gadget he got. The two of you parted when you heard the door open, but it wasn't quick enough. Midoriya just kept spewing apologies that the two of you had to laugh.

"We'll finish this later," Shoto tells you, before escorting your friend out of your room.

Izuku Midoryia

The two of you were training together one day after school. Throwing punches and kicks at each other, neither of you yielding. Until one kick from Izuku meets the side of face, throwing you to the ground.

He immediately rushes over to you, crouching over you, hands shaking.

"Baby! Oh my god, I'm so sorry, it was an accident and I totally didn't mean to, I'm so sorry, I love you so much, please don't leave me, I love you-,"

"BABE! Chill! This is what happens when two people spar. And I love you too." Apparently, that last thing was too much for him, because he turned a bright red. Before snatching you up in his lap.

"Izuku, what are you- hmph!" He shoved his lips against yours, and you felt wetness on your cheeks.

"Baby, why are you crying?" He sniffed.

"I never want to lose you. I'm so sorry babe."

"You'll never lose me, baby. Promise." You give him a small kiss, and he runs with it. He holds you so close and tight, but you feel so safe with him. You melt into him and kiss him back with the same rigor.

"Shitty Deku, I'm here to spar- AHH!" Izuku springs up. "Kacchan! What are you doing?" He starts to walk toward him, but Bakugo just turned and left.

He turned to you. "Uh oh." You just laugh. That's your weirdo.

Hanta Sero

Cuddled up in his surprisingly comfortable hammock, the two of you were watching Wednesday.

"Jenna Ortega is so pretty," you sigh. Sero holds you closer to him. "You're gorgeous, darling." He kisses the side of your head.

"I never said I was ugly! What are you trying to say to me?" You giggle, trying to push him off of you, but he continued his love assault.

"I," kiss, "love," kiss, "you."

"I love you too, you weirdo." You managed to roll out of the hammock, and he glares at you playfully. You start trying to recreate Wednesday's dance, and he just laughs at you.

"You try to do any better!"

"I won't try. I'll do better."

"Well, them, let me see!"

He wiggled a little bit with his hands above his head and looked like a goof doing it. "Wooooow, how amazing you are."

"Hey! No sarcasm." He tried to do a little spin, but ended up falling onto you.

"You are very good at this dancing thing." He grins at you, but doesn't move. "Uh, are you going to get up?"

"Nope. I find it quite comfortable here." He props himself up on his forearms, and presses a kiss to your lips. You pull your arms over his back and pull him into you. The two of you were really going at it until Denki bursts in, complaining about Bakugo.

Sero pulls off of you and kinda shields you behind his back. But the two of you are still fully clothed... oh well, it was kinda romantic and heroic of him.

"Woaaaah, hey man I'm so sorry. The two of you couldn't even make it to your bed?" Sero shoots his tape at Denki, completely covering his face.

"Sorry, lovebug. What if we continue this in Denki's dorm?"

"That sounds like a great idea, baby." The two of you run out of his room giggling and holding hands. The next day when you see Denki, his eyebrows are gone. As well as the small mustache he was trying to grow. He was not happy.

Eijiro Kirishima

the two of you were chilling in denki's room with the rest of the gang, watching mina and sero frantically try to beat each other in mortal kombat.

"HA! raiden is the worst!" mina squeals as her character lands a punch.

"oh yeah? well," sero pauses, trying to think of a good comeback, "i think kitana is stupid." mina gasps before launching at him, effectively distracting his player before winning.

you giggled, watching your friends make a fool of themselves. but your giggling didn't last long when sero threw mina up off of him, making her land of the end-table by the chairs you and kirishima were sitting on. your coke which had previously been sitting there was now on your shirt and lap. you stand up quickly, but the shirt had already soaked all the way through, becoming a bit see through, which kirishima noticed. he quickly ushered you to denki's bathroom while mina is shouting apologies behind him.

"hey, sweets. are you ok?"

"yes, of course! it was just a little spill." you turn to look at the damage in the mirror, thinking that you will probably need to borrow a shirt from denki's closet. you angle your body a little bit, when your eyes meet kirishima's in the mirror. he blushes a little bit, and you figure out why. the now see-through shirt was showing your bra. you turn and wink at him.

"my night in shining armour!" you giggle, throwing your arms around him. He places a small kiss on your head, on your cheek, and finally on the place you wanted.

you kissed him back with fervor, before backing up and taking the wet shirt off. making a little show out of it, kirishima whistled at your display.

you twirled for him before wrapping your arms back around his neck, and he slid his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. the two of you continued until bakugo starts banging at the door, causing the both of you to jump.

"the two of you extras better get the fuck out so I can take a piss."

"only if I can borrow denki's shirt!" you yelled back, arms still around his neck.

"woah, woah. you can have mine," kirishima says, pulling away to take off his shirt. he throws the shirt at you, and when you are decent he opens the door, flashing his pecs to his friends.

"look how manly I am!"

oh my, you have a very special boyfriend.

author's note: there will be a part two!! including bakugo, denki, hitoshi, iida, and tamaki! stay tuned!

#todoroki shoto x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #hanta sero x reader #sero hanta x reader #kirishima eijirou x reader #eijirou kirishima x reader #mha x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #deku x reader #bakugo x reader #deku midoriya #midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya #mha imagines #mha x you

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tootiecakes234 · 4 months

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Katsuki Comfort

This…. This is exactly why you tried to stay off of social media. Nothing good ever came from it.

Being a pro hero, you and Katsuki’s names were constantly in headlines.

Most of the times on the news, it’s for the great things the both of you do and it’s separate depending on the missions you both go on.

But online is another story. Apparently the general public didn’t think the two of you belonged together. All over fan pages and popular accounts saying how they thought he would look better with Uravity or Deku.

They either said they looked better with him,and seriously what the fuck does that even mean?? Or that he seems to have better chemistry with them.

Seeing it once or twice wouldn’t have killed you, but you’d fallen into a rabbit hole… and now you were spiraling and at some point you started to agree with them.

Maybe someone that looked and acted like you wasn’t good enough for Great Explosion Murder God: Dynamight. Maybe you just didn’t measure.

You weren’t even in the top 20 hero’s like the other two were. So why in the hell was he settling for you? Why is with you if-

“Hey y/n. I’m home. Where the hell are you?”, you heard Katsuki shout from the front door.

You quickly shut your laptop and tossed you phone on the bed. The next thing you know he’s bursting through your room door with a frown on his face.

“What the hell is your problem?”, he asked

“What are you talking about?? You just walked in here. Why do you think I have a problem.”

“Cause usually your ass is like an excited puppy, rushing my ass at the front door and today…. Nothin. So answer my damn question would ya?”

“I’m not a fucking dog Katsuki. I don’t have to be waiting for you and wagging my tail because you came home to me.” You snapped back at him and you immediately regretted it. You were taking your insecurities out on him but they were too much and you were hurting too bad.

When you looked up at him Kats mouth was set in a stern line and he’d crossed his arms. He looked like an unmovable wall. His eyes were locked on you like he was waiting for you to say something else.

But you couldn’t. There was already a lump in your throat and you knew if you started talking, the tears would 100% start flowing.

“You gonna stop acting like damn child and use your fucking words? I got all day to sit here.” There was no malice in his voice. No irritation.

“It’s nothing.” It came out as a murmur as you were getting up and making a swift exit for the bathroom. You didn’t want to be around him right now. Didn’t wanna say anymore hurtful things.

You almost made it too, but of course that freakishly inhuman speed of his caught you off guard yet again.

His hand wrapped around your wrist and spun you back to him.

“Can you please let go of me?” Now it was a whisper. A whisper and the first tear falling.

“ I’ll let you go after you tell me what’s got you this upset. You pissed at me about something? Your period about to start?? What the hell is it?” Asking again but the time his other hand was tilting your chin up to look at him.

The time your eyes made contact with him the dam holding back those tears broke and babe it was not a pretty cry. It was an ugly, blubbering, gross cry.

This isn’t the first breakdown Katsuki has seen you have and he’s gotten pretty good at handling them with you. So he wraps you up is his strong arms and just holds you. He tucks your head under his chin and gently sways back and forth like he’s coddling a small child. His hand is rubbing up and down your back.

Everyone knows Dynamite and a lot of people know the attitude on Bakugo.

But you were the only one who knew how patient and loving Katsuki is. The way he cares for you…. Even when you feel like you don’t deserve it.

Eventually the sobs calm.

“M sorry. I- I d-didn’t mean to get upset with you. I- I just- Are you sure you’re happy with me Katsuki…..am I really enough for you?” You were mumbling into his chest but you were sure he’d heard you with the way his breathing slowed and his arms tightened around you.

“Oh…. Now I get it. You’re not pissed and it’s not your period. You’ve just completely lost your damn mind…”

“I’m not crazy. I’m being serious!” You tried to pull away from. Retreat back into yourself but the man was stubborn and had arms made of steal apparently.

“Look woman I love you. Is that not enough?”

“Well people don’t care about that. You are a top 3 hero. You’re smart and talented and hot. You should be with someone…. Idk… more than me I guess. I’m just scared one day you’re gonna realize you could do a lot better than settling for me.” You said all that with your ear pressed to his chest and the loud thump of his heart in your ear.

“Look, I’m gonna say this once so make sure your ears are open woman.” He pushed you back from him so he could peer into your eyes when he spoke. “I don’t give af what anyone else thinks. You already know that. I love you. You’re a nutcase and you grind my fucking gears to no end, but there ain’t anybody else in the fucking world id be willing to put up with. I don’t like people! And I love you. That’s all you need to know. So cut this I could do better bullshit out…. Doesn’t get any better than you.”

He kept eye contact the entire time. Even when the silent tears started spilling over. He just took his thumb and wiped them away.

“You know what I hate though”

“What?” You sniffled

“I really fucking hate the way you make me say sappy ass shit like this. It’s fuckin embarrassing.” It sounded like he was exasperated but that goofy ass grin was still etched on his face.

A watery smile started pulling at your lips. Your boyfriend was the sweetest jerk.

“ ‘sides. I already got a ring. So ain’t no turning back.”he threw that in there like he was talking about the freakin weather!

He bent down and placed a kiss on your wet lips.

“What ring??!?? You bought a ring!?!”

“Yea so stop your damn “you could do better bullshit”. You’re stuck with me.” And he started walking away towards to bathroom. “And uh- it’d be awesome if ya said yes” as he shut the door to the bathroom closed.

You didn’t know what to do with yourself. You went to the bed and flung yourself on it.

He was gonna propose to you….. he already bought a RING!!!!

You were gonna be Mrs. Bakugo!

I guess you were still giggling to yourself and laying down on your back when he came out of them bathroom.

“Yea I’m convinced you’ve actually lost your mind. Sitting there smiling and laughing like a psycho.”

Before you could get up, his damp form was hovering over you.

“I don’t know if you’re aware, but I gotta thing for crazy chicks.” He has the biggest, sexiest smirk on his face.

“Oh yea… well you’re in luck hot stuff.”

*Ummmmmm… this is sooooo long. But I wanna do a smutty part 2. Cuz he’s nice now but Kats does not take well to you down playing how amazing you are.

Katsuki Masterlist

#imagine #bakugou x reader #mha fanfiction #bakugou drabble #drabble #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo mha #bakugou katsuki #bakugo headcanons #fluff #katsuki fluff #katsuki bakugou x reader #bnha katsuki #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo

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villainsandvictimsalliance · 12 days

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Horikoshi giving hero tropes to the villains is probably my favorite part of bnha.

He presented us with a nervous wreck of a boy at the beginning of the manga. Look, he seemed to say, isn't he creepy? isn't he evil? He met Tomura in his most lanky form. Malnourished, neglected, real dead hands all over his body and blunt nails digging mercilessly in his skin.

Sure, the story paints him as a real villain. He is there to kill kids, after all. He wants to kill the light of the hero society, to spread violence and hatred all around. He's also very very suspicious. You get that feeling that there's more to the story. It's in the way he acts, his desperation. He looks sick. What is he making him so? What is his story?

Tomura is a loser. A failure since the beginning, if you follow the narrative. Characters like Stain, Overhaul and Redestro point it out: Tomura isn't the best strategist per se, they can't understand his reasons to do what he does, there's something wrong with him in villain terms.

That's when the brain starts to pick up the signals and plants the doubt. Many people don't notice it, but something in the story gives away that he is a very special type of villain.

We see him alone in his dark messy room, staring at a screen. We see him drinking alone in a bar as he sits on his misery. Over and over, we see that evil boy and his burdened stance. Only Kurogiri is there. His master only talks to him through some radio. He doesn't mention anyone else. No one else seems to live in that bar but Kurogiri and him.

Back then, when Tomura was all about AFO and All Might and no one else, he felt hollow. Rotten.

We first saw him approach someone for help and some company after the first LOV members were introduced. We meet Toga and Dabi, then Tomura goes to find Deku. Is he still creepy? Yes. Is he still evil? Also. We have Giran talking about Tomura with the fondness you reserve for a spoiled child. The way Kurogiri and Giran talk about it, it's more like Tomura needs to make some friends. He's not used to it, so he's being rude to them.

He's a chosen one reluctant to make friends, since he's used to doing things on his own— or at least with people he didn't care about. Next time we see him, his telling Kurogiri that he doesn't want them to die, he wouldn't sacrifice them for a goal and he actually wants them to succeed. He talks like a leader, he considers them important.

When they show us the LOV around Tomura as he talks to a kidnapped Bakugo, there's something in there already. How they worry when Bakugo hits Tomura and knocks the hand out of his face. They humanize Tomura, which is a lot to say when AFO did everything he could to dehumanize him. They make Tomura be more mature, more responsible and more capable. While AFO paints Tomura as a foolish child that cannot get things right until he's guided there, the LOV trusts Tomura to take care of himself and guide them.

That's when the hero tropes with villains started.

A quick list from the top of my head:

Twice overcame his trauma mid-battle in order to save Toga and then the LOV.

Tomura was tempted by Overhaul to betray the LOV in exchange for power. He pretended to agree, only to backstab Overhaul because Tomura would never forgive those who hurt his friends and would never betray the LOV.

Magne went to attack Overhaul for offending her and her friends, defending their ideals and their right to exist 'til death.

Mr. Compress took the leading role in many dangerous situations to assure that the LOV would get their win, but also to assure they'd make it out alive.

Tomura would forgive people not on his behalf, but for the benefit of the LOV.

Giran refused to sell any info about the LOV and laughed in his captors face because he was not so important to them. Turns out he was bluffing about it being all business, since we know from Twice's flashback that he did it also for the fondness he felt towards the LOV and the LOV went there to rescue him.

The LOV rushing through a battlefield the size of a city while desperately trying to find a way to save Tomura.

Twice and Mr. Compress refusing to leave Tomura fighting Gigantomachia alone and taking the burden of his training with him.

Dabi doing all he could to save Twice and snapping when he realized Twice was dead.

Mr. Compress worried about Toga and her solo mission.

Spinner telling Toga that she needs to come back safe and sound to them.

Tomura refusing to die or give up while the LOV still needs him (to be a hero).

Twice already dead and still moving because he needed to save Toga.

The entire LOV refusing to even consider defeat because they blindly believe that there is no way Tomura can lose.

And there's so much more...

The LOV made Tomura act heroic. They gave him a reason to want to save and protect, instead of just wanting to destroy.

The power of friendship but for evil.

Isn't it the best thing ever?

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #league of villains #lov #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #shigaraki tomura #tenko shimura

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quitesins · 2 years

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Calling them bro after you start dating

Masterlist

Katsuki | Shouto | Izuku | Eijirou

Tags: SFW, but suggestive, Fem!Reader, Crack? Fluff, Comedy, kinda ooc, Characters are all aged up, Deku’s is a lot more suggestive. The tense on this is all over the place, I’ll fix once I have the brain power to do so

Bakugou Katsuki

Even before you were dating it sort of ticked him off- being called bro by you- so after you start dating, does it drive him MAD!

“Stop that shit.”

You’re too used to his huffy behaviour so you pay it no mind, just rolling your eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me.” He glares, albeit not harshly.

His stare lingers and you find yourself finally caving and asking what’s wrong. “Bro what?”

“That.” He points at you, looking dramatically offended. “Calling me bro? I’m your Boyfriend.”

The realisation that it’s being called ‘bro’ that had Bakugou acting all pouty, has you choking back a laugh.

“Katsuki, bro, is that it?” You sputter through the giggles.

“Oh fuck off [Name].” It isn’t angry sounding and he takes a seat by you, almost cuddling. “What if I started calling you extra, Hah?”

“You used to!” You poke him and he shoots you yet another glare. “‘Fucking extra, go out with me’ if I recall correct.”

Then he’s groaning and turning his head, sporting an evident blush. “I thought we agreed to not talk about that again.”

“What, I said yes didn’t I?” You go to cup his cheeks so he faces you. You then push yourself to his lap, seating yourself comfortably “And here I am, in your arms, 5 years later.” His frown had started to soften, but like the menace you are, you couldn’t help but tease a little more. “Bro.”

This time he rolls his eyes, smitten enough to let you tease. “You’re the fuckin’ worst, ya’ know that?” His words mean nothing with how gentle they leave him.

“I know.” You grin, pecking him on the lips. “But you love me anyways.”

He returns your kisses almost instinctively, then sighs out a soft. “Yeah… I do.”

“But actually stop calling me bro, next time I’ll kick your ass.”

“Kats’!! You’re so mean!!”

Todoroki Shouto

Thinks he’s in the bro zone.

Although he’s not unaware of the feelings of those around him by any means, he can be a little ignorant to nuances of speech, taking things too literally at times. So when you refer to him as bro, oh he assumes the worst.

To be fair it isn’t just on him, you’re just as bad calling your crush bro. What did you expect.

It takes multiple hurdles, an abundance of google searches along the lines of “Does my crush like me back?” or “How to tell if a woman is interested you.” Unbelievably useless advice from resident-playboy Denki, and a more than awkward conversation with his father, for Shouto to actually find himself in a relationship with you.

So when you call him bro even after you start dating, oh god is he even more confused.

“[Name], Do you see me as a brother figure?”

The question is out of the blue and you can only stutter out a “What?”

“You keep calling me bro, even ‘broski’ once.” He prompts.

You hadn’t even noticed that, and it’s a little embarrassing to finally realise; you very much have been calling your crush-now-boyfriend ‘bro’ for years.

“Oh god, it’s just habit.” You insist. “I don’t see you as a brother, no.”

He doesn’t respond immediately, seemingly in thought.

When he does reply though, his words are a little stuttered. “You call- Katsuki and Izuku ‘bro’ too…”

You’re not sure why that matters until it clicks, he wants to be called something special.

“Would you like it if I called you something else, how about love? I think pretty suits you too.”

It’s not often you see Shouto flustered- confused maybe- but hardly bordering shy. Instead he’s one to be blunt and direct, sometimes even shameless. But now he sways, warm in the face, nodding his head and whispering out gently. “Yes. I’d like that.”

Midoriya Izuku

It’s not even you that gets to him, it’s Bakugou.

Laughing about “She calls you bro?? You fuckin’ nerd, bro-zoned by your own girl!”

Izuku knows it’s just habit and you see him as your man, more than knows mind you.

But he’s never been immune to Bakugou’s torments so it does keep him on high alert, taking note of the multiple times you call him bro.

When you’re leaving the house, it’s a “See you bro.” When you return, it’s a damn kiss alongside “I’m back bro.” Even when you go to say those three special words, it’s somehow tainted by being followed by “bro.”

Izuku doesn’t get mad often, but it’s really starting to agitate him hearing you call for him so casually.

“Okay, no more.” He one day stands up without any warning. Practically stomps over and tackles you to the ground.

It’s a tumble of laughter but one look at Izuku and you know you’re fucked.

His eyes are dark, his expression stern. It’s a look you hardly see on him, being so doting all the time. But it’s one you certainly don’t mind.

“You’ve gone far enough.” His voice is deep, almost rough, you can feel it on your skin. “I think we should just remind you what I’m really called…”

Kirishima Eijirou

Doesn’t notice the difference. And it’s probably because he calls you bro.

Everyone is a bro to him, all his crushes growing up were bros [and he wonders why none of them worked out] even his own Mother is a bro.

However draws the line during sexy times.

He’s kissing your neck, clearly initiating a little time away from work, while you type away at your desk.

“Ah come on bro, not now.”

He quite animatedly deflates, literally sinking with a frown.

“You ruin my fun.” He speaks, pout on his face.

“Sorry Bro, just a lil’ more paragraphs and I’m all yours.” You turn and give him a quick peck.

“No- It’s not that- you just.” He really is a sweetheart who would never be upset by being turned down. “Stop calling me bro.”

“Oh.” You almost laugh. “But you do it all the time.”

“Not while kissing you!!” Kirishima insists.

“Broooo.” You let out a dramatic sigh, paired with a smirk that Kirishima catches on to. He frowns.

“That’s it. I’m banning the word.” Kirishima stands up, determined. “Neither of us can use it anymore.”

You raise an eyebrow in his direction, amused by his new found commitment. He takes no mind to your lack of belief and remains dead set on his new pledge.

Doesn’t last a day.

Gets a call from Bakugou and picks up with “What’s up bro.”

As if he already expects you to be there laughing at his mistake, he shoots his head round and makes direct eye contact with you.

“Told ya’ you couldn’t do it-” You both stare each other down, silently daring the other to say another word. You take on the dare with a brilliant grin. “Bro!”

This is a very me thing to call everyone bro/brother or broski… anyways, clearing out my drafts and found this, I don’t particularly like each part but it did make me laugh a lil so hey! Why not post lol.

#fanfic #x reader #fanfiction #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #Todoroki x reader #shouto x reader #deku x reader #izuku x reader #Midoriya x reader #shoto x reader #mha headcanons #bnha x fem!reader #bnha x reader #mha imagines

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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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nezuscribe · 2 years

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i think that there’s something different about bakugo and how he ages. and by that i mean he ages really well. like really well.

he’s not somebody that likes to stick his head into social media unless he absolutely has to, but he’s defiantly seen the comments from people staring how they’ve never been happier that he divorced (he agrees) and that he’s back to dating (he’s not really, but he’ll indulge them). it’s funny too because his friends don’t seem to be getting the same amount of attention they got when they were in their twenties, but it seems that it never changed for bakugo. in fact, the added scars and muscle seemed to have just helped his image. deku would grumble every now and then, but it didn’t change anything that bakugo was still easy on the eyes.

and sure he could pretend that the word dilf hasn’t passed his ear once or twice but he tries to hide the redness of his cheeks as he tries to shove it all down.

so when he’s on patrol one night and he hears a childlike scream, it’s not only his hero sense that goes off but his dad sense as well.

so he’s sprinting as fast as he can, trying to track down the sound when he bumps into a figure at the round of the corner. he hears a muted groan as they fall to the ground from his impact, and he winces as he tries to help them back up.

“watch it!” the voice yells, massaging their forehead as they try to get a better look at him.

“sorry…ya’ hurt anywhere? need me to take’ya to a hospital?” he’s much better with people than he was back then, but he can still hear the awkward tilt in his voice. he gives you an apologetic wince as you roll your eyes, still not able to see him fully in the dim light.

“no, i just fell. i’m fine,” you touch the sensitive skin as you groan at the pain, already feeling something form, “damn, that hurts.”

“sorry, really,” he says, but still trying to look around you for who had just screamed, “but, by any chance, ‘ya hear who screamed?” and he can just tell your glare burning into the side of your face.

“yeah,” you fidget with your sleeve in annoyance, “me.”

“not now,” he wants to say sarcastically, but he can’t because he’s a public figure and he has to control that urge, “couple minutes ago.”

he hears you snort, looking back into the neighborhood as you nod again.

“yeah, still me.”

he pauses, scratching his head as he tried to math that sound to your voice. it could have matched?

“why….why’d you scream? you okay?” he sounds so stupid, towering over you but acting like an idiot as you roll your eyes.

“cause a fuckin’ bug flew into my face.”

he nods in understanding, now feeling bad that he not only knocked you down but did it after you were so viciously attacked.

there’s a silent beat as the two of you have nothing to say, and he almost wants to just jog off.

“you owe me.” you say, kicking a pebble around as he can feel his brows furrow in confusion.

“for what?” his voice is gruff, but even you can tell that without needing to see him he’s good looking.

“knocking me over and giving me a bruise,” your arms cross, “i want compensation. or i can do the same to you.”

he groans, squeezing his eyes shut as he tries to imagine anyway else his night could have ended. all he wanted to do was go home early and spend some time with his daughter but he got himself caught up in this.

“can take you to a hospital, like i offered.”

you shake your head, looking around as you track down a small shop down the corner of the road.

“that bakery’s closed,” you point over to a small building with purple fringes, its lights off as he tracks what you’re motioning to him, “it opens at four everyday and it always runs out of shit at six. get me one of their croissants.”

he almost wants to say ‘or else….’ but you beat him to it before he could even mutter the words.

“or else you can stand over there and i’ll ram into you.”

and he won’t lie, even though both of your ultimatums were terrible at least he could crack a grin at the last one. and anyways, he was battered and bruised from the villain he fought the afternoon and was in no mood ready to be speared so close to finishing his patrol.

“fuckin’ hell,” he murmurs, digging his phone out of his pocket as he unlocks it, going to his contacts app as he outreaches it to you, “put your number in.”

“why?”

“so i can call you to give you you’re fuckin’ croissant tomorrow.”

your eyes comically widen, not believing it was that easy to bribe somebody to get you the one thing you’ve been wanting the past few weeks. you graciously take it as you jam your number in, putting your name after.

when you pass it back to him, the light of the screen luminaries his face and you gasp, feeling your heart drop to your ass when you realize who it actually is. here you can see the infamous red eyes, wheat colored hair freckled with gray as he looks over your name.

“cute name.” he grunts, muttering your it under his breath so that he doesn’t forget it. he even gives you a little wink as he walks away, almost gracing your shoulder as you stand there motionless.

a couple minutes your phone buzzes with a text, and you whip it out to see who it was. even if it said unknown you had a guess who it was seeing his first text.

unknown: forgot but i got playdate duties tmr so can’t pick ur shit up

and then another one came in

unknown: get some good clothes for tmr night and i can fly you over to get some

your lips pout slightly as you try to decipher what the hero was trying to get at, texting back a confused where as you try to pretend that your cheeks weren’t heating up because of this all. it was surely out of the blue, nothing you would have expected from shrieking because of an insect, but even more so was what he sent next.

unknown: place in france i heard is good

unknown: thought u wanted croissants?

#bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki fluff #bakugo drabble #bakugou headcanons #bakugo fluff #bakugo x reader fluff

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sttm99 · 1 month

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Trigger warnings: Alcohol consumption, swearing, recreational drug use, very suggestive, slight voyeur and exhibitionism.

Characters: Bakugo and Shinsou x reader.

"Yo, we got space for an extra?" Sero pops his head into Bakugo's room, holding up his phone to his ear.

"For what?" Bakugo's hunched over his desk, trying to get in some last minutes reading done before he has to start getting ready.

"The car." Sero replies, speaking faster, growing slightly impatient. "Is there space for an extra person?" He asks again.

"S'long as it's not fucking deku or icyhot." The blonde spits out, brows furrowing as he shuts the book close and turns in his seat to face Sero. "Why are you asking? Who do you wanna bring?"

Sero speaks into the phone for a moment before answering. "Oh, just one of my friends. You don't know them."

Bakugo raises a brow.

Sero laughs, "She's cool. Don't worry about it." And best quickly leaving before Bakugo can say anything about it again.

He just rolls his eyes, grumbling about the door as he stands and heads to his wardrobe to start getting ready.

"Yeah, just make a right here," Sero directs from the passenger seat, eyes flitting between the Google Map opened on his phone and the row of houses outside.

"Which house is it?" Bakugo asks with narrowed eyes, looking out through the dashboard.

It was bad enough that he'd agreed to make a detour to pick up this Sero's friend. He wasn't in the mood to wait for her, too.

"Yeah, YN." Sero speaks into his phone, still squinting and looking outside as Bakugo drives slowly through the neighbourhood. "Yeah, we're here. Come out. It's a black Ford."

Uraraka leans forward from the backseat. "It's YN?"

Sero turns back to look at her. "You know her?"

Tsuyu speaks. "She's Mina's friend. Apparently, she went to school with her and Kiri."

Sero nods, "Yeah, I met her through Eijiro."

Bakugo rolls his eyes and groans. "Well where the fuck is she?"

But before he can pop a fuse, Sero taps his shoulder and directs him to a house just a few ways down, a figure just opening the door.

"Yeah, that's her."

"Finally," Bakugo rolls his eyes and groans, driving forward.

"Shut up, dude, you didn't even wait three minutes."

Bakugo catches sight of you as you approach the car through his side, and he decides that you're sexy. Glossy hair and giggly features and your cleavage practically glowing in the streetlight.

He quickly unlocks the door, and you open it, Uraraka shifting to the other door as you slide in next to Tsuyu.

Sero's turning in his seat to grin at you. "You look good." He praises.

Bakugo watches you through the rearview mirror.

"As always," you tease back before turning to the girls next to you. "Hi," you greet out enthusiastically. "I'm YN. Thank you, really, for the ride."

Uraraka grins, "It's nice to meet you. I'm O-"

"Oh, I know you two." You laugh softly. "Mina posts you guys a lot. You're on her story like every other week." You lean forward in the seat to look at Bakugo. "Hi. Thanks for the ride."

He nods once. "Yeah, sure. No problem." He mumbles as he changes gears and begins driving out of your neighbourhood.

"You didn't throw a tantrum," Sero laughs, nudging Bakugo's shoulder before turning back to you. "That means you're sexy." He tells you.

You roll your eyes and settle back in the seat. Then you perk up. "Oh, right, I forgot." You say as you reach into your bag. "I got this for you. You know Monoma always buys the worst drinks." You snort and pass a can of some drink to Sero.

"Oh, sweet!" He says with a wide grin as he immediately opens it up and begins chugging it down. Then he's wiping the excess off his mouth. "You're always on point with the alcohol." He teases.

You laugh, bringing out a can for yourself and flicking it open. "Can't do anything other than drink, so..." you shrug.

Bakugo raises a brow at you. "No weed?"

You shake your head as you take a few sips of your drink, then offer to Tsuyu and Uraraka. The latter takes it. "No weed. It's just never been my thing."

He hums. And you all fall into silence as he drives.

The number of UA students you're friends with is surprising. Bakugo watches as you drift around the place, sharing a shot with someone and greeting another.

It's even crazier when he ends up with you and some others in a locked room on the first floor, away from the loud music and too drunk party goers.

He's sat by the desk at the edge of the room, Sero atop the table next to him, laughing and grinning as you all engage in some stupid drinking game.

You're on the bed, your body hanging lazily over Setsuna next to you. The girl in question I'd practically a goner, eyes drooping shut and checks deeply flushed from all the alcohol she'd taken.

And then there's Shinsou at the edge of the bed, fiddling with the lighter at the end of his blunt, brows furrowed in concentration.

"Okay, so..." Sero says, leaning his elbows on his knees as a sly grin takes over his features. "Games aside, YN. Time for you to do your thing."

You chuckle. Bakugo raises his brow.

"That's right," Shinsou perks up, turning to face you with a grin and his rolled up blunt balanced on his lips. "I've heard about you."

It has you grinning and coyly batting your lashes at him. "Aww. I feel famous now."

"Your thing?" Bakugo asks, sitting up in his chair as he looks at you closely.

Setsuna giggles, slowly slumping unto the bed, "Her quirk. They love it."

Sero snorts as he hops off the table. "And I've not had it in a while."

Shinsou sits forward, putting Setsuna's legs on his thighs as he gets closer to you. "Mhmm... I've not had it at all."

But Bakugo's still furrowing his brows, feeling out-of-the-loop, being the only one that doesn't know what this quirk of yours is.

And yoy notice his confusion, and lean back on the bed now that Setsuna is practically passed out, your head at the edge of the frame as you stare up at him upside down. "It's a sense manipulation quirk," you drawl out, your words slurred from the alcohol. "I can enhance or reduce your sense of everything."

Bakugo hums as he finds himself staring, and it has goosebumps rising on your arms and a familiar tingling feeling pooling at the bottom of your belly. You lick at your drying lips as you stare back at him.

"Sero likes getting off with it." You giggle as you sit back up, feeling yourself getting dizzy from the blood flow to your head. But as soon as you're seated upright, you're turning to face Bakugo. "Wanna see?"

"Hey, no fair," Sero pouts as he sits next to you, palm on your chin, softly turning your head to face him instead. "I asked first."

"And I did second." Shinsou says, his hand coming to rest on your thigh.

But you roll your eyes at them, playfully swatting Monoma's hand away from your leg with a giggle. "I wanna do Bakugo first, and you can go second. He needs to let loose more than you two," you look back at Bakugo invitingly.

"Alright. Let's see this sense quirk." He mumbles as he stands from the chair, walking over to you.

You giggle, making space for Bakugo to sit in front of you.

"Okay, so relax, yeah?" You whisper as you rise to your knees, putting them on either side of Bakugo's hips as he sits at the edge of the bed. "Everything's gonna feel far."

He hums, nods once, and then rolls his shoulders, leaning back into your chest. You look down at him, almost forgetting Sero and Shinsou right next to you. You're too focused on Bakugo, his resting mean face, the slight weight of him as he rests his back against you.

You let your palms snake up his arms to his shoulders, not to intensify the effects of your quirk but because you'd wanted to touch his biceps since you'd gotten into the car.

You close your eyes and breathe out softly, causing a shiver to run down his spine before you press the tips of his fingers to his pulse points and you hum.

And you're right, Bakugo thinks, everything suddenly feels so far....

His eyes are open, but it feels like he's dreaming, sounds are muffled, he can't smell much. His tongue like lead in his mouth and it feels like he's drowning.

It feels so good.

Like some high he's never reached before. He leans back even more against you, eyes half lidded and lips parted as he tries to look around.

"Fuckin' mental."

"I swear he's gonna bust a nut."

"Will you two shut the fuck up?"

Your voices are muffled, like there's cotton in his ears, and all he can do is feel.

He can still feel your hands on his neck.

He can feel as they dip forward into his shirt from above.

He can feel the heat of your breath on his neck as you lean closer and the press of your breasts on his back.

"I can choose which senses to increase or decrease," he hears you whisper. But it's so muffled, so unclear.

Bakugo doesn't even hear when his breath becomes shallow as your hands keep running over his chest. He doesn't realise he's softly groaning at your touch.

"Fuucck-" He growls low, letting his head fall back unto your shoulder. Your fingers are running over his nipples know.

You're giggling softly behind him as one of your hands begins snaking up to his jaw.

"What confuses me though is the tongue sometimes," You're purring in his eat and he can feel his cock beginning to harden and twitch.

"I'm diminishing your taste, but increasing your touch. So..." Your index and your middle fingers are on his lips, pushing past his mouth and pressing flat against his tongue.

"You should feel this even more, shouldn't you?"

He wants to respond, to tell you 'yes'. He can feel the press of your fingers, can feel it so intensely, your other hand that's travelling down his stomach, he can feel that too, he can feel you thumbing at his V-line.

He groans around your fingers, hoarse and guttural, before he's gathering all the strength he has to raise a hand to your wrist, letting his tongue circle your fingers once before he's pulling them out of his mouth and turning his neck to you so he can harshly press his lips to your own.

And just as he expected, it's enhanced. Your mouth on his has him groaning, his dick spurring up. It's even hotter once you begin to reciprocate, pushing your tongue into his mouth as you kiss him.

He can feel a dip in the bed, one of the boys inching closer to see more. It's Shinsou, uncharacteristically eager, his blunt discarded somewhere as he leans forward to get a better look at you.

Bakugo thinks you lose control of your quirk for a moment because everything hits him suddenly; the smell of your perfume, the sound of your moaning, everything. It hits him like a truck, and he flinches harshly, pulling away from you.

And as his lips are no longer on yours, Shinsou's replacing him, the purple haired boy's hands are on your waist, his mouth practically devouring yours as you groan and mewl into his mouth.

You giggle softly as you pull away slowly, turning to look at Bakugo, "Oops," you shrug with a smirk, your hands playing with the hem of Shinsou's shirt. "Should have warned you about that."

Shinsou laughs too, "You look fucking wrecked." He murmurs out to Bakugo, his palms rubbing at your lower stomach under your shirt.

And Bakugo's sure he does. His cheeks are hot, pupils blown, and he can feel your saliva on his lips. That kiss he had with you, your fingers all over his body, in his mouth-

Fuck.

"You're sweet, too." You mumble as you suck on your fingers, the ones that had just been in his mouth. Your eyes never leave him, and he watches you suckle your fingers gently.

But then Shinsou's bringing his lips to your neck. "Hey. It's my turn, right, pretty girl?" He whispers into your ear, his voice soft and low, large hands rubbing up your arms, coming to cup your breasts gently.

You grin, "Hmmm, come here." You whisper to him, arching your back and pressing forward into his touch.

It fuels a soft jealousy in Bakugo, watching Shinsou's hands rub up your body softly.

"Freaks," Sero snorts under his breath as he watches the three of you.

But you roll your eyes. "Just admit you're jealous, Hanta."

He scoffs as he stands. "Well, obviously. I thought I was gonna get fucked here." He hums as he makes to the desk, taking a seat. "Though I guess I don't mind watching."

"Oh?" You grin at him. "Didn't think you were into that."

Sero laughs lowly, shaking his head and manspreading back on the chair, showing off the forming tent in his trousers, "Well? Shinsou's getting impatient, and Bakugo's jealous. It's a whole show at this point."

Bakugo grunts. "I'm not fucking jealous."

Shinsou replies this time. "Sure you're not." He says sarcastically, burying his lips into your neck, his hands going under your shirt. "Though I don't get why. 'M not stopping you from touching her too, am I?"

Bakugo looks at you getting groped and kissed by his classmate, his eyes roaming your body before coming up to your face, looking at you expectantly.

You giggle softly, stretching an arm out to him. "Come on. Let's teach you to share."

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gglitch1dd · 24 days

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Our Type of Marriage

Husband Midoriya Izuku x Wifey Reader

Context: Your boys have always wondered why you and Izuku had such different roles in the home, so you decide to try and explain it

A/N: Someone asked me why reader is a housewife and how come she takes on a more submissive role in their marriage. A reminder that submission isn't taken it is earned, which Izuku has earned.

Warning: Undertones of gender roles, submission and leadership, responsibility and sacrifice

You moved to serve dinner at the table, the boys having set the table and Toshinori brought a pitcher of lemonade to the table. Everyone was seated in their usual spots, with Izuku at the head of the table. You set down Izuku's plate in front of him, the large man looking up at you with an appreciative smile as you sat down at his right hand side.

"Thank you for the meal, my love." Izuku reached over and kissed your cheek before looking at the boys. He led in grace, thanking for the food, before you all dug in.

All but Toshinori and Asahi. Your fifteen year old and twelve year old shared a glance before looking back at you and your husband. Asahi motioned for him to start. Toshinori gave him a look before motioning to you and his father. Both boys started silently bickering amongst themselves.

You paused as you were about to eat a piece of cauliflower. You paused as you looked to Izuku. Izuku glanced over at you before looking at your two eldest boys. You looked to one of your younger boys, Hero, who just gave you a shrug, not knowing what your two eldest sons were arguing about.

You looked back at Izuku. Your husband was mid bite, about to stuff his face full with more of the delicious dinner you had made for him when he saw your look. He set down his chopsticks as he cleared his throat and swallowed. "Toshinori, Asahi." Both boys paused as they turned to look at their father. Izuku raised an eyebrow at the both of them. "What's the problem?"

Asahi cleared his throat and motioned to Toshinori. Toshinori looked to the both of you. "Mom... dad..." he started. "Asahi has something to tell you."

Asahi shoved his brother with a glare. "Dude!"

"No shoving at the table." You let out calmly as you looked over to your three year old, Koda, who was trying to stab vegetables with his spork.

Asahi sighed as he adjusted his glasses. "We wanted to ask you both something." He started. "Why do you both do what you do?"

"That's not-" Toshinori shook his head before turning to the both of you. "Why's mom a housewife?" He asked.

You both paused before looking at your husband who stared back at you. You looked back at the boys. "Because I can..." You let out not entirely sure how to answer them regarding their question.

"Why is dad the only one that works?"

"Cause I do..." Your husband answered with a mouth filled with food already.

Toshinori then turned to look at you. "And why is it always dad that discplines us and not mom?"

"Yah!" Asahi agrees with a nod. "And why does mom always wait for your approval on things?"

"Why does dad start meals?"

"Why does mom-"

Both you and your husband glanced at each other before looking back at the boys. Their questions were all things that you had not yet told them or explained to them yet. It was all silent rules in the house that you all abided by.

You looked to your husband silently. Izuku let out a breath, putting down his chopsticks once more (upset that he can't just eat his dinner in peace). He put his hands together as he thought of an answer. "Your mother and I just agreed on what's best for us." He started. "We wanted something that would work for the both of us and for all of you sprouts, so we settled on that and it's worked."

You gave the boys a kind smile. "I do work for the Deku foundation remember, so it isn't like I don't have anything to do."

"Yah but you don't do that for money." Asahi stated as he leaned on against his arm for a moment. "You do that because you're prohero Deku's wife."

"It's important charity work that funds the schooling of over two hundred kids, Asahi." You reminded him. "It also help provides free meals and a place to sleep for people who can't afford it."

Toshinori was silent for a moment before his eyebrows furrowed.

"But... why?" Asahi asked with a tilted expression. "Why don't you do more? Dad works everyday and we sometimes barely see him but you're always here at home? How come you don't do as much as dad?" At the question you stilled, not knowing how exactly to answer such a question.

Your husband frowned as he looked to his second eldest. "Asahi." At the tone of his father's voice, the young boy stiffened, dropping his head realising that he might have offended you.

You looked to Izuku, putting a hand to his forearm. "Izuku, he didn't mean it." You said softly.

Your husband eased at the feel of your hand on him but he stayed serious. "Boys, I'd like you to be aware of something." He started as he leaned back in his chair. "Your mother does a lot more for this family than I could ever live up to. She sacrifices her time and effort for you everyday. Your mother is the one that puts food on this table, that makes sure that you all keep up with your school work, that you all have what you need at the start of the school year, that makes sure that his very house is as beautiful as we know it as. I might be the Number One hero but she's the one who's sacrificed more than I have." Izuku put his hand over your own, holding your hand securely.

You smiled at the gesture before looking at your boys. "Your father and I work on a respect basis. I wouldn't do all the things I've done, like trust him in being the only one with a job and to be a good father to all of you, if I didn't respect him. I respect him and he respects me in everything that we do. Just like we respect all of you to learn and be guided by our example. Not every family is like this, but it works for us." You looked to Izuku with a loving smile. "It works for us and that's all that we need."

Toshinori looked at the both of you and smiled. He nodded his head before shrugging. "Fair enough." He stated

Asahi took a moment, trying to understand it all. He nodded his head but put on an apologetic look on his face, "I'm sorry mom, for what I said." He said gently. "I didn't mean to offend you."

You smiled at him dearly. "It's alright, sweetheart."

"I wonder where on earth they got that question from." Izuku stated as he sat in bed. "It's not like them to question you like that."

You chuckled as you exited out of the bathroom, switching off the light as you did so. "They were just curious my love, nothing more." You thought on the brightside as you walked over to his side of the bed. "You know they're surrounded by different kids with different families. They might have just been a bit curious, that's all." He let out a hum, behind his eyes in his head, there were a million answered that he was trying to figure out.

You walked over to slowly climb onto his lap. At the feeling of your body on top of his, Izuku looked up, his hands moving to rest on your hips. His eyes looked up at you with a questioning look before his eyebrows raised in surprise at the look on your face.

Your hand moved up and down his arm as you stared at him. "It... it was actually kind of attractive what you said back there." You spoke softly. "You speaking out for me..."

Izuku raised an eyebrow as he pulled you in closer, your arms moving to wrap around his neck with a smirk on your face. "Yah?" You nodded your head with a sultry look. "You liked it?"

You nodded your head with an affirmative sound. "Yah. It's nice to know what my husband thinks about me." You told him honestly as you leaned forward to kiss his neck. You moved your hand up the back of his neck, moving your lips to his ear. "You know how much I love it when you take charge."

A deep chuckle left his chest at that. "Really?"

"Yah." You leaned back for a moment as you cupped his cheeks as you looked at him honest and serious for a moment. "Izuku you know I do all that I do because I trust you. You've given me no reason to doubt your capabilities as my husband and as a father to our children. That's why I trust you while I stay here."

Izuku's eyes softened at your words. He nodded. "Yah, I know. I'm grateful that you've given me an honour so great as it being your submission and love." He moved to kiss your lips making you smile in return. "You know..." Without warning, Izuku flipped you both over so that you were lying on your back.

At the sudden action, you felt giggles erupt from your mouth, his kisses littering your face and your neck. You felt his large hands move up your nightgown, his hands feeling your bare hips, already having memorised every curve and dip in your body.

He moved back to look down at you with a soft smirk on his freckled face. "I think I'm still hungry from dinner." He slowly moved down your body, his hands pushing your nightgown up to look straight at your bare sex, your legs automatically spread for him. "Might you indulge me?"

-Glitch1d

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cascade05 · 10 months

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So… when people go to Starbucks, they sometimes use celebrity names, right? I saw this post on Pinterest (one of those older Tumblr screenshots) and this person said their name was Tony Stark and they ran into someone who called themselves Bruce Wayne. So that happens, right?

Okay, so, imagine you're working as a barista at some place and you get so many people telling you their name is a pro hero name. The amount of Dekus you have served this week is off the charts and you had no idea Shoto could shape shift into forty different people. In all honesty, though, it's funny and kinda the highlight of your week.

This one day, someone comes in and they tell you there name is Dynamight. Not only does the shy smile on his face tell you, no, it's not Dynamight, but like literally everything else does too. Okay, normal. You place the order and then take the next person in line. This person is also Dynamight. This has happened before and, to prevent confusion, you dub this person Dynamight 1.

The next customer is a stoic man by the name David. The two of you connect eyes, both inwardly laughing at the funny little encounter that just transpired. David is dubbed nice David, a name you mumble and the stoic man hums with joy, you think.

Anyway, after David is—well, a large, intimating man which wild ash-blond hair and sharp crimson eyes which are enhanced by his dark mask. You blink up at him, shocked for a moment before your eyes flicker to Nice David. You both share a look of shock before evil grins appear in your eyes.

Then Dynamight orders and you take his order professionally, not gushing or fan-girling—and not breaking down into a fit of laughter despite so badly wanting to. He gives you his name, a gruff “Dynamight,“ and you bite your cheek.

You take your sharpie—you've chosen orange for obvious reasons—and your write what some may consider your final words. You're optimistic and consider it funny. “Dynamight 2,“ you mumble and the man snaps his head around with such a bizzare, pissed off look you can't stop the laugh. You tried, which turned it into a snort and the rage in his eyes exploded (heh) at the sound. You hid behind the empty coffee cup, pinching your lips together as laughter prodded at your chest.

“The hell did you just say? You think that shit is funny?!“

You did. Then you realized he probably thought you were making fun of his recent drop from number one hero to number two. He was bitter about that, it was no secret. You cleared your throat, back to looking at Dynamight with your professional facade. “Sorry sir, it's just that,“ you paused, sharing a look with Nice David.

“Spit it out,“ the inpatient hero demanded.

You looked back it him, clearing your throat again as a laugh threatened to ruin everything. You laughed when you here nervous and it didn't help that you always found Dynamight's reactions amusing. But you had to keep it together, for the other, no doubt, embarrassed Dynamights in the room. “Well, I'm sorry to say, but Dynamight and Dynamight 1 have already been taken.“

“What?“

It was so short, so curt, and so blunt you almost laughed again. You saw the other two Dynamights flinch and you wanted to scream. What were the odds the real deal would come into the little cafe the same time as two of his fans? Ah, if you were them you'd be too embarrassed to get your coffee. But, since you weren't them, well, you were there to enjoy the comedy gold.

Back to Dynamight 2. The man still awaited an explanation, far too confused to be annoyed at your lack of action. You looked at the two other Dynamights who's eyes were glued to the floor. You looked at your coworkers, all of which were hiding smiles by showing their backs to the giant pro—busying themselves with work. You looked at Kind Dave, both agreeing this was one of—nay, the BEST thing to ever happen in your lives. You looked at Dynamight 2, a man so lost and so confused, so unsure of his identity.

“If you would like, I can use a different name.“

“Huh?“ That snapped him back to the present. “Hell no, I'm Dynamight!“

“Yes.“

“So use Dynamight!“

“It's already been used—“ “Then swap them!“

“I can't. That would just confuse the team—“ “Then I should be Dynamight 1!“

“That's already been taken.“

“Just change it from Dynamight 2, dammit!“

“How about Dynamight 3?“

Oh if looks could kill. “Change. It,“ he order slowly, lowly, and most definitely sternly.

You coughed into your hand to hide the laugh. “Alright sir, I'll change it.“

You assumed he was too angry to listen to your new name for him which was his fault actually. He could most certainly not blame you for what was to come because it was he who left you unsupervised and you lived off of the pain of others.

There were no other customers so, you had the honor of handing out drinks. It was with great joy you took that job and you, again with great joy, read the name on the cup out loud. “Dynamight.“

You saw the hero twitch. His scowl deepened and you would've laughed to yourself if you weren't waiting for Dynamight to show up. You looked at the small group, raising a brow when no one came. “Guess he left,“ you mumbled.

One of your coworkers mumbled a response. “I'd leave too.“

You both shared a small snicker.

Then the next order came up. “Dynamight one?“ you asked, fully aware that person has also slipped out.

That meant two free coffees for the team.

Next was “Kind David,“ you announced proudly.

The man, the myth, the legend walked up to your counter and, as the name implied, kindly took the drink from you, giving you a kind nod of thanks. You both shared a look of amusement before he left, giving Dynamight 2 a small nod as he passed.

It was time. You held the large black coffee with a hint of cinnamon and a helping of whipped cream in your hand. Dynamight liked whipped cream, who knew? You didn't look at the cup to read the name. No. You looked straight into Dynamight's narrowed eyes. He began approaching the counter, glare hardening in suspicion. You announced him and he bristled with anger, lip lifting up to reveal his pink gums as he sneered down at you. Such a large man.

“Number two!“ you announced loudly, cheerfully, and joyously.

Boy. You had never seen a face curl up like that. He towered over you and he opened his mouth to give you a pice of his mind. But you beat him to it. You leaned forward, mischievous glint in your eye. “Don't worry,“ you whispered, “you'll always be number one here, hero.“

And it was supposed to be a funny jab, you said it with a teasing look. It was supposed to make him snatch the coffee outta your hands with a glare. But, well, you couldn't control his emotions.

He grabbed the coffee, taking it out of your hand normally. He glared, a comparatively calm glare. “Watch yourself, shorty.“

And you let your mouth drop in a dramatic scoff, about to give his back a piece of your mind, then you see it. You freeze, mouth gaping in actual shock. The back of his neck and the tips of his ears were the slightest bit red. You thought you were seeing things. You rubbed your eye. Oh boy, you were not seeing things.

It was supposed to be a funny jab. You said it with a teasing look. But hey, if Dynamight got all embarrassed, that was fine too. “We'll be rooting for you hero!“ you cheered, again, mildly teasing.

He scoffed but you saw the blush grow on the back of his neck. He sent you one glare over his shoulder and your cat-like grin grew at the pink dusting his upper cheek. Then he left and the cafe was silent before you and your coworkers burst into a series of obnoxious laughs and giggles. You were not giggling, by the way, you were on the floor DYING and wheezing in an ugly, hilarious sort way.

Dynamight was an interesting guy.

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