#midoriya x reader
“don’t kiss me, my lips are chapped”
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your name is shortened to y/n, gender neutral reader, chapped lips
ANYTHING TO BE CAUTIOUS OF?: chapped lips 😔 that is the warning.
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TODOROKI SHŌTO ||
“don’t kiss me, my lips are chapped.”
super, super confused.
i mean.. dude doesn’t have plump, juicy, soft and hydrated lips all the time (you can all blame his quirk for that) so, if he cared about your dehydrated lips, that’d be highly hypocritical of him; no kidding.
it was a tough one, trying to get to the kissing stage with lover boy, but once you guys overcame the worries he had, he couldn’t stop. not now, not ever. can’t go through his day without at least two kisses from you. if shōto could, he’d be kissing you 24/7. so, when you stopped him from pulling your lips onto his, he was confused; head tilted in confusion like a little puppy, lip carved into a frown and everything. the confusion only increased when the reason was because your lips were chapped, and also because you “didn’t want him to be kissing my cracked, desert lips.” newflash! he. doesn’t. care. probably will never care too. after the difficulties of getting to this stage, he’ll eliminate any reasonable obstacles.
“why does it matter? i don’t care about that stuff. just give me my kiss.”
it is advised to give what the man demands for
|| MIDORIYA IZUKU
“izuku, you can’t kiss me right now”
he looks around to check for any valid reason for your rejection. he sees no bystanders. meaning, the both of you are in the clear. so, why would you reject his offer for a kiss?
“why?” he asks. izuku tries to conceal the sadness in his round, aspiring green eyes, and in his voice. he sounds like a kicked puppy, and he definitely looks like one too. that’s all swiped away when you tell him that your “lips are chapped.” big sigh of relief on his end. “oh,” that lifts some tension off his shoulders, if you didn’t want to kiss him for any other reason, he would’ve respected that, but.. your lips are just chapped. so, he can’t find himself from really caring. the issue has an easy fix to it (not that it desperately needed one). and either way, i can’t really say fully with my chest that his lips are moisturized every hour of the day.
grabbing a hold of your wrist, he pulls you in, “y/n, please?” he pleads with the best puppy dog eyes he has to offer
and it works, you give in; despite your worries. he doesn’t seem to be affected by your chapped lips though.
BAKUGŌ KATSUKI ||
“i’m sorry ‘tsuki, but not now. not the best conditions to do so.”
but for real, when is he actually not annoyed? anyway, at first katsuki thought he was the problem. he’s sweaty at nature, so he should at least be understanding if you don’t want to be so close in distance with him. but, then you told him that he wasn’t the problem, and it’s your lips that’s the issue
so now he’s annoyed, but a little relieved to know that he’s not pressuring you to kiss him. thinks you’re being dramatic about these so called conditions. like, what is this? a contract agreement? “so what?” he clicks his tongue, looking around to see if there’s anyone to see (not that people are a problem anyway. he’s just knows the possibility of you being cautious.) so, he tries to assure you “it’s nothing i can’t handle. you’re making a big deal out of this.” the blond knows he’s unsuccessful at that, when he sees you averting your gaze; a nervous tick. he’s annoyed that you think that this is an issue for him, but he has his solutions. asks you to open your mouth, and when you do so, he coats his finger in your spit 😦 then proceeds to smear it all over your lips.
“there. all better. now give me what you fuckin’ owe.”
you told him that was a little disgusting, bashfully remarking that he could’ve just asked you to wet your lips, but he was going to kiss you anyway 🤷 he has a point.
|| SHINSŌ HITOSHI
“you can’t, and it’s for your own good ‘toshi.”
getting past the confusion, i think hitoshi would see this happening, and he’d be unintentionallu prepared for it. looks at people’s mouths a lot when he needs to use his quirk. except, his does that because it’s necessary and not because he wants to (like how he is with you.)
with that being said, he has probably seen a lot of chapped lips. though, he never comments on it, because his lips aren’t the smoothest things out there either. due to his lack of attention regarding lip care, you kindly decided to leave your chapstick in his posession (he ended up never returning it. the opportunity never came up.). hitoshi’s just so glad he kept it so closely though, because the situation was in his favor, when you rejected him of a kiss, all thanks to your chapped lips. he honestly would’ve laughed from the start, if this initial rejection didn’t make his heart drop down to his ass. hitoshi shrugs off the last percentages of his panic, lips tugging into a very recognizable grin, “‘s not a big deal. i’m no better, but i have the solution.” he says, whipping out your lipbalm from his pocket. popping off the cap
after (closely) applying the balm to your lips, he pulls you even closer. “there. all done. you’re gonna give me what is due, right?”
your heart practically swooned, and from that point on, chapped lips were never an issue.
KIRISHIMA EIJIRŌ ||
“nope, nope. you’ll thank me later.”
would reassure you
honestly, all of them would reassure you, but eijirō does it the most, y’know? anyways, do insecurities even exist anymore, if you’re dating eijirō kirishima? 🤔
though he’d be a little sad at your rejection, he’d hide it behind a gentle smile. ever since his early teens, his irrational fear was always accidentally activating his quirk while he was giving the love of his life a kiss. so, eijirō has his own fair share of worries. which explains his ability in being very understanding, when you tell him that you didn’t want to give him a kiss, due to your cracked, dehydrated lips. he doesn’t see an issue with it, but eijirō wouldn’t disregard your worries at all. if anything, he’d reveal his own insecurities, which shows some relatability. “i’m no better!” he says with a smile that could stop hearts, “if yours are chapped, then what are exactly mine called?” your boyfriend makes you feel comfortable, by revealing his long time insecurities. he’d even tell you about a silly nightmare he has when he was 12, when he kissed his celebrity crush, and grew rocks for lips 🕴
his heart melts upon hearing laughter. though it would be quite embarrassing, if he shared this rather ridiculous nightmare to his peers, it’s all worth it, when you allow him to kiss you. “that’s more like it! there’s no need to feel worried. i also have chapped lips!”
you thank him for his understanding later, but he insists that it’s only second nature, as your boyfriend.
|| KAMINARI DENKI
“denki, denki! i will literally break up, if you kiss me right now.”
lowkey highkey desperate
it sounds kind of bad, but it’s true anyway, denki’s always desperate to kiss you, no matter how down bad he sounds.
he does not, and will never want to break up with you. he raises his hands, showing he has no ill intent, and steps back “w-what’s this all about?” he pouts, hands sliding up and down your shoulders. though he’s kind of sad that you’ve said no to his kiss in that way, he’s more desperate to know the reason behind your reluctance and rejection. he’s relieved when you say the breaking up part was simply an exaggeration, but he’s left even more confused when you say it’s because of your chapped lips (because his lips aren’t the softest either) but you never seemed to care, so why should he? denki’s exaggerated reaction to that seemed to be enough to distract you of your worries, and he’s sincerely glad that he got you to laugh, but he’s really desperate. (he does not gaf)
he pulls you in, tickling you to distract you of your concerns. he’s smiling like a fool as he prepares for a kiss “will you please please please give me a kiss? i honestly do not care about your “desert-y” lips.”
you realize how truly desperate your boyfriend is for a kiss. so with that, you give into denki’s desires of one, laughter bubbling from your lips when he sighs in relief.
TOGATA MIRIO ||
“mirio- please, can you- can you not do that?”
he finds it endearing, to be honest. mirio would still respect your wishes, if you didn’t want to kiss him (it’d be the absolute bare minimum anyway), but if it’s for that reason? he finds it cute.
“oh? why?” he says, sounding as sad as he could. but, his expression would immediately contradict himself. his amusement only grows when you stumble to gather, and justify your reasons. saying that your lips aren’t in the most “desirable” state, and that he’d “sincerely hate the feeling” as if it was possible to hate being around you in the first place. mirio laughs at these reasons, and the fact that you keep on pressing this on him, as if it were factual. you honestly think he’d just poking fun at you, for caring about this, and for even warning him about kissing you while your lips are chapped, but he’s not. he’s simply amused. he was at first, just teasing you, but now he’s just amused because of this revelation.
“i’m so lucky that you care about my well being so much,” he shows off that signature smile of his, “but, you being ‘undesirable’ is just not possible.”
though yes, he’s amused. but, he said that part so seriously ??? to the point that resisting him is just impossible.
|| AIZAWA SHŌTA
“this- this is going to be hard to explain. but, you just can’t”
doesn’t even need to ask why you said no, because he somewhat already knows why. is it his s/o hunch? yes.
like every other person in this post, he’d respect your wishes if you didn’t want one. that is, if your reason was valid, and “having chapped lips” just doesn’t sound valid to him, at all. “if you were going to scare me shitless for three seconds, at least make the reason valid” is what he thinks about the matter. (not that your insecurities aren’t valid but.. he sees no issue.) shouta’s stares at you, like he’s trying to say “really? is that all? is that why you’re trying to reject me of a kiss i’m officially entitled to?” and you recognise that look he’s giving you. shouta’s simply exhausted, but not at you, or your antics, but, because you’re literally rejecting him of the things that make him energised (also known as, your kisses.) on top of that, he’s a pro hero, thirty one, and also happens to be the unofficial dad of 22 kids. so, chapped lips are nothing on him. (plus, his lips aren’t always moisturised. so even if he wanted to say something, he couldn’t say he’s any better.)
“you know, that’s really not a concern of mine.” he says, running his hand through his jet black hair, “you don’t complain about my scruff. so, chapped lips? they’re really nothing, c’mon now.”
but, if you were really insecure about your chapped lips, he would do everything in his power (despite his fatigue) to reassure you. and, his nonchalance surely did the trick.
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encountering a ‘pick me’ girl
part two (part one can be found here)
character(s) : midoriya izuku, shinsou hitoshi, kaminari denki (bnha)
legend : [Y/N = your name, L/N = last name] same information as before (check the first part)
headcanon type : fluff, crack, a sprinkle of angst (x reader)
warning(s) : pick me girls being pick me girls
note(s) : so like, a lot of people liked the first part— so i decided to revive back the pick me girl concept 💀 idk if i’ll make a part three because it’d only have like, 2 people (which are aizawa, tamaki, and i could honestly add dabi, but i don’t think he’d spare her life at ALL so 😨)
prompt recap — you encounter a pick me girl, they encounter a pick me girl, or both of y’all encounter one, because luck am i right 💀
»»————- ♡ ————-««
to be honest, i don’t think he’d know what a pick me girl is 😨
like, he’d know the description of one, but wouldn’t actually know the true term for it 💀
like, if you were to ask him to define what a pick me girl is, he wouldn’t have a legitimate answer for it.
after all, there weren’t many girls in middle school or elementary, that would act like that for his validation— so the fact that girls would even act like that because of him, is still very new.
so, it was bound to happen. befriending a girl that had seemingly innocent intentions towards him. it’s all thanks to his kind, and meaning well nature
but after mentioning the fact that he has an s/o, he started to recognize the many red flags
this girl doesn’t even know you on a personal level— hasn’t even seen you, but has tried to though subtly take multiple jabs at you every chance she got.
and izuku was praying, pleading that she would never cross paths with you, or him again. but of course, that didn’t happen.
you try not to visibly grimace, when the newly ‘acquainted’ girl smacks her lips— in preparation to take more jabs at you, for seemingly no reason.
“trying to impress someone, hm?” she eyes you, “because it seems like you’re uhm, trying too hard? no offense, really.”
izuku isn’t that far off, he’s only a few feet away. of course— he’d never stand for this, and he would be interfering at this very moment, if his back wasn’t turned towards you, as he stood in a line for food.
“i’m just sitting though? people sit to be comfortable, and this is how i sit.” though annoyed, you shrug. “why? how do you sit?”
“as one should,” the girl states it factually— though honestly, it’s a bit vague. there’s no cookie cutter way to sit in a semi-public area, at least in this day and age. “it looks like, you’re trying to insinuate something, don’t you think? i don’t have to explain twice, do i? anyway— if i needed to, i wouldn’t mind getting a few words of knowledge in there.”
you blink. you get the implication. you don’t know what irks you more— the part where she accuses you of insinuating an invitation to something less than innocent, or the part where she makes a jab at your knowledge, one she has no intel on.
you’re going to say your mind, but first— you’re going to apologize before hand, as you know it’ll hurt. “sorry, but—”
“oh, no. you’re not sorry, you never have to be, Y/N.” your boyfriend suddenly appears beside you. his presence almost shocks you, making you step backwards. “actually— we’re not sorry. but, we’re just about to leave.”
the girl’s expression falters, “already?” the change of demeanor is evident. izuku, with a hand on the small of your back— nods wordlessly, not an ounce of warmth’s on his face. he tries not to spare her even glance.
izuku turns to you, and hands you a bag of takeout, “lovely, go outside.” it’s less of a request, but a kind command. either way, you were going to do it. because you were this 🤏 close to throwing hands at her 💀
when you leave, izuku gives the girl a honest, and unfiltered message. one that renders her speechless, eyes watering.
when izuku leaves the restaurant, you ask him what he told her,
but he doesn’t really answer you 💀 which is kind of worrisome 😨‼️ until, you catch a glimpse of the same girl staring at her fists in defeat
“it was on me, honestly,” izuku laughs, “i shouldn’t have stopped communicating when she started doing that thing.” he furrows his eyebrows “is there an exact term for girls like her?”
“pick me girls.”
knows what they are, and knows what they’re called
it could be because of the internet, but it’s also because of personal experience 💀 idk about you, but he probably encountered one once in middle school.
he still doesn’t know why he experienced it first hand, considering that he wasn’t exactly popular in middle school it was a pretty dark time, because he wasn’t expecting it
hitoshi doesn’t know why people would go to extreme lengths for male validation— he too, at some point, was desperate for some sort of (though not directed at men specifically) validation, due to his quirk— but he wouldn’t outwardly be like that to other people
moving on, considering that he knows what a pick me girl is, he wouldn’t engage with one— unless if it was completely necessary
like now, where he was unfortunately partnered with one for his last task as a general course student.
everything seemed normal, until he noticed the sudden behavior shift, after one of his classmates teased him about you— while she, was also unfortunately in the vicinity
it was funny, and stupid to see— but because of his situation, he couldn’t exactly cut the connections. so, his last hope was for her to never meet you.
but of course, fate is just funny sometimes.
“you know, i heard you’re dating Y/N L/N from the hero course.”
hitoshi’s irked, when the girl he was unfortunately partnered with for his last project as a general course student, derailed the conversation to something less.. academic.
what was supposed to be a normal partnership, unwillingly turned into something else, when his classmate unfortunately mentioned his significant other in front of his project partner, which resulted in a reaction he’d never expected.
though, he can’t find himself blaming his other classmate, as you’re no secret of his— he hates how you’re being mentioned in a certain light
a negative light.
despite the fact that his opinion of you remains unswayed, he does not appreciate the way the girl talks about you— as if she knew you on a personal level (which, she does not.)
“is that news to you?” he asks, honestly not looking forward to her answer— but because of this stupid final project, he must remain on kinder terms. then after this, he’s never speaking to her again.
“well, yeah. kind of.” she twirls a small section of her hair with her pointer finger, “i found it quite odd, because they don’t look like your type. like, at all. it’s kind of funny actually.”
“what.” he narrows his eyes, a warning in itself. which the girl, unfortunately, did not recognize.
the girl laughs, and it rings through his ears irritably “because, i heard Y/N’s kind of weird, y’know? says weird things, does weird things— stuff gets around. i think that says something.”
“like what exactly?”
“the other day, i saw them in the infirmary— for a tiny cut. it was a little too much for a cut. they also get their hands dirty, they roll around on the floor when the sun’s beaming.” she lists things down, face scrunching up as if there was anything wrong with the things you did.
“but, whatever makes you happy.” she attempts to pat his shoulder, but hitoshi makes the first move of dodging.
“do you know who you’re talking to?” he raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. “do you know what people say about me?”
“i’m transferring into the heroes course.” hitoshi states, “and in that course, you’re supposed to get your hands dirty. you’re supposed to roll around the ground when asked, so stop treating it like an abnormality. get out of that comfortable shell you’re so stuck in.” finished with the conversation, hitoshi shoves things into his bag, ready to just get the hell out of there.
he doesn’t spare another glance at her, as he catches a glimpse at someone else that’s worth looking at— you.
“i’ll finish the rest of this project. don’t bother.” is all he says, before he hurries on out to see you.
then, he proceeds his day like nothing happened 🤩 but he does eventually tell you, when you told him that you saw the aftermath of “whatever that was” 💀
“ohh,” you say in awe, “very chivalrous of you.” you wonder how he handled it, “so you defended my honor, huh?”
hitoshi only smiles, scratching the back of your ears. “duh.” he rolls his eyes playfully. “for your honor. that was thankfully my last project in that course.” and y’all never crossed paths with that girl again
denki, being the teenage boy he is in this day and age— has probably made at least one pick me girl joke in his life
he has also probably joked about “discovering one for the ✨🤩 mythological ✨ experience” but has actually yet to encounter one which he’s actually disappointed about, but he should be glad tbh
because most of the girls he has met are the nicest and the most genuine people alive— excluding this one💀
after finally getting together with his long time crush, his pick me girl discovery endeavors have been pushed to the back of his head.
and because of that, it has seemed to be that he completely forgot about all the warnings, and the telltale signs of a pick me girl.
combine that with his friendly, outgoing personality? it was bound to happen, and you can’t blame him at all 💀
because she seemed normal, and there was nothing out of the ordinary— until denki bragged about you shamelessly🗿 it was like a switch flipped inside of her so with that being said, denki kind of got what he asked for 😭
“denki, you’re so funny!”
today’s just not your day, you’ve concluded. the day so far, just seems to be out against you, with no mercy.
denki laughs— eyes shifting towards you when his laughter dies down. it’s not a rare occurrence for the electric blond to be laughing.
but, you can tell. his laugh is different— he’s uncomfortable, unsettled, unnerved by this girl. who he, unfortunately, thought was a good person to be interacting with.
“me and you, just share one brain cell,” denki hangs his arm around your shoulder, grinning— in an attempt to shift the conversation away from it’s awkwardness. “we’re in sync, basically. don’t you think?”
“hmm.. are you sure?” the girl, who’s name you honestly couldn’t remember, butts in first, cutting you off with success. “your execution could’ve been a little.. better.”
you know she doesn’t mean the ‘a little’ part, from the way she eyes you from head to toe.
denki furrows his brows, confused by this remark “did we not make the same joke?”
the girl laughs for the umpteenth time that hour. you swear— if she laughs again, you’re just going to have to stuff cotton in your ears until there’s no tomorrow. “what i’m saying is that yours fell flat,” she says in a way that’s patronizing.
“you tried, really.” she sighs, eyes trailing back to your boyfriend, “but you didn’t try enough, Y/N.”
the. nerve. you think to yourself. at this point, it’s like this girl— this pick me girl, isn’t even trying to mask the arbitrary dislike towards you.
you’re about to retaliate, shoot back a reply that’s been hanging off your tongue, since the moment her true colors have been revealed “you’re clearly lacking in the humor department, maybe it’s because—”
she’s cut off, and your boyfriend does something she wasn’t exactly expecting. neither were you tbh, you thought he was gonna start beat boxing her
“so pick me!” his voice is shrill, hands moving to flip hair he’s lacking. “choose me!” he repeats the action, “love me!” he mocks, mimicking gestures from your average valley girl, to the t.
your hand flies up to close your agape jaw, a laugh managing to escape from your lips, “denki” you say as a reminder that y’all are still in public, and you cannot afford to burst into laughter in a place like this.
the girl, wasn’t. her expression shows that she’s taken aback. “what?—”
“is that what you’re trying to say?” denki still holds a bit of the tone from earlier. it would be comedic, if it weren’t for his protective stance.
he’s silently making a point.
“denki, i don’t get it.” the girl scoffs, “i was obviously joking around, y’know? that’s what we always do— this is a little dramatic, don’t you think?”
denki shakes his head, and that’s when he finally decides to end the conversation. he turns you around, patting you forward, as if it was a signal for you to start walking.
“no, not at all!” denki laughs, “uh, i dunno what to tell you now, girlie. there’s no ‘us’ and there’ll never be one. i’m not into.. whatever your personality type is, fortunately.” he pats her on the shoulder, before turning to leave with you
you suddenly remembered his small goal of meeting a pick me girl— so, you then ask him how it was like to meet one for the first time.
denki’s like 😨 honestly, because he never wants to encounter one again, probably even swears on it, that he never will. the pick me was so critical of you, and for what? anyways— he was cold for the last remark 😭
oh, and most of his friends saw his.. impersonation of a pick me girl 🗿 so, it is now a side joke within his group of friends 💀 denki doesn’t regret doing that at all, even if his friends clowned him for it. because as far as he knows, the girl doesn’t even want to shit talk you, or anyone else 🧍♀️
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highschool crush! ₓ ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.
ー bnha boys crushing on you in highschool
character/s: bakugo katsuki, midoriya izuku, kaminari denki
genre: very fluff, (hinted), mutual pining, humor (?)
warnings: mentions of food/eating, (1) curse word, there's like a random scenario in bakugo's part 💀
notes: i was supposed to add shouto, kirishima, and shinsou in this but 😃 that probably would've taken another week and i already feel bad for not posting for 20 days now 😨 so,, part 2 🤠❓ nsjfdh don't let this flop
midoriya izuku, who gets too absorbed in helping you with your homework that he ends up sitting down beside you in one chair, his torso pressed firmly onto yours until your skin feels ablaze. when someone points it out, he jolts up with his face beet-red, and he only stops apologizing and bowing frantically when you start to scoot over, gesturing him to sit down and carry on with the homework in that tiny space you had made for him.
midoriya izuku, who's quick to hold his lunchbox to your direction the instant he catches you eyeing his food. though you understand his intention even when he's talking with his cheeks still stuffed with food, you can't really take him seriously when he looks exactly like: 🐰❗❗❗
midoriya izuku, whose heart flutters when he zooms in on a candid photo of class 1-A and sees you laughing with him on the couch at the very corner of the photo. he doesn't seem to mind the visible pixels, the worsened resolution when he crops the photo, or the fact that half of his face is already cut off from the frameー the clear-cut gleam of your smile easily transcends the photo's shitty quality.
midoriya izuku, who makes a separate album on his phone only for that one photo of you and him in it. he thinks for a moment if you'd find it cheesy if he were to print out that photo and slip it in his confession letter to you (which has been hiding deep in the pocket of his backpack for months now, he's just been rehearsing how to give it to you.)
bakugo katsuki, who shoots brief glances at you when he hears you laughing with your friends, so he too, could catch sight of your smile.
bakugo katsuki, who musters up the courage to check up on you when he sees you slumped down on your desk. when you finally lift your head up, you're instantly met with his searing glare and a calloused palm pressed flat on your forehead, large enough to almost cover your eyes as your cheeks grow hotter than they already were. "oi, do something about that stupid fever, shitty L/N"
bakugo katsuki, who went from slick glances to lingering stares at your now empty chair when you've decided to skip school for the day. his usually-neat and precise notes are now ridiculously detailed and messily scribbled with "reminders" on each pageー "THIS!! REMEMBER THIS, IDIOT." "IMPORTANT. REMEMBER !!!" "PAY ATTENTION, IDIOT-L/N."
bakugo katsuki, who, for one second, smirks and teases you for standing on your tiptoes, struggling to reach a book from a tall shelf. the second after, he's already dashed across the room to you, successfully catching every single book that had toppled over from the top shelf before one could even graze you.
with a click of his tongue, he picks up the book you've been trying to lay hold of and lightly taps it on your head before handing it to you. as he walks away, he mutters over your shoulder, "... careful."
and his voice, for once, sounded low and delicate against your ear, and if you had looked closer, you would've seen the wave of relief easing the edges of the usual scowl on his face.
kaminari denki, who often looks at you after making a joke to the whole class. his heart flutters, and his face beams with a rose flush when he sees you laughing over his jokes, no matter how stupid he knows his jokes can be.
kaminari denki, who hypes you up every chance he gets. even as simple as wearing a tiny hairclip to school, he genuinely thinks you're the prettiest in it, and he'll be loud about it. he'd wear a paper clip on his hair too because "it's cute, and y/n's a trendsetter 🗣‼" and also bc he's just stupid and he wants to make you laugh
kaminari denki, who's absolutely in love with youー when you present something in front of the class, it's the only time he's completely silent. he'd have heart-eyes on you the whole time, occasionally nodding in agreement to what you have to say, and even when you're just reading off a script, he'll rest his chin on his palm and think, "y/n is so smart :))"
kaminari denki, who shamelessly flirts with you everyday with endless compliments and cheesy pick-up lines, but when he decides to confess, he's genuine about it. he'll ask you to meet him in the rooftop after school (no one can really tell whether denki actually thinks it's romantic or if he's just copying off a shoujo manga scene) and under a lighthearted atmosphere blended seamlessly with the sincerity of his words, he finally confesses to you.
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pairings: katsuki x gn! reader; izuku x gn!reader; shoto x gn!reader; eijiro x gn!reader; denki x gn!reader; mina x gn!reader; ochaco x gn!reader
word count: 1.2k
warnings: it’s aftercare, so they obv just had sex, but there’s no explicit content
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katsuki: the room was dark, the curtains drawn to shut out the light from streetlights and cars. the sound of your breath intermingled with his, your heartrates finally slowed. the two of you were sprawled out on your bed, limbs strewn over each other, clothes discarded on the floor long ago with the blankets sliding off the bed. his hand reached out and found your face, cupping your cheek. you hummed in response, turning your head to look at where he lay in the dark. you raised your hands, running them along his arm until they reached his hand, and you shifted to press kisses to his palm, wrist, and knuckles, before letting go. his arm rested against your collar, fingers tracing the outline of your neck and shoulders. you could tell that the both of you were minutes away from falling asleep, and you hauled yourself into a sitting position so you could pull one of the blankets back onto the bed, tugging it over the two of you. the fabric was soft against your skin, and he pulled you close to him, his face resting on your shoulder. as your eyes slipped closed, he pressed a light kiss to the base of your ear, and you could tell a tiny smile was gracing his lips.
izuku: you lazily press kisses to his neck and shoulder, one for each freckle he had (which was a lot). his hands drifted through your hair, your legs intertwined with his as you laid back on the bed. the pillows were on the floor, but that would be an easy fix. right now, all your tired mind wanted to do was pepper him with slow kisses. you met his eyes, which were soft in the dim lighting, and the tired smile he had on his face was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. you raised a hand and brushed back his bangs so you could kiss his forehead, and he pulled you down to kiss yours in return. as you laid on his chest, his eyes on yours, you didn’t know if life could get much better than this. your hearts practically beating in unison, breaths slow and relaxed as you felt them on your skin, skin warm and chests pressed against each other. he pushed the two of you into a sitting position, and you leaned forward to kiss his lips. as you pulled away, you saw that he was blushing, and you laughed. he would still blush at the tiniest things. he was adorable.
shoto: his right hand took your wrist, cool against your warm skin, and he gently led you to the shower. the two of you walked slowly, and you peppered kisses to his shoulder from behind. the water was warm when you two stepped in, your fingers intertwined and foreheads resting against each other as you gently swayed under the spray of the water. your breaths mingled, rising with the steam from the shower, and eventually the two of you pulled away so you could begin washing yourselves. you gently rubbed soap into each other’s backs and hair, pressing kisses to each other’s neck and shoulders as you did so, with the occasional “i love you” murmured in between. when the two of you stepped out, wrapped in towels, you headed straight back to bed, only to lie there for a while, leaning against each other. it was calm. it was quiet. and it was with the person you loved most in this world. there was nothing about this moment that you would change, with the softness of the blankets encasing you, his heart rhythmically beating next to your ear as you rested your head on his chest.
eijiro: he had already taken your hand, pulling you up so you were sitting on the edge of the bed. he took you to the kitchen, scooping you into his arms and carrying you, pressing kisses to your shoulders and neck, his teeth occasionally nicking you. but you were just fine with that. it never hurt, and it was just one thing you loved about him. he set you down once you reached the kitchen, your bare feet cold on the tile. the two of you worked together to prepare a meal, your hands and arms brushing against each other. if you got close enough, you would press a kiss to his jaw, and he would lightly kiss the top of your head.
denki: you were sprawled across the bed, limbs crossing over each other. he turned to look at you, a grin slapped across his face. that smile was severely contagious, and you felt one spreading over your own lips. soon, the two of you were curled up as laughter wracked your bodies, ringing through the previously silent room. your hands found each other, and your fingers laced together as you tried to regain your breaths, which was a fruitless effort. being with him was just so lighthearted, and you could’ve stayed like that for hours, locked into a limbo of gazing into his eyes, your heart and lungs filled with bubbling laughter. you loved that about him. he always lightened the mood, and he tried not to take jokes too far. he never took anything too far, and had always asked for your consent. fuck, you loved him so much. after what seemed like ages, the two of you finally uncurled, your stomachs and lungs aching and gasping in breath. he turned to face you, and the softest smile graced his features. your fingers squeezed his, a silent, but not unknown, “i love you” hanging in the air.
mina: mina always wanted to sleep afterwards. you would laugh, and straighten the pillows before she layed down. you would lay down next to her, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her to your chest. the two of you would sink into the soft sheets and pillows, your face buried in her hair. she would fall asleep quickly, nestled in your arms, and you would hear her breathing go soft and quiet, your fingers tracing circles on her belly and arms until you fell asleep as well.
ochaco: she let out a soft laugh and you couldn’t help but smile. your shoulders pressed against the other’s, bare skin warm in the slight chill of the darkened bedroom. she pressed tiny kisses to your shoulder, lips soft. your hand reached up to cup her cheek, which squished into your palm. your smile grew a little, and your thumb brushed over her bottom lip. she grinned, and gently caught it between her teeth. the rosy light of the single lamp illuminated her skin, which was always soft under your touch. her pink cheeks almost seemed to glow in the dim light, but then again, she always made everything lighter for you when she was around. you pulled your thumb from between her teeth, and leaned forward to brush your lips against hers. she smiled into the kiss, and the two of you drew back enough to press your foreheads together, soft laughter echoing through the room.
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how they eat you out - mha boys
characters (aged up): bakugo, todoroki, midoriya
warnings: smut, fingering, edging, overstimulation, quirk play, squirting, cum eating(ish)
note: there are 1.5k sexy people out there thank you babes. i probably won't become a smut account but we'll see ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
he does this for his pleasure and his pleasure only
slow and languid strokes of his tongue as he smirks at your face, the way your eyes roll back and your hand pushes his head further in, fingers grasping onto his hair with a tight hold
he teases you the entire time, bringing you close to your third orgasm, and then just stops, his cruel grin growing more when you look at him through your eyelashes, tears rolling down your cheek as you whine for him to finally
"what's wrong baby?" he'd say, his finger lightly brushing your clit, leaning in as he coos at you, kissing your forehead, the corner of your lips until he goes back down, his hand gripping your thigh and holding it in place, "are you that desperate?"
you can't even speak as he pushes a finger in, curling it as it reaches deep inside, your mouth falling open as your eyes screwed shut, white dotting your vision as he swipes his tongue over your bud again and again
your moans grow louder as he sucks harder, tiny sparks stinging your skin as his skin ignites, your release coats his tongue, and he wastes no time in slurping it all up, his red eyes peering up at yours as he pats your thing, getting up on his knees as he smiles again
"don't think that was it, baby" he brings down his hand, roughly slapping your pussy as tears stroll down, staining the sheets at the overstimulation,
"you still have a couple hours before you have to go, right?'
baby doesn't really know how to do it at first
he fumbles around a lot but after some experiences, he becomes a fucking god at the art, the need to taste you burning his nerves
he uses his quirk a lot, some fingers freezing cold as they pump in and out of you, and a hot thumb flicking your clit over and over again, determination written all over his face as he brings you closer and closer to your edge
he really only has one goal, and he knows you're about to cum when he glances up, your lips wide open in silent screams, your tiny hand gripping his wrist in a pitiful attempt to slow him down
his fingers keep hitting that spot deep inside, and you feel different, almost like you're about to pee and your eyes snap open, your grip on his wrist tightening as you weakly try to warn him
but you can't hold it in anymore, and clear liquid squirts all of his hands, chest, sheets
you go to sheepishly apologize but he brings his fingers up to his tongue, sucking on them until he brings them back out, nothing left on it
the ends of his lips quirk upwards, his lazy eyes slotting to your messy pussy and then to you
"i wanna do that again, okay?"
and he doesn't leave you any time to say anything else as he brings his tongue back to your aching pussy, your eyes shutting again as he begins
he's so fucking nervous the first time he eats you out poor bby
but practice makes perfect, and he sticks by that, so he learns quickly, wanting nothing more than to give you the best, giving you everything you deserve
he severely underestimates just how good he is at eating you out, too, which eventually s a great plus but also really bad
because you're on your fifth organism when he starts to trie out, worry overtaking him, thinking that he wasn't doing enough
"are you feeling good, y/n?" he'd quietly ask, bringing his face up, his cheek stained by your cum, and you have the urge to lick it off but he does it for you, his finger reaching up as he wipes it off, sucking on his thumb as he cleans it off the best he could
you can't even talk, your tongue lulling out as he goes back in, determined to make you feel the best possible form of ecstasy he can
and izuku makes sure you do so, his fingers and tongue never leaving you all night, slurping away every release as he goes back in, again and again,
despite what he thinks, this man is damn good at eating you out
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izuku keeps polaroids of the two of you (or just you) tucked into his wallet 🥰🥰🥰 it’s his little secret stash that he glances at throughout the day to quell his insecurities 🥰🥰🥰 until one day he drops his wallet at a class outing and like seven pictures fall out 🥰🥰🥰
"I CAN EXPLAIN" izuku yelps as he lunges forward to collect the scattered pictures on the ground.
the stunned silence from everyone around you is deafening as all eyes turn from the floor to you.
and you don't know what to do. you open your mouth to talk, but no words come out.
because what is there to say? you just discovered through accident that your best friend and crush, izuku midoriya, carries around pictures of you in his wallet.
your first thought is "well, he's just sentimental like that."
but there's a nagging voice in your head that won't shut up. going on about how it has to be more than that. if he was just sentimental, he would only carry one of both of you together. but there on the floor, clear as day, are candid polaroids of you smiling. with only you in the frame.
he likes you. your brain comes to that conclusion hesitantly. as if the very idea of him reciprocating your feelings is playing with fire.
izuku scrambles to tuck the pictures away, and he can't help but look up at you as he gets back to his feet.
HE LIKES YOU. the voice in your head is screaming now. loud enough that it breaks you out of your trance. your feet start moving before you can think about it and you grab his arm, pulling him away from the crowd and in a nearby empty room.
"i-i swear i can explain i'm not creepy or anything like that i just like looking at pictures of you when i'm really stressed out or something because you always make me feel better and make me feel like i can overcome anything and i-"
you cut him off with a quick kiss, opting to show him just how much he really means to you. you may not having pictures of izuku stuffed in your wallet, but that doesn't mean that you don't always see his adorable, freckled face in the back of your mind whenever you start to doubt yourself. but maybe you should try the photo technique...
it’s fluff friday!
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Boyfriend!Izuku that chuckles a little before exploding into a pinkish-red shade when you kiss him out of no where
Boyfriend!Izuku that unconsciously pet your head when he’s tutoring you and you’re answering the questions he taught you correctly but when he realized what he had done, he buries his face into his arms on the table while apologizing to you
Boyfriend!Izuku that smiles and blushes in his sleep while mumbling your name sweetly into the sleepy, night air
Boyfriend!Izuku that tells you at least 10 things about you that he’s absolutely in love with when you say a comment or two about yourself that you dislike
Boyfriend!Izuku that adopts your music taste and style without realizing because you’re just so cool and he likes anything you like
Boyfriend!Izuku that brings extra stationaries and even buy a new calculator on an exam day just incase you forgot to bring yours
Boyfriend!Izuku that daydreams about the day he proposes to you in the future in DETAIL and tells himself that you’re the only one for him and if he loses you, he doesn’t think he can live
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#1: I love you☺
#2: MHA PEEPS SEEING Y/N DRESSED ALL NICE AND PRETTY AND THEY START GETTING ALL FLUSTERED AND STUFF AND THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO ANYMORE.
Just a concept? Maybe?
ఌ︎ 𝗖𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂
☕︎ 𝗙𝗹𝗮𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿: 𝗦𝗽𝗶𝗰𝘆𝘆𝘆, 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗲 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗲
☕︎ 𝗔/𝗻: 𝗛𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴- 𝗜'𝗺 𝘁𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗰𝘀 :𝗗
Ily too bb 💞
𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗳𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗸- 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿:
ఌ︎ 𝖡𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈𝗎, 𝖣𝖺𝖻𝗂 (𝗧𝘄𝗶𝗰𝗲???)
𝗘𝗬𝗘𝗦 (𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗦) 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗛𝗨𝗡𝗡𝗬, 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡 𝗛𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 (𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗵 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹)
ఌ︎ 𝗗𝗲𝗻𝗸𝗶, 𝗘𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿, 𝗛𝗮𝘄𝗸𝘀, 𝗞𝗶𝗿𝗶
𝗙𝗹𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗔𝘀 𝗛𝗲𝗰𝗸𝗸𝗸, 𝗕𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗳𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲 (𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘀/𝗼)
ఌ︎ 𝗠𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘆𝗮, 𝗧𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶
𝗢𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝘂𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗳𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗵 (𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀)
ఌ︎ 𝗧𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗶, 𝗜𝗶𝗱𝗮
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Mha guys working in a coffee shop
Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki
Cut the shit type of Barista, no "How was your morning?" Just a simple "what'ya want?"
No 'staff discounts' on his behalf
Quick with making your drink, if it's a new type of drink he is making, he will be a little slower as to not mess up, but once he makes it once he won't ever forget how to make it
Never counts change wrong
Normally takes the opening shift, less customers to deal with
Would probably go for a popular business rather then a smaller one
Doesn't take over people's shifts, and if he does you owe him big time
Hates when people try and take tiktoks of him, will immediately tell them to stop and delete it
Does except a tip, with a quiet "thanks" he will be nicer to you the next time you show up
Is harsh on the trainees, no time for crap
HATES wearing the small accessories given during certain holidays– santa bakugou anyone?
Very cheerful! All day you won't see his smile hinder no matter how tired he is!
Always compliments your drink choice, even if its a plain black coffee he'd say "that's sounds good! I'll have to try that in my break!"
Always let's people off if they're short on change
Trys to do latte art, (fails but ends up looking presentable)
Really good at memorising regulars order, if they come in at a certain time it will always be ready on the dot!
Always declines tips, he feels bad even if hes already working at minimun wage lol
Will draw smiley faces on your to-go cup, he might add a small drawing is he has time
Will give the last customer some pastries left over, he doesn't want to waste any
Will hum to whatever song is playing on he speakers as he cleans
Free wifi, no passwords in his shop
Has jammed the till multiple times during rush hour...
Works in a small local café
You can't tell if he is always tired or is bored due to his facial expressions
He will give a small smile if you leave a tip
No problem transferring leftover drinks into to-go cup,
Sometimes gives back more change then nessisary by mistake, always takes it out of his paycheck if it happends
If he gets music choice he will always put on soft-pop as to not distract him from work
Likes to try new flavour combos, if he comes up with a good combo he will add it to the special menu
Likes to draw on the chalk board menu outside
He would work in a cat café, quite, chill and he can play with cats all day :)
He will give discounts to people who don't stare or ask about his scar...
Will sit down with an elderly person on his lunch break if they look lonely :')
Thank you for reading!
General fairy tags : @aomi04 @justheretoaskandread @rebekah-trader
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— angsttober day #21: zombie
pairing(s): izuku midoriya x gn!reader
wc: 0.7k+ words
summary: you always warn izuku not to overwork himself. you also should really learn how to take your own advice.
content: burnout, midoriya cares a lot about you bestie 👉👈, clarified relationship, just an unfortunate situation for all parties involved
notes: this isn’t even angst, just like being tired so—listen, izuku is a worrywart and would probably start crying so we’re counting it ✨✨
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you could barely keep your eyes open as you dragged yourself to your homeroom class. you would’ve missed the doorway if you couldn’t hear the usual chatter from your classmates inside, but even that was starting to drown out. trudging along the hallway, you let your body carry you to youe classroom, ready to faceplant into the floor the minute the option presented itself.
you didn’t want to admit to yourself that you royally screwed up, pulling an all nighter after mountains of vigorous training throughout the day before. however, deadliness don’t usually have the time to wait for you to rest, especially in the prestigious UA high school. working day in and day out as a hero in training takes more perseverance than you’d imagine. you could only imagine what being an actual pro hero would do to you.
the stress of it all was slowly crawling up your back and onto your shoulders. piling on day after day, you could almost feel it physically resting on you. you just hoped you’d last until the weekend at the least.
thankfully, the door was open, allowing you to simply walk in instead of having to use more energy to let yourself in. you couldn’t bring yourself to look over at your friends, eye to incredibly drained eye. as they continued to converse, you walked over to your seat and practically fell into your chair.
izuku usually popped up next to you the second you walked in, but seeing how you barely acknowledged anyone in the room made him show up by your side a little slower. your head resting on your desk, you didn’t notice his presence until a small:
you only moved your head to the side to look up at your boyfriend. the apprehension on his face stayed constant as he spoke. “hey, what happened?”
a slow yawn left your lips and you half-assed a smile. “ah, don’t worry about it, zuzu,” you replied, waving a hand. “i’m doing just fine.”
his worried expression didn’t go away. part of you was well aware it wouldn’t. “how much sleep did you even get?”
“enough,” you replied. as you spoke, izuku pulled up a chair and sat in front of you, leaning forward. “the school day will breeze by, and then we can hang out in your dorm for the rest of the day watching all might interviews.” despite your lack of energy, you gave izuku a knowing grin.
as much as he seemed to watch to focus solely on you, you caught him wiggle in his chair a bit at your suggestion. you chuckled to yourself, then yawned again. he cleared his throat after his split second realization, then looked you in the eyes. “seriously, though.” he tilted his head to match the angle of your own. “i’m here if you need anything.”
you looked at him with tired eyes. all the times you would tell him to rest up, stop working, put the training down for once and take a nap—it was all starting to come back in your direction. midoriya was going to worry about you as much as you do about him. and since midoriya would never say the following, you officially declared yourself a hypocrite as you met his gaze.
about to verablly answer, aizawa walked—well, crawled due to his bright yellow sleeping bag—into the homeroom and interrupted everyone’s chatter, yet still with his usual low, calm voice.
“leave your things here and meet up in the training grounds. you have three minutes starting now.” he inched away right after.
used to the teacher’s antics, the others abided. as your classmates filed out of the classroom, you stood up, instinctively using your boyfriend as a means for balance; you grabbed ahold of his shoulder. “well, we can’t keep him waiting, now can we?”
midoriya put his hand atop yours and sighed quietly, looking up at you with a lower level of worry. he gave in. “alright. but tell me if you need to stop at any time. aizawa sensei will understand and i’ll bring you back to your dorm.”
“i told you: i’m gonna be fine.”
“yeah, yeah.” he got up from his seat and laced your hand together with his. you slowly started to zone out, but he nudged you to look back at him. when you met his gaze, he smiled. you didn’t know what you did to deserve someone like him. “let’s go?”
a/n: PART TWO TOMORROW: “now legally braindead”
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deku has a damn near obsession with taking care of other people. no matter how damaged you are, he’s there with his tool kit like “i can fix them” and he CAN. pro hero money, heart of gold, fat cock, what more could be needed for happiness? he loves his lil pillow princess (bc you WILL be in his care). protective boyfriend to the max.
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Izuku Midoriya x reader
- While walking home with your husband, a group of trick or treaters catch his eye
It’s a beautiful afternoon, the bright sun and clear sky hide the deceptively chilly air from those like Izuku Midoriya who is looking through the glass windows of his Agency waiting for you to arrive so the two of you can enjoy a nice walk back to your home while looking at the decorations in your neighborhood. Heading down to the front desk he waits for you to walk in through the front door and make his day.
After a few minutes, you arrive and Izuku can’t help but grin seeing you come in, your cheeks slightly pink from the cold. He rushes over to give you a warm hug as you bury your face into his warm chest.
“hey Zuku, sorry I’m late!”
“You’re not late at all,” he says “are you ready to go?” You nod as The two of you leave his agency, Izuku wrapping an arm around your shoulders protectively to shield you from the wind and the street as you begin to walk.
Nearing the end of your trip, the two of you begin to pass a park filled with children all dressed up in their Halloween costumes, all running around and playing. There is a small army of vampires, witches and, princesses. However, the majority of them are dressed as pro heroes old and new. A tiny Red riot pushes their little sister on a swing set while a tiny Uravity and Froppy try to see who can bouncy the highest on a trampoline. It’s adorable, but what really got your attention was a little boy in a Deku costume walking his dog. You stop for a second to process it, but the dog is a tiny blonde Pomeranian wearing a Dynamite costume. You can’t help but laugh at the scene in front of you. You try to step forward and continue on your way but you are stopped by Izuku’s strong frame. He is focused on the Little Deku in front of him with watery eyes.
Gently tapping his shoulder he looks at you his lips wobbling a little bit. “Is everything okay Zuku?” you ask him as he works to compose himself.
“Why does that child want to be dressed like me for Halloween, there are so many other heroes out there,” he says softly forgetting that he is the number one hero.
He’s so adorably humble that your heart breaks for him. “It’s because you’re probably that child’s favorite hero, he looks at you the way you look at All Might.”
He stops and thinks about what you just said and smiles. “I guess that true.”
Before leaving, the two of you take a quick picture of the pomeranian to send to Bakugou, just to rile him up. Then make your way back home arm in arm so you can get ready for Mina Ashido’s Halloween party later that evening.
A few hours later Izuku finishes up the last few touches on his All Might costume while you hand out candy to whatever trick o treaters come your way. Sneaking up behind you he wraps his arms around you.
“I can take it from here, you should get ready to go,” he says burying his face in your hair. “I want to see your costume.”
“Don’t eat it all Zuku.” you chide at him playfully before going to put your costume on as well.
Izuku excitedly takes his job passing out candy waiting patiently for the little knocks at the door. He opens it every time and tells the kids how much he loves their costumes while handing out extremely large handfuls of candy.
He ends up running out of candy about 30 minutes in so he has to refill the candy bowl with another bulk bag that the two of you bought just in case. But there has seemed to be a lull for trick or treaters so he is impatiently waiting with his newly full candy cauldron for his next visitor.
A little bit later you come down the stairs as a small knock at your door. Izuku springs up to get the door, opening it up to see the little Deku from the park earlier.
“Trick or Treat!” he says holding out his pillowcase to your once again awe-struck husband.
“Wow, It’s Deku!” he says excitedly. He then stops for a moment moving to look around for any nearby trick or treaters or onlookers before crouching down to his little clone. “Could I see your pillowcase?” he asks.
The little boy looks at him unsurely before handing it over. “Mr. All Might, will you give it back?”
“Of Course I will, that wouldn’t be very heroic of me after all.” He says opening the case nice and wide before dumping the entirety of the candy bowl into it.
The Little boy’s eyes seem to double in size at the sheer volume of candy that is now in his pillowcase. “Thank you!” he says excitedly taking back the pillowcase basically dragging it down your driveway due to its weight.
Izuku closes the door and waits for the little hero to leave before turning off your decorations with a remote to signal that there is no more candy at the house.
“You always have to be a hero don’t you Zuku?” you say teasingly as he turns around clearly startled.
“We... We didn’t have that much candy left.” he stammers blushing slightly realizing that he had been caught.
“It was full Izuku, that kid is going to have a hard time getting back home with all that candy.”
“I don’t think so, he is a pro hero after all,” he says jokingly grabbing his keys off of the hook opening the front door for you, making sure to lock up, and turning off any extra Halloween decorations.
“I guess that you have a bias, maybe next year ill have to hand out the candy myself,” you say laughing as the two of you head out to the car to head to the party knowing that he would definitely do the same thing next year.
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twitter p*rn vids | bnha men p.1
NSFW! minors do not interact! 18+ only!
warnings: twitter p*rn videos (pls i beg wear earbuds) + brief descriptions of sex (fem!reader), breeding, dom/sub
includes: kirishima e., bakugou k., midoriya i., shinsou h., kaminari d., & todoroki s. (all characters aged over 21!)
kirishima e. | red riot ʚ♡⃛ɞ ( •ᴗ•❁)
eijirou loves seeing your ass bounce in reverse cowgirl. he also adores hearing you whine, struggling to breathe n keep up with his thrusts. he'll encourage you to take the lead, but won't let you have full control (soft dom kiri>>)
bakugou k. | dynamight ♡ ฅ(ᐤˊ꒳ฅˋᐤ♪)
katsuki is a simple man; he just wants you face down n ass up. also his thrusts are mind numbing, rhythmic and sure movements, enough to make you pass out. if he's about to cum his breathing gives him away, all high off your pussy.
midoriya i. | deku (●♡∀♡)ヾ☆*。
izuku is so consumed by your pussy he loses all control. one minute he's taking his time, slowly making sure you can take him well- the next he's pounding you into the mattress. just can't stop his dick from stuffing your sweet little cunny.
shinsou h. | mindjack ૮(˳❛ ⌔̫ ❛˳)ა ✿.°~
hitoshi is the biggest tease here. this man will change his pace like seasons, he'll slowly pump into you then switch up and thrust so rough you're seeing stars, with like zero warning. lots of slapping your ass too. he's dangerous.
kaminari d. | chargebolt ⁽⁽ ଘ(ó﹏ò｡)ଓ ⁾⁾
denki thinks fucking standing up is the hottest thing ever. loves watching your legs shake, barely holding yourself up while he fucks into you carelessly. he likes to watch your tits bounce too, makes him wanna pinch your nipples.
todoroki s. | shouto (◍ ⺣◡⺣)☆*.
shouto is so touch deprived he needs to feel your ass. desperately. he'll get an iron grip on the fat and just drag you up n down n up n down on his dick for hours on end. then he'll fill you up nice n good when he's done.
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— bnha boys when you bite them
ft. bakugo, midoriya, todoroki, aizawa. (they’re the only ones i cld say i have a bit of a handle on when it comes to characterization. dont yell at me.)
MIDORIYA turns to look at you with both fear and surprise in his eyes, and you almost feel bad for him. the poor guy was just watching some TV on one of his rare down days, and he has to deal with your playful aggression.
“a-are you okay? are you mad at me?” he whispers, hand coming up to cover the part of his arm you just bit.
you laugh, waving him off. “no, no. it’s not that.” you scoot closer to him, wrapping your arms around his. “i just—”
“just…?” he prods, green eyes inquisitive and waiting as he turns over so you could lay on his stomach instead of just his side. he probably doesn’t even realize it, but his hands are now running up and down your back as he waits for your answer.
he’s always like this—kind, reassuring even when he doesn’t mean to be. always making you feel safe and wanted. a constant strong and comforting presence.
“…love you. just love you,” you whisper.
his eyes soften, smiling gently as a hand comes up to cup your face. “i love you, too.”
you give him an equally soft smile back, crawling further up to nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck.
“but maybe next time…you can just t-tell me, or something…” he stutters out after a few moments of silence, eliciting another laugh from you. “that kinda really hurt.”
TODOROKI blinks in perplexity, staying quiet as he slurps his noodles, waiting for you to explain why you did what you just did. there's no annoyance in his eyes, just plain confusion.
you’ve always noticed his cheeks and how round they get especially when he’s eating even prior to dating, and all the pent-up cute aggression you had seemed to just boil over on this day.
“sorry, sho.” you grin sheepishly, reaching over to pat his cheek lightly. “you’re just so cute.”
“oh,” is his sole reply. he swallows, putting his bowl down, eyes downcast as he seems to mull over what you just told him.
you start to worry that you may have gone overboard, but then he looks up to you again, the tips of his ears red, eyes gleaming and the tiniest smile on his lips. “i am?”
you practically beam, heart bubbling with warmth as you take his face in between your hands. “very.”
his smile widens, leaning onto your touch. you stay like that for a few seconds before you decided to push your luck again.
“can i do it one more time?”
and to your surprise, shoto only nods, eyes squeezing shut when you sink your teeth into his cheek once again, never losing their childlike gleam even when he opens them after you’re done.
BAKUGO yelps, far too engrossed in the act of cutting up the ingredients for the dinner he’s preparing to have full control over his reaction, add the fact that a mere few seconds ago, you were just innocently hugging him from behind, peering over his shoulder at what he’s doing. he’d been too relaxed.
the sound he let out makes a laugh bubble up from your throat, and he all but snarls, raising his arm to sling over the back of your head and turning his torso to the side to lock you in the crook of his elbow. “y’think you’re so funny, huh?” he grunts.
you only giggle, leaning over once again to take a mouthful of his pec that’s just sitting right there, making him let out an ‘ow!’ before he’s manhandling you to sit on top of the counter, standing in between your legs.
his hand come up to squeeze your face. “looks like we gotta put a muzzle over this pretty mouth, yeah?”
you grin. “that’s what you get for wearing your slutty little tank tops around.” which is true. those tank tops showcase his arms, shoulders, and back so well. and the little shit isn’t even aware of it.
amusement briefly breaks through his annoyed expression. “my what little tank tops?”
“your slutty little t—” your sentence is interrupted by boisterous laughter when his fingers come up to poke at your sides.
“now you’re mouthin’ off on me just right after bitin’ me, like that’s not gonna get you punished.” he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, the tip of this nose tickling you.
“i’m sorry!” you yell in between laughter, pushing his hands and face away from you.
“what if i bite you, hm?” and the petty fucker that he is, he does. leans over to your cheek and sinks his teeth in it, and now it’s your turn to yelp.
“mine was out of love!” you defend, pushing his face away once again. his tickling has stopped, but now you’re thinking you prefer that over the stinging on your cheek.
“love my fuckin’ ass. y’couldn’t have shown that love by, i don’t know, kisses or hugs, like a normal person? hm?!” he pulls your closer to him, brows still furrowed in irritation like he didn’t already get even with you.
a smile creeps up your lips, and before he could think something else of it, you’re leaning in to give him a quick kiss. “like that?”
his expression softens, but he stays quiet. you lean in once again to give him another, more lingering this time.
“yeah,” he grumbles reluctantly, “like that.”
AIZAWA has been side-eyeing you for the past five minutes, all too aware of your less than covert glances and the way you’ve been inching closer and closer towards him ever since he agreed to finish his paperwork on the bed like you’d asked.
“don’t even think about it,” he deadpans, and you freeze just as you’re about to bite down on his arm.
you groan, bumping your forehead on his arm instead. “i was so close! you couldn’t have just let me do it?!”
“what do you even get out of it? what are you, a teething baby?” he counters, eyes still on the screen of his damned computer.
“i may not be teething, but i’m still your baby,” you whine, laying on your side dejectedly, playing with the hem of the blanket like an apprehended child.
he only rolls his eyes, not even dignifying what you said with a response. you pout, turning your back onto him dramatically, rustling the covers and making the bed creak as you do. there’s only silence save for the sound of his keyboard as he types for a few minutes before he’s letting out a deep sigh.
you’re sitting up in flash, wrapping your arms around his neck as you bite and nip at his shoulder, the side of his neck, his jaw, and even his cheek.
“are you done?” he asks once you stop, fully content on just resting your head on his chest.
you land one last bite on his clothed pec before looking up at him and pressing a kiss to his chin. “love you, shouta.”
his eyes that had been on the screen until now shifts to you, softening as he presses a kiss to your forehead. “don’t think i don’t see you trying to push my laptop away with your foot, i still have to finish this.”
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WHEN YOU CUM UNEXPECTEDLY... AND HARD
Characters ~ Midoriya and Bakugo
Synopsis ~ The one where you orgasm really hard seemingly out of no where and your man’s reaction
Cw ~ NSFW, Fem!Reader, AgedUp! Midoriya & Bakugo, Fluff if you squint, Forced Orgasms? Handcuffing and Blindfolding, Foreplay, Pet Names, Ear licking, Tongue Sucking & Fucking?, Choking, Established Relationships, Vibrator, Dacryphilia, Overstim, Fingering & Cunnilingus, Y/n Playing Genshin, Rough Sex, Bakugo being Bakugo, Teasing & Slight Edging, Mind Break, A lil tap on the cheek, Squirting, [this is wild lmao but jus know it’s all consensual 💀]
A/n ~ idk why I went crazy with the Deku one um chile...anyways
“You trust me, baby?” Izuku whispered softly in your ear.
He was feeling very playful that evening as he secured a green blindfold around you eyes. You softly hummed your affirmation while nuzzling into him.
“Words, kitten,” He kissed into your neck as he got comfortable behind you. He laid with his back against the headboard with you between his legs; wide, nude, and open for his tinkering.
“You know I trust you honey,” you uttered already subconsciously rolling your hips.
“Good girl... now give me your hands.” He ordered softly to which you obediently offered your wrists over.
He secured your hands tightly behind your back with his favorite handcuffs before hiking your thighs even higher completely exposing you to the cool air.
The position was quite embarrassing even though you weren’t privy to your sight but his soft caresses distracted you.
All you could hear was his deep breathing and the feeling of his ghosting fingertips over the shells of your ears.
Your breath quickened when his warm tongue lolled over the back of your left ear.
“I-Izuku, Ah~” you shivered
He gave an absent minded noise before delving his tongue into your ear causing you to flinch cutely. The over-amplified lewd noises caused your hips to buck slightly.
He gave that ear a wet kiss before moving to the right one. As he repeated the same treatment his weathered hands softly trailed up your soft stomach before he began tweaking and massaging your neglected breasts.
Before you even realized, you were panting quite heavily. The blockage of your sight and free touch made every single one of his ministrations ignite extreme passion between your legs.
You could even feel the evidence of your deep arousal sticking uncomfortably to the sheets beneath you. Under the blindfold your eyes were also already unfocused as you let him play with your aching body.
A wet smack sounded in your ear before you felt the bed slightly dip as Izuku leaned back. You jolted at the sudden sound and movement before giving a sad noise at the separation.
“Be patient, Kitten,” he breathily chuckled as he—leaned over? Was he reaching for something?
“H-hurry, please~” You whined bunting your head affectionately into his chest.
Once he finished getting whatever he needed he finally rested back behind you before holding your jaw firmly and angling your face up towards him.
“Suck on my tongue,” he said under his breath before smushing his lips against yours.
You sucked back on his prodding tongue enthusiastically as his free hand caressed your inner thigh sensually.
As his grasp on your chin slipped to your throat he began softly fucking his tongue into your mouth and you desperately swirled and mixed your saliva with his.
You were so lost in the messy makeout session that you didn’t get to hear the aggressive buzz of a wand vibrator creeping closer to your pussy.
One particular deep fuck of his tongue caused you to gag slightly. He pulled back to give you just a quick second for sweet air before returning to his assault with more vigor.
You were in a dazed heaven as drool spilled from the corner of your mouth, happily receiving everything Izuku gave you.
But you didn’t know that he had the vibrator hovering right above your aching clit—on the 2nd highest setting.
So when he purposely shoved his tongue down your throat your hips bucked off the bed.
“MMPH~!” You desperately tried to squeal as the strong vibrations hit dead center on your clit.
You quickly slammed your hips back down already overwhelmed from just a second of the toy but Izuku followed your movement and pressed the wand directly onto you.
You felt your eyes snap to the back of your head as your orgasm pierced through you frighteningly.
Izuku quickly pulled his tongue from your mouth to witness your violent climax.
“Ah Sh-Shit! T-turn it off! Ah, P-PLEASE~” You were able to somehow choke out despite the inactivity behind your eyes.
It was too much, all the foreplay already had you on the brink, the vibrations were just too much—you were going to go insane—
But Izuku was lost in his own mind. Your sudden orgasm, the jumping of your hips, your desperate cries...He pulled your blind fold down to see those beautiful eyes—those tearful eyes. He’s never seen you like this before.
And your sweet boyfriend wanted to see more. He needed to see more. And so he did what anyone in their right mind would do.
He turned it up a notch.
And your eyes surely did cross.
[Extra! ~ From that day onward Deku always made sure to take his time and really rile up with foreplay in hopes of seeing you orgasm like that again]
“Oi, keep your fuckin’ legs open, woman,” Bakugo grunted from between your thighs.
He had his middle and ring finger knuckle deep in you as you quivered in your gaming chair. The hilichurls on your PC screen kept going in and out of focus as he purposely abused that vulnerable spot with each curl of his thick fingers.
“‘S-Suki, I c-can’t,” you gasped while fisting his hair with one hand.
You don’t know why he was being like this but the second he came over to your apartment after his heroic duties he popped a squat in-front of you and hadn’t left since.
At first he was oddly quiet while watching you play but then his hands started to wander and then somewhere along the line your panties were pulled off and promptly exploded within his hand.
He gave a huff before wheedling his big head between your thighs then placing a soft bite on the chub of your lower stomach.
“Katsuki, babyyy I’m trying to play the new update,” You whined as your attention went back to your PC.
“You’ve been playin’ that shitty game all day.” You felt him grumble on you.
“Shutup, I haven’t seen you all fuckin’ week” he snapped as he grabbed the back of both of your thighs, “just kill your stupid hilicorls”
He shifted your thighs to rest on either side of your gaming chair before giving you another bite but on your inner thigh. He continued those little chomps which soon turned into pressured kisses that left a tantalizing trails of hickies all over your most intimate area.
You subconsciously leaned back and relaxed for him, enjoying his attention. Maybe you could kill two birds with one stone by satisfying your demanding boyfriend and by clearing all your quests?
He slowly picked back up the calculated pace of his fingers that were still inside you throughout the back and forth banter from earlier. Curling and scissoring them just the way he knew would have you crashing the quickest.
“Ah~feels good, ‘Suki,” you praised softly grinding into his palm.
“‘Cause I know what the fuck I’m doing,” he pointlessly argued back before wrapping his hot lips around your aching clit.
Your cheeky giggle got caught in your throat mid-moan as he flicked his tongue aggressively in conjunction with his fingering.
Your looting and quests increasingly became less and less interesting and he pleased you. Every dig of his digits and every swirl of his saturated tongue were taking you higher and higher. Yet every time you thought you could finally peak he’d slow down his ministrations causing your head to reluctantly descend back down from the clouds.
You knew he was doing this on purpose. If you weren’t going to give him all of your attention then he wasn’t going to break you off the way you deserved.
You glared at him through your hazy gaze as he smirked against you. He licked a long stripe on your clit just to spite you and your hips embarrassing bucked up in reaction. So evil of him to tease you like this when you were practically twitching for any type of release.
You gave a short huff before crossing your arms, no long wanting to play anymore—well now you want to play with your man.
“About fuckin’ time,” he cockily said as he stood up from his knees, “So damn stubborn.”
You chose to ignore his crassness as he quickly unbuckled his pants. You didn’t have anything to bite back, all you wanted was him at the moment. Big mouth and all.
He bent his knees and lined himself up to where you need him the most. But always the one to be difficult he just had to stall.
“How bad do you want it, huh?” He grinned teethily while thumbing over your clit.
“Ugh, this isn’t the time for this,” you sighed, “Stop playing arou-NGH!~”
You gasped out as he slammed all the way in without any warning, literally knocking the wind out of you. He dick nestled contently up against your cervix as you stared up at him with wide teary eyes. He just entered you and your pussy was a twitching mess—already at the edge of cumming.
You tried to close your thighs again to gain some of leverage back but he weighed them backed down with minimal effort.
“W-wait, Katsuki Ah! W-wait,” You could already tell that you were on the brink of a very terrifying orgasm. One that you weren’t sure you could handle.
“Why, does it hurt?” He reared his hips back as a flash of worry hit him.
“N-no, it not th-that,” you struggled to explain, “but I’ll go c-crazy, I’ll-”
Relieved that you weren’t in pain he leaned down to whisper in you ear—
“Well, that’s the fucking point.” Before slamming right back against your cervix sending you head first into a mind shattering orgasm.
You didn’t even know if the sounds you were making were sexy. Your eyes were barely open but that didn’t matter—you could only see white anyways.
Your legs were shaking uncontrollably and gushes of liquid were spraying onto Katsuki’s lower abdomen. But none of that stopped him. No not at all, if anything he grew even harder inside you.
“Look at me,” He demanded as he held both sides of your face firmly. He gave your cheek a soft pat to help you regain your state of being. Although still barely holding it together you were able to meet his eyes through the brutal rolling of his hips.
“We’re not leaving this damn chair till I see you cum like that again, understood?”
[Extra! ~ Bakugo stay getting flashbacks from that day, also can’t look at that gaming chair the same... and neither can you]
A/n ~ idky but I had the hardest time writing this 😭 idk why, hopefully if I get some sleep and reread it I’ll feel better about it
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Hey can you do headcannons for Izuku who has a full on Wattpad account for his crush and his crush finds it? Idk just think it would be funny. Thanks hon!
ahhh this is like a reverse version of my fic "x reader"
i love it
maybe izuku simply forgot to logout of the computer in the library
that would be his second mistake
his first mistake was thinking it was safe to update his Wattpad account that centered around you on a public computer
but he didn't have his laptop on him and inspiration had just struck
izuku is a huge fanboy
we all know this
so are you really that surprised when you walk by and notice a computer open to a fan-page dedicated about you, written by the one and only izuku midoriya???
yes. yes you are.
after all, you have a huge crush on izuku
the thought that he's just as infatuated (if not more) about you as you are about him???
your face heats up just thinking about it
you break out of your trance when you hear a startled gasp/squeak behind you
turning around, you see the man himself, standing with his eyes wide and mouth slightly agape
"i-i-i-i-i..." he sounds like he's short circuiting
(because he is)
"I CAN EXPLAIN" he says
"I LIKE YOU" you say at the same time
no going back now
he definitely heard you, and he's definitely about to pass out
it’s fluff friday!
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bnha boys as tweets i have in my phone ;
midoriya izuku ;
todoroki shouto ;
bakugo katsuki ;
kirishima eijirou ;
kaminari denki ;
sero hanta ;
shinso hitoshi ;
iida tenya ;
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you receive a love letter in your shoe locker from an anonymous admirer
characters: bakugou katsuki, kaminari denki, kirishima eijirou, midoriya izuku, shinsou hitoshi, todoroki shouto
genre: fluff. very slight angst.
word count: 3.2k+ total, 400-700 per character
warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, feelings of doubt (mostly all fluff though)
author’s note: i’ve been on spring break so i found some time to write this! i absolutely love writing for these six (not like they’re my faves or anything pshhhhh—)
he’s already fuming the moment you open your locker and hold out the pastel pink card, sealed by a shiny heart sticker with your name written in smooth calligraphy.
it doesn’t take much for him to realize some other dunce head is trying to make moves on his girl.
and he absolutely won’t stand for it.
he stomps over to you and snatches the letter right out of your hands as you’re reading it.
your complaints go ignored behind him while he inspects the writing with the most livid expression.
you know that ugly face he makes when it comes to his over-exaggerated anger? the one with his eyes all squinted and the corners sharpened upward?
that’s his face as he continues reading, growing more twisted at every mushy sentence this anonymous admirer had the gall to say to you.
at one point, he can’t stand to read it anymore so he crumbles the letter in his fist before igniting it into crisps.
you scold him for causing such a scene and letting his anger get the best of him, but bakugou is still annoyed about it regardless.
“tch, who the hell does this shithead think they are, trying to make moves on you when we’re already together?! i’m gonna kill them when i find out who it is!” he exclaims, hands instinctively sparking with heat that scares off the other students walking by.
you mentally facepalm at this. still, you go about reassuring him that you won’t be swayed and take his hand to walk to the dorms together.
“katsu, you know it’s going to take more than a love letter to make me leave you, right?”
“heh, damn right, it’s gonna take a hell of a lot more that’s for fucking sure,” he sneers, a confident smirk on his face as he knows everyone else never had a chance with you to begin with. they can keep sending those letters and he’d make sure to burn them before they could even reach your hand.
on the way back to the dorms, he makes a conscious effort at pda—arm wrapped around your waist while his eyes glare daggers at any extra that even so much as looks at you the wrong way—asserting his claim over you.
meanwhile, having bared witness to that whole scene, your secret admirer is trembling in the corner. they make note to never send you another letter again unless they want their life to flash before their eyes in a fiery explosion.
surprisingly enough, kaminari takes the whole situation more positively than most people expected.
in fact, he’s actually prideful about it.
just as he’s about to head over to your locker so you two could walk to class together, sero pokes his shoulder.
“hey, did you see all those written love confessions in y/n’s locker?” sero whispers behind his cupped hand near kaminari’s ear.
the blond scrunches his nose, confused. “no. what love confessions?”
“the letters that were stuffed in your girlfriend’s locker.”
again, kaminari is still puzzled at this. he realizes there’s only one way to understand what sero means.
when he glances in your direction he’s met with you fumbling around with a pile of letters balanced in your arms. his vision zeroes in on the envelopes, deciphering the fancy stationary and pretty embroidery.
oh. they’re love letters.
“other people are trying to make moves on your girl. what are you going to do about it, kaminari?” sero chimes in with an important question and honestly, kaminari can’t exactly make out a solution. or rather, he feels he doesn’t need to.
sure, he should be a little annoyed over the fact that others are disregarding your relationship.
yet could he really blame them for taking such a liking to you?
you’re pretty, smart, nice—the whole damn package.
he’d be more shocked if you didn’t have any secret admirers lurking around.
kaminari decides to leave his friend’s question relatively unanswered and continues his trek to your locker.
“hey, pretty girl! whatcha got there?”
taken off guard by his appearance, you nearly drop all the letters in your arms.
“denki, you scared me!” you exclaim. “these? they’re just some love letters some anonymous person placed in my locker. don’t worry though! i don’t plan on returning their feelings.”
smiling at how quickly you reassure him, he crosses his arms behind his head. “nah i’m not worried, babe. i don’t feel threatened or anything. it only makes sense that my girl is popular after all!”
you’re pleasantly surprised by how rationally he reacts to the scenario. though, knowing his character, he can’t just seem to leave it at that.
“yep, seems like we’re quite the popular couple!” he grabs your hand, wanting to show each other off as you make your way to class.
the bakusquad sees this as another opportunity to egg him on.
“and just how many love letters have you received since the beginning of the school year, kaminari?”
the blond freezes at the question. kaminari bites back words, but begrudgingly answers.
“heya, babe!” kirishima enthusiastically calls to you, approaching your shoe locker. “ready to go back to the dorms?”
“yeah! in just a second though!” you reply.
as kirishima comes closer, he sees you occupied with some envelopes in your hand.
“what’re all those?” he asks, pointing at the refined stationary curiously.
“ah some letters gifted to me from an anonymous admirer. something about wanting to make their feelings finally known, but i’m not interested in them,” you say, clearing up everything before a misunderstanding could arise.
“oh, that’s cool.”
you quirk a brow at how relatively chill he is at this revelation. you were expecting a bigger reaction at this, but kirishima just simply smiles his genuine, care-free smile.
you don’t think much of it though. shoving the letters in your bag to dispose of later, you walk side-by-side with him to the dormitories.
little do you realize that kirishima actually mistakens this as pure, platonic admiration rather than infatuation.
to him, if they had really wanted to profess their love to you, they’d do it in person where you could see and hear them. not behind fancy penmanship and some pretty paper.
after all, that’s what a true man would do!
but as the days continue to roll by, he’s starting to have second thoughts.
“y/n, i’m telling you, with the amount of letters you keep receiving from them, you gotta find out who this person is!” he overhears mina lecturing you at your desk, going through another pile of notes that were left in your locker from that morning. lately, you’ve been greeted by an astounding number of these things each time you visited your locker.
“mina, there’s definitely no need for me to go out of my way to find this person.”
“aw, but look at all the sweet things they said about you!” mina recites a line from one of many letters. she muses about how the writer sentimentally compares your aura to that of a dandelion wisp in the wind—free and lighthearted yet fleeting and out of reach.
you roll your eyes, indifferent, but one side-glance at kirishima from your desk tells you that he’s beginning to interpret the situation differently.
the redhead has to admit that all those things that anonymous admirer said to you were… pretty sweet.
kirishima has always been a man of action—an passionate believer that actions spoke volumes compared to words alone. however, after hearing all of that, he’s wondering how he’s able to compete in that aspect.
he seeks you out during lunch and asks you something beneath a lonely corner of trees.
“y/n, do those kinds of things make you happy..?”
you tilt your head, curious about what he’s exactly referring to. one glimpse back at his demeanor in the classroom earlier with mina gives you an idea.
“do you mean all those letters i keep getting?”
kirishima nods slowly.
“well… i have to admit, it is nice to know that i’m ‘liked’ by other people,” you phrase delicately. “but all those pretty letters and sweet words don’t mean anything to me if they aren’t coming from you. besides, i always thought it’s better to let your actions speak for you, don’t you think?”
hearing your answer, kirishima’s face lights up immediately. before you can properly react, a pair of lips meet your cheek.
you rub the warm skin where his lips touched, flustered for a moment. kirishima grabs your hand, walking you two back to the lunchroom with a newfound surge of conviction in his steps.
“ooh, look midoriya, seems like someone else has a crush on your girl.”
as midoriya’s tidying up his red shoes and bringing out his slippers for class, his male classmates inform him of the pink envelope held in your hands.
midoriya looks over in your direction. he watches as you peel the letter out of the envelope and begin reading its contents.
he doesn’t miss the slight flustered look on your features, observing how you scan through the writing while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, glancing over your shoulder as if your secret admirer was peering at you from behind.
“you better hold onto her tightly if you don’t want her stolen from you,” one of the boys warns, more so as a joke, but midoriya doesn’t take their banter lightly.
“knock it off, guys. just because someone else likes her doesn’t mean she’s going to leave me or anything,” he says this with as much confidence as he can muster, but his demeanor betrays him.
when he goes past your desk in the classroom later, he can’t seem to meet your eyes.
“good morning, izuku!” you greet him mirthfully. however, midoriya fails to return the greeting with the same enthusiasm.
“g-good morning, y/n…”
it’s hard for you not to notice that something is up by the way he heads straight to his desk afterward without another word.
throughout class, midoriya finds it a challenge to concentrate on anything but that letter you received that morning. his mind stumbles into the hole of bad possibilities—ones of you leaving him, those sweet words from your anonymous admirer making your heart flutter more than he ever has.
“—zuku… ‘zuku… izuku!”
he gets pulled out from his thoughts by your voice and turns to see the concerned look on your face.
“you okay? you haven’t touched your pork cutlet bowl this entire time.”
he stares down at his food, untouched since he sat down. “oh sorry, i guess something’s just been on my mind today.”
your brows knit together. “it’s about the letter i got today, isn’t it?”
midoriya stares at you, debating whether to deny your statement, but knows it’s pointless to try when it must have been obvious.
you take his silence as confirmation and grasp his hand that lays flat on the table.
“izuku, look at me,” you tell him and watch as his eyes slowly trail to you. “you know i wouldn’t leave you over some silly letter, right? no amount of words they can say to me could ever make me think differently about you.”
at this, a comforted smile spreads on midoriya’s face. he nods and squeezes your hand as a sign he took your words to heart before chowing down on his food, the uncertainty inside him disappearing.
“another one?” you inquire to yourself in disbelief, opening your shoe locker to discover a rose-colored envelope waiting for you atop your slippers.
“dang, y/n, that’s like the fourth one this week!” uraraka comments, peeking over your shoulder.
“ooh! i wanna see what they wrote for you this time!” mina approaches from behind. you allow her to grab the delicate letter from your fingertips.
she over-exaggeratedly clears her throat, unwrinkling the paper by pinching at the sides. “‘you are the one who brought me sunshine when i only saw rain.’”
“aw! how sweet!” uraraka clasps her hands above her heart, seeming almost moved.
though the girls are all smitten by the love poem, you bite your tongue, hoping to suppress the urge to gag in front of them.
your boyfriend shinsou is on equal wavelength as you, witnessing the scene unfolding so early in the morning. he’s grown tired of replaying this spectacle for the past four days now.
his eyes navigate to the note and envelope in mina’s hand. by the script and the use of the same stationary, shinsou can tell the love letters you’ve been receiving are all from the same person.
“damn dude, you got some serious competition.” overhearing the girls, kaminari jabs at shinsou’s sides teasingly. “so, you gonna do anything about that mysterious guy trying to go after your girl?”
the violet-haired boy shrugs. “why should i? it’s not like i feel threatened.”
kaminari whistles at his confidence.
shinsou says he doesn’t care about it, putting on a level-headed and indifferent facade. but that was honestly far from the truth.
in actuality, he’s a bit pissed.
what kind of person goes around sending anonymous love messages to someone who’s already in a relationship? what the hell do they hope to gain out of doing this?
shinsou more than trusts you won’t be swayed by them, no matter how many times those notes discourteously greet you every morning.
you never bring up the topic of the letters whenever you two are alone, not wanting shinsou to be bothered over it and create a hassle. all in all, he’s grateful for this, and also for the fact that you make a point of never taking any of those letters seriously and dump them into the trash bin whenever the chance arises.
however, he can tell by your body language that the whole situation bothers you and makes you uneasy.
so, during one incredibly early morning, he decides to do some scouting.
he plays off his odd punctuality by saying he left something in the classroom yesterday and wants to get there early to look for it.
lo and behold, he finds a male student hovering around the lockers—suspiciously darting his head back and forth to be on the lookout for any other students.
little does he realize he’s already been caught red-handed.
“hey you.” shinsou abruptly calls out to him and the boy nearly jumps. “what are you doing here?”
the boy panics at his question, fumbling with his answer while hiding something behind his back—what shinsou presumes to be another one of those cheesy letters.
“u-um, just want to get to class early!” he sputters.
“is there any special reason you’re standing in front of my girlfriend’s locker then? ’cause last i checked, the lockers for general education students were located on the opposite side.” shinsou emphasizes his words with a bite of malice, arms crossed.
“i just lost my way is all–” the student suddenly stops mid-speech, his words and actions forcibly coming to a halt. all thoughts are overturned in the presence of shinsou’s quirk.
“i’m going to make this quick and easy for you to understand. not only are you going to forget about this conversation, but you’re also going to stop handing my girlfriend those love letters.” shinsou bends down to the boy’s height, staring at the abyss in his expression.
“and i’d also appreciate it if you kept your eyes off what’s mine.”
it’s safe to say, your influx of letters had been effectively cut off after that day.
todoroki is no stranger to finding love letters from avid admirers and fans in his shoe locker before and after classes.
in fact, an unprecedented number of them had begun taking up all the space there after his impressive performance at the sports festival.
when he started dating you, however, he had made a clear declaration that he wouldn’t be accepting anymore of them.
but to be on the opposite end of having to watch you unlatch the door of your locker to have letters and notes practically tumbling out, todoroki wasn’t exactly sure what to make of this feeling that made his stomach twist into knots.
he notices the alarming amount of them and concludes they’re all from various students in different grades and departments.
“y/n, you’re getting pretty popular,” uraraka says, eyeing the stack of envelopes. “must be your dance performance from the culture festival! i remember you did get a lot of cheers in the crowd.”
“guess all those cheers came with a lot of fanboys, huh?” the invisible girl, hagakure, teases.
you jokingly nudge at them to stop with the teasing, but pause when your eyes cross todoroki’s. he’s giving you a look you can’t decipher—one that edges between troubled and apathetic yet you can’t tell which it is.
you send him a nod, silently acknowledging his presence as he waits for you to finish your business so you could head back to the dorms together.
watching you dispose of the various piles of letters has todoroki contemplating about what uraraka and hagakure commented on. about how popular you were getting and how your admirers have been bold enough to profess their reverence for you despite your relationship status.
todoroki’s not entirely sure what to make of this information. he doesn’t linger on it for long though when you finally approach him, your sneakers slipped on and your backpack securely hanging off your shoulders.
“ready to head home?”
a smile finds his lips at your appearance. he softly utters his response.
during the small distance to the dormitories, todoroki reaches for your hand and intertwines your fingers together. as seemingly minor the gesture is at this point of your relationship, it’s a detail you mentally take note of.
usually, when it came to publicly displaying physical forms of affection, you were the one to initiate it. you have to admit, seeing the assertive side of todoroki is like a small breath of fresh air.
as you continue your short journey home, a couple of male students walking by greet you enthusiastically. though you wave back to kindly acknowledge them, you feel the grip on your hand tighten, followed by a slight tug closer to todoroki’s side.
that alone is enough for you to realize something is definitely troubling him.
“sho, is there something wrong?” you ask, steps still walking in tandem with him.
todoroki’s voice doesn’t waver in the slightest as he replies, “no, why would you think that?”
“you’ve been awfully possessive all of a sudden,” you note, “is this because of those letters from earlier?”
you quirk a brow, amused. “is that a yes or a no?”
now todoroki is silent. your steps come to a halt. not parting your laced hands from his, you turn to look him in the eye.
“it’s just… when i realize that there are other people looking at you the same way i do, i get… uneasy.” his gaze drops to the ground as he confesses this, hand squeezing yours. the uncomfortable churning in his stomach settles a bit now that the words are out, but he finds it hard to ease the atmosphere.
this is where you picked up from where he left off. your hand goes to his cheek, gently cupping it so you can tilt his head up at you.
“oh shouto, you have to know that you’re the only one for me and i don’t plan on looking at anyone else but you,” you assure him. todoroki stares into your eyes, and in them, he can’t find any hesitance or flutter of doubt.
at this, he lifts your twined hands and grazes your knuckles ever so softly against his lips, wondering whatever troubled him so much to begin with.
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bnha boys introducing you to their family (gif reaction)
warnings - endeavor is in hawks part !!
characters - midoriya, bakugou, todoroki, dabi, & hawks
oh the midoriyas are nervous as hell. you're coming over for dinner and meeting for the first time ?? inko’s freaking out. cleans their house top to bottom at least 3 times. "izuku, does the lamp look better here or over there? what does y/n like to eat? does this outfit look like i'm trying too hard?" all of this chaos is adding to midoriya's own anxiety. "m-mom please calm down. y/n will be here in 10 minutes." he should really take his own advice because his shaky hands cause him to drop the utensils he was holding. the loud noise freaks out inko and she trips over the plant, knocking it over. omg cue horrified noises from both of them. luckily the food was done because as they struggle picking up the last bits of the broken pot, the doorbell rings. they welcome you in trying to hide everything that just happened lol. once you three are sitting at the table, inko is just watching your reactions to her cooking. please let her know it’s good ☹️ eventually light conversation makes things more comfortable and midoriya even holds your hand and looks at you with a loving smile as you talk to his mom. this warms inko’s heart and she knows, her son chose well 💕
bakugou did not want you to meet his mom, at least so soon. his dad maybe, but not her. he knows how she is. mitsuki would tell you his embarrassing childhood moments or expose the times she has caught him simping for you. somehow mitsuki makes him bring you over for lunch. she’s really friendly and welcomes you with a hug. “omg y/n. i have been dying to meet you!! come in please.” bakugou is twitching and looking for the nearest exit but his mom is one step ahead of him and drags him to the table. “unfortunately katsuki’s father couldn’t make it. it’s just me.” “no worries!” mitsuki asks you questions about yourself. “you know y/n. i was worried this brat wouldn’t introduce us.” she says as she turns to him. “katsuki has changed since he met you.” the rest of the meal and conversation go smoothly. you say your goodbye and bakugou walks you out. when he comes back, he sighs a breath of relief until he feels a whack on his head. “listen! they’re a good one, treat them well.” mitsuki places her hands on her hips. “if you don’t, i have plenty of stories ☺️ ” he better be on his best behavior lol. bakugou won’t admit it but he liked watching you get along with his mom 💗
todroki would be hesitant to introduce you to his family. meeting his dad is out of the question, he's very protective of you. he doesn’t know what he'd do if his father made any offensive remarks about you. natsuo and fuyumi are his first choice. but, natsuo and his college life conflicted with that day so, it’s just his sister. fuyumi is so happy for todoroki and wants everything to go well. she’s trying so hard to make things comfortable for you. her food is amazing do not even lie. his sister even tries to seem fun by telling you a joke lol. “y/n, why did the tomato turn red?” “why?” “because it saw the salad dressing, ha ha.” finger guns unironically. laugh out of politeness pls ajshshjsks. fuyumi is in awe when she sees you two clean up together. shouto is smiling and expressive around you. his sister smiles to herself, happy her brother has found someone 🥺 later down the line in your relationship, todoroki would introduce you to his mom. rei practically knows everything about you and already loves you. the way todoroki would talk about you during his visits ?? she has to meet the person making her son happy 💞
"never gonna happen." is what dabi says when you ask to meet his family. this is a very obvious answer if he’s told you his past. if not, this sounds hurtful and he knows that. so, he'd introduce you to the lov. dabi strikes me as a possessive person, so he was kinda hesitant sharing lol. "this is my family now." he gestures over towards the members of the lov. shigaraki probably playing some video game and barely acknowledges you. twice and toga come over and introduce themselves. “so, you’re dabi’s lover! you’re really cute!” toga can’t hide her excitement. twice is a shake your hand “i’m twice. dabs never wanted to introduce you and i see why.” kinda guy. dabi is like 😪 mr.compress and spinner introduce themselves later on while kurogiri is very hospitable. offers you something to eat or drink. they try not to make a big deal out of it because dabi hates that kinda thing. you sit with dabi on the couch while they practically interview you lol. dabi silently watches and pulls you closer to him. woah. they’re shook. dabi? showing some? idk? affection? but they don’t point it out cuz then they risk getting burnt 😬
sadly, keigo doesn't have family or loved ones and barely trusts any colleagues. who can he bring you home to ?? i feel like this would make him feel a bit insecure. makes him stay up at night wondering if you'll find someone else that has a big family to welcome you. keigo holds you a bit tighter when it crosses his mind. he'd mention you here and there. the pro heroes like mirko and edgeshot have seen a photo of you. even endeavor knows about you. i don't think keigo would plan for you to meet them until accidentally, it happens. you would be working your 9-5 when you see the number one hero and your boyfriend walk in. keigo's eyes light up when he sees you, "hey dove. hope i'm not distracting you." he walks up to where you're at and enji follows. "uh this is y/n. y/n this is-" "endeavor." enji bows and you do too. "keigo. please don't overwork yourself today. you got this." enji watches keigo melt at your words "i won't. love you." they exit the building after getting what they needed. the moment makes endeavor wonder if his kids will find someone like you. since nothing bad happened, keigo is already thinking of introducing you to mirko 💖
a/n - i struggled shortening these omg. the first draft was so long 😭
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— angsttober day #23: zombie (part two)
pairing(s): izuku midoriya x gn!reader
wc: 0.7k+ words
summary: staying in top condition as a UA student is crucial to even make it through the day. you get a rather good example of it today.
content: midoriya cares about you a whole lot ;-; reader is falling behind in studies, burn out, overworking, clarified relationship
notes: WE’RE ALMOST FINISHED WITH THE EVENT EVERYONE ψ(｀^´)ψ LET’S GO LET’S GO LET’S GO LET’S GOOO OO O
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the whole way to the training grounds, midoriya was shaking like a leaf. he wouldn’t stop bickering about how you shouldn’t be training in your condition and how you should be in bed, his worries embedded with exaggerated gestures and fiddling. you pushed each comment and beg aside. as much as you did want to curl up into a blanket and rest your head for the remainder of the day, you pushed on. after all, aizawa had already given you too many warnings for you to have anymore leeway.
it’s not because you were a bad student—the reason was anything but that. you didn’t cause too much trouble and you had a fair amount of skills. it’s simply because UA demanded so much out of you. the work started to pile on and everyone started to excel far too fast for you to keep up. your boyfriend said it was okay for you to learn at a different pace, but it was the easiest for him to say out of anyone. the second you pulled that all nighter chock-full of mental and physical training, you knew today was going to be a hard slap in the face.
after a while, you and izuku finally caught up to your classmates. from the plain, circular field of dirt that stood in front of you, you assumed it wouldn’t be too much in technical terms. it wouldn’t help either way.
you couldn’t focus on what aizawa was saying, your mind shutting down with each word he spoke. you could only see his lips moving. unseen by you, midoriya didn’t take his eyes off you the whole lecture. a frown stayed constant on his face until the very end of aizawa’s speech. he felt helpless, and he hated it.
“now, everyone. split into two teams,” aizawa instructed; that was the only thing you caught onto. you didn’t think of much as you gravitated to a random group of people. izuku followed suit.
he tapped you on the shoulder. “y/n, i really don’t think you should be participating,” he urged.
you waved your hand. “don’t worry about it,” you droned. “i’ll be.. fine.” you let out a yawn and rubbed your eyes.
izuku didn’t have a chance to scold you again: a sharp whistle sounded from the center of the circle. snapping his head to the direction of the sound, he heard aizawa speak:
“first person from each team, make your way to the center of the circle.”
you and izuku looked down, then behind you.
there you stood at the front of a line that had accumulated behind you, including izuku. he grabbed ahold of your shoulders, squeezing a bit too strongly. “y/n, you don’t have to go. just tell aizawa sensei!”
you really wanted to take izuku’s word for it—that everything would be okay if you asked to step out. but you and aizawa both knew you had been cutting too many corners and you had to get your shit together sooner or later. you guessed aizawa thought this had to be that day. it wasn’t going to go well for you.
after a beat, you on the verge of falling asleep, you brushed izuku’s hands off your shoulders. “like i said…” you started to walk away from him and to ochako standing in the center, aizawa making his way out of the ring. you called out.
“i’ll be fine!”
you made it to the center and looked up. ochako was already looking back af you with a worried gaze.
“y/n, are you okay?” she asked quietly, fiddling with her fingers. “i didn’t want to bug you during class since you were with izuku… but you don’t seem your best.” she tilted her head to the side.
you shrugged. “i’m good. don’t hold anything back for my sake, or you’ll get an earful from aizawa sensei.”
now was apparently now the time to joke, for ochako meekly nodded and brought her fists near her cheeks.
“oh, we’re sparring?” you asked simply. ochako’s eyes shot wide open with confusion, but the whistle blew again.
you zoned out as recovery girl spoke to you and all might, who was standing near the door. the only things you could got from whatever she was saying was
1: you wouldn’t be doing any physical studies any time soon.
2: whatever the reason was, it was worse than anyone would’ve thought.
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