#poly!bakudeku

[dekus-fellow-crybaby]

Bibliophile Brew

Pairings: Bakudeku x barista!reader

Summary: When managing your parent's book cafe while they're away, you meet Wonder Duo Dynamight and Deku.

Warnings: SFW. No smut, but (bc I'm me) it may be included in part 2, so Minors DNI. Fluff, aged-up characters, minor SA mentioned briefly but not described (old perv gets handsy with a teenage barista), language, misunderstanding, eventual BKDK x reader. Lmk if I forgot anything!

I’ll release part 2 when this reaches 100 likes and 25 reblogs!

Word Count: 5.5k

God, the morning rush sucks. You wish something more creative or productive was swimming in your head while looking at the long line of impatient people crowding the cafe. You send a silent prayer that you don’t catch whatever illness plagued your morning barista that caused her to call out so suddenly before her shift that caused you to cover for her…on your one day off. Sometimes helping with running your family's business sucks.

"Thank you, and have a great day!" you say sweetly as you hand the customer their order before rushing back to the cash register for the next order. The entire morning was a back-and-forth of rushed orders, messily thrown together coffees, and half-listened to thanks. Luckily, most were your regulars, and you had a fairly solid routine down for the typical orders. It was all going very smoothly for a solo shift. Until near the end of the rush when some new people came in.

The dwindled crowd of customers parted like the Red Sea with the presence of a spiky-headed blonde with red eyes and a bubbly man with a black cap over a head of curly green hair. That man stopped to talk to a few of the customers who swarmed him, pulling the mask down his face and offering a dazzling smile. The other man's face fell into indifference while his partner busied himself with chatting, and he made his way up to the front of the line as the rest of your customers broke formation in crowding the other man. If you hadn't been so sleep-deprived from the closing shift the night before and running around the entirety of the opening shift, you might have recognized the customer in front of you and his friend as pro heroes number one and two in their streetwear, but you were dazed and too tired to realize that fact. You give your signature customer service smile—the exact same one that you give to all your customers—and then ask for his order. In a gruff, perpetually agitated tone, he recites his and the other man's orders. The rest of the cafe seems to be bursting with nervous energy, something you dismiss, thinking that maybe these people know each other (you don’t know them so can’t rule it out)—the green-haired man certainly is friendly enough with everyone to have so many connections—or maybe these men were idols—they both are by far pretty enough, and it's not like you'd know either way since your life was far too busy to keep up with the trending celebrities. But something about them does strike you as familiar...whatever, you don't have time to ruminate on that now.

You scribble down both orders and you utter the simple question, "Name?" without looking up while you're writing. A moment passes and you look up at the blonde, confusion hitting you at the shock on his face.

"You...don't know my name?" He almost scoffs while asking the question, and a huff of a breathless, disbelieving laugh passes his lips as if that explanation is utterly ridiculous.

"Umm," you felt stuck. If you answer honestly, you have the feeling that he would take offense. If you lie, well, you don't lie. You hate liars and you've learned that dishonesty has a way of making any situation worse. Not to mention, he would be expecting you to write his name on the cup, and you seriously doubt your ability to pull a name out of your ass and be right about it. "I—umm—should I?" Yeah, he seems mad, or at least, incredulous at the idea that you don't know who he is.

He opens his mouth to respond but before a syllable leaves him, the green-haired man comes behind him, patting him on the back while sending you a charming smile over his shoulder. He maneuvers to stand next to his partner, circling the three of you in your own conversation. "You can just put it under Kacchan," he says sweetly, smiling brightly. The blonde scoffs while the greenette pulls out 10,000 yen from his wallet and hands it to you. You scramble to gather his change before he waves off your slightly panicked monetary calculations. "You can keep the change."

"But..." you're dumbfounded while staring at the half-collected change in your hands. "But I can't—I mean, you're order was only 1,700 yen–"

"He said take the fucking change!" the blonde bursts out, crossing his arms with a scowl and sending your shoulders jumping from the harsh sound. "Just be grateful for it! Geez!"

“Kacchan!” The green-haired man pats the blonde's arm soothingly with a juxtaposed pointed look on his facial features.

"I-I am grateful!" you stammer, bowing slightly to the two men. "I apologize, I just didn't want to unwittingly take advantage and wanted to be certain. It-it was just a bit shocking, is all."

"Oh, no need to apologize!" The greenette man begins to ramble, shaking his hands in front of himself. "I really appreciate your integrity! It means a lot! Not a lot of vendors are so honest, so it is a really admirable quality! N-not that I meant that I don’t trust workers! I’m not making a generalization to your profession or anything! We're sure you work very hard and that it’s a difficult job! You know, you just hear all these horror stories about service industry jobs and the sort of nightmare customers you're sure to put up with. Not that anyone in here seems like a nightmare customer! Though, I am sure that you put up with plenty of those kinds of customers too...I'm sure that we seem like nightmare customers...Just ignore Kacchan, he's always had an--umm--explosive personality. But consider this as a tip. Not that--uhh--not that it looks like you need it or anything! This isn’t charity...It's more like an apology, I guess. The point that I was trying to make is please keep the change and please don't feel uncomfortable about it at all." He ends his ramblings with a somewhat nervous smile and a slight blush over his cheeks, which oddly enough, eases your own anxiety. You offer a shy smile and nod.

"Thank you, sir," you say as you put the change back into the till. You give them the receipt and move to make the drinks, finally noticing the amount of eyes that are on the two customers. Were they all watching?

You make the new order with lightning speed and accuracy, giving them their drinks with a sweet smile and a friendly, "Thank you, and have a great day!" The boys smile at you—well, the green-haired man smiles and the blonde offers a half-hearted nod of recognition—and you hop right back into your flow, taking the next customer while the blonde grabs the greenette’s arms to drag him away from heading to the door and instead taking the corner booth. You can't help but notice the number of people whose eyes are instantly drawn to the two, even as you're taking orders from your newly distracted patrons. Eventually, the crowd dissipates, each customer making sure to pay a visit to the corner booth before leaving. You can't help the way your eyebrows pull together at the way everyone is acting towards the two. You decide that they have to be idols or something, but it's not your place to ask or bother them about it. They're your customers, their business is their own.

With the sudden lull of having only a few patrons left, you start making the cleaning rounds, wiping down every inch of your parent's cafe with disinfectant, bouncing from table to empty table, picking up trash, and cleaning every surface. You try not to let your eyes drift to the mystery men, but you can't help the way your curious mind keeps drifting back to them. You could swear that they look familiar, though you're also sure that you would remember two handsome faces such as theirs.

While you're distracting yourself by cleaning the front glass on the display case, you feel an unnatural heat coming from behind you. Turning your head, you jump back into the glass case, startled by the blonde's sudden appearance and close proximity. You gather that this man isn't well-versed in social normalities, otherwise he wouldn’t be invading your space. He's not even phased by your skittishness, though you're suddenly sheepish about your dramatic reaction.

"Sorry," you stutter softly, nervously scratching a nail at the back of your ear. "Can I help you?"

"Sorry," he huffs, turning away instantly to pout at the ground.

"Umm, I don't—"

"For earlier," he interrupts. “It’s been brought to my attention that I was apparently being rude.”

"Oh no!" You wave off nervously, smiling sheepishly. “It’s really okay! No need to apologize.”

"SEE??" He snapped, whipping around to face the other man who was sitting at the booth shaking his head in his palms. The sudden shout pulls a small yelp from your lips in surprise. "I told you, ya damn nerd! Making a big deal outta nothin'!" You look away bashfully, your face hot when the few remaining patrons direct their attention towards the two of you. You turn to walk back behind the counter but you're stopped by an arm that reaches out between you and your exit route to lean against the freshly polished glass. You pout at the new smudges and meet his vermillion eyes with your own sad ones. His eyes study you for a moment, looking for something on your features. You felt like a bug under a microscope with the scrutiny you felt from his glare. "So, before...did you really not know who we are?"

"Umm," your eyes dart to the side, noticing the other man dragging his feet towards his comrade. You suddenly feel cornered, wishing that you could be back behind the safety of the counter. "I—sorry..."

"Hey," the emerald-haired man smooths, "no need to apologize. We should just introduce ourselves. I'm Midoriya Izuku, and this is Kacch—I mean, Bakugo Katsuki." Oh. Those were names that you knew. You stand stunned for a moment, tired eyes wide and a blush spreading at the embarrassment of not knowing before.

Bowing your head, you shyly say, "It is nice to meet you both."

While you're still bowed to the two men, a look passes between the both of them over your head. By the time you lift your face again, their eyes are back on you and your eyes are shifting to look at anything besides the bulking pro heroes in front of you as you give your name.

"It's nice to meet you, as well," Midoriya says while Bakugo folds his arms over his chest and nods in acknowledgment. "The tea was amazing, by the way."

"Thank you," you softly reply. "It's a fan favorite here. My mom taught me how to brew it perfectly."

"Well, it was delicious," he answers. "Your mother taught you well." Your lips turn up bashfully as you nod.

"I'll be sure to let her know, thank you."

"The coffee was good," Bakugo muttered. His voice was so quiet, you nearly missed it, already used to his typically booming voice since you met him the mere hour beforehand. You weren't expecting him to express his delight in the drink, and you could tell that he was one to withhold such approval. Your smile couldn't help but widen at his comment, instant pride filling your gut with flutters at the praise. While his words fill your stomach with butterflies, the brightened expression on your face sends the pro heroes' stomachs flipping.

"I-I'm glad you enjoyed it," you beam. A moment passes between the three of you, eyes flickering between one another before the front door rings with a new customer. "I-I should get back to work...but, let me know if you want anything." You smile sweetly and scoot away from the men, padding around the counter to welcome your new patron with a sugary, “Welcome to the Bibliophile Brew.” Katsuki smirks as he watches you kindly speak with your customer, turning to Izuku and leaning in to lowly say to him.

"I know what I want."

Some days you cursed yourself for being such a good daughter. Days like today when you sat crammed into a corner booth to keep an eye on the cafe while also juggling between the reading assignment you had for your college literature class and organizing the barista schedule for the next two weeks—a task infinitely more difficult now that you had two baristas out because of sickness. Thank God for Michi who agreed to take a couple extra shifts in their place, taking a bit of the load off of you!

While your new load of responsibility was exhausting, you figured that it was the least you could do for your poor parents who had to travel across the country to take care of your grandparents in their old age. You wanted to help your family as much as possible while your parents were away, meaning that for the rest of the summer, you’d be bouncing between your summer classes and managing the cafe. Luckily, you decided not to take on too many classes during the off-season, and what you did enroll in were all online courses, so you could focus on the classes in your own time—though that time was becoming less and less with the sudden boom in business the last few days. Word got around that your parents’ cafe was a hang-out spot for pro heroes—not true considering the number one and two heroes only came in that one time—but the rumor still helped business so you weren’t going to complain about the sudden influx of cash.

You also weren’t going to turn down more tips for yourself and your baristas. Apparently, someone had also posted a video of Deku’s rant on the difficulties of the hard-working service-industry employee and the importance of tipping—not what you thought was the intent of his rambling but you still appreciated the sentiment of it—and people just took off with it. You noticed an inflow of better tippers and friendlier customer-barista exchanges since then. The impact that a simple video with the Symbol of Peace had over a nation was astounding to you. It left you in complete awe of his incredible influence.

“Hey, boss,” Sukki’s voice called out, bringing you out of your Deku daydreaming, and reminding you of the focus you should be having on your mountain of work. Turning your eyes up, you take a look at Sukki’s concerned features through your reading glasses. Your mind immediately drowns in word, and you begin looking past her around at the café.

“What’s wrong? Something happened?” She’s place is a hot cup on the table in front of you.

“Nothing happened,” she says. “Everything is running smoothly. Almost perfectly.”

Your brows pull together and confusion. “Then—”

“So smoothly in fact,” she interrupted, kneeling at the side of the booth, and looking up at you gently, as if speaking with a toddler, “that we don’t even need you here.” She gently prize the schedule paper from your white-knuckle grip.

“But—”

“How much sleep did you get last night?” Ooh, you did not want to answer that. However, you didn’t have to verbally answer since the way your face contorts into a cringe is answer enough. “Go home, get some sleep. Me and the girls can figure out the schedule for you.“

“But you shouldn’t have—”

“And you shouldn’t be working yourself like this. It’s unhealthy.” You want to argue, but you can’t, so instead you pout.

“Why did you bring me a coffee then?”

“It’s hot chocolate. I don’t like giving you any sugar, but I also know that you need a treat, it’s better than another cup of coffee.”

“So you're trying to make sure I crash on sugar, then?”

“At least you may actually get some sleep, then.“ You snort and roll your eyes, trying to hide your touched smile behind the lid of your cup. Suki has known you since your high school days, having started as a classmate, then best friend, which led to being coworkers, too. Because of this Sukki would take care of you, whenever you would be teetering on the edge of burnout, which was often as of late. He struggled to take breaks for yourself, fearing that your responsibilities will pile up, and you’d eventually let everyone else down.

“Can I at least finish the reading?”

She takes a moment to consider this before sighing. “Fine. But if you’re staying here, you’re not working.” She swipes the handwritten schedule from the table and holds it out of your reach. “And I am taking this. Now, finish your homework, so you can go home and sleep.” You offer her a two-finger salute as she walks away, mumbling about how she doesn’t understand why you’re still handwriting your stuff.

After a while of reading, the words begin to blur together, and your eyes grow heavy. The hot chocolate—half drunk and lukewarm now—seems to be the only thing your tired eyes could focus on. For the past moments—God only knows the true measurement of time, but it only felt like a mere few minutes—your gaze had been trained on your abandoned beverage instead of the words dancing over the numerous pages. You didn't look away from the abnormally interesting cup until a tall figure plopped into the booth seat across yours, a large shadow being cast over the object of your attention. The sudden presence drew your eyes to your unexpected visitor and to say you were shocked by the identity of your mystery guest would be an understatement. You gape at the green-haired pro hero sitting across from you, smiling brightly, his eyes sparkling underneath the curls falling in front of them.

"Umm..." You look around, wondering if you were seeing things correctly or if you had actually fallen asleep in the booth and were now dreaming. But looking around the cafe, everything seems normal, except for the amount of eyes on you and your surprise guest. Your eyes fall back into Deku as you swallow thickly. "Hi?"

"Hey!" he beams, the freckles and dimples on his face becoming more apparent with the brightness if his features as he spoke. "It's nice to meet you again," he says sweetly, and you can't help the way your stomach flutters or how your heart picks up pace, a flush filling your cheeks.

"Yeah, it's nice to see you, too," you reply. "You here for another matcha?"

He chuckles a bit, flattered that you remember his order from his first visit. "Well," he states, leaning forward with his elbows on the tabletop, his voice lowering, "I couldn't think of anywhere else I could get tea as delicious as yours."

You didn't know what his was about that compliment that sent your heartbeat racing. Maybe it was his pretty virescent eyes trained on you or maybe it was the hush in his voice that made it feel as if his words were meant for you and you alone, but whatever it was, the comment had your face flaming.

"Thank you, Mr. Deku," you bashfully say. "I'm not sure I'm deserving of such high praise."

"You are," he states matter-of-factly. "And you can call me Midoriya. I doubt that I'm much older than you are, and I'm definitely not old enough for 'Mr.'" He teasingly cringes at his own use of the title, causing a giggle to slip from your lips. You don't notice the pride that puffs out his chest as he watches you laugh, knowing that he caused such a sweet sound to bubble from your throat.

"Sorry," you say, your tone much lighter and relaxed after your small giggle fit. "I won't make that mistake again, Midoriya."

"Please don't," he chuckles. He nods towards the book sitting on the tabletop with your hand resting atop the open pages. "So, business or pleasure?"

"School, actually," you answer, tucking your bookmark between the pages and closing the book to offer the pro hero your full attention.

"Oh, then both." You giggle again and he can't help but join you until Sukki stops at the table with Deku's tea and a second hot chocolate for you.

"Your tea, Mr. Deku," Sukki says tightly, obviously starstruck and nervous, it reminds you of Deku's early interviews where he seemed so frightened of the camera. It only worsens when he flashes her his number one hero smile, followed by a sweet and peppy, "Thank you!"

Sukki squeaks a bit, face flushing, and she bows slightly as she utters, "Umm, my pleasure, sir!" When she straightens her spine she gives you a pointed what-the-hell-is-happening-here look which you answer with a subtle I-have-no-idea shrug. You decide that you should get some answers.

"So, is there anything I could do for you, Midoriya?" He stops to look you in the eyes, the cup stalling in mid-air before completing its journey to his lip. He chuckles and sets the beverage onto the countertop.

"You assume I have an ulterior motive for being here?" You shrug, not wanting to offend him with an accusation, but that's exactly what you were implying.

"I'm just curious why you want to sit with a stranger."

"But we're not really strangers, you call me Midoriya now." You raise an eyebrow at the evasiveness, and he relents with the simple motion. "Okay, I'll admit that I didn't just come here for the tea." You fake gasp, dramatically smacking a hand to your chest in faux disbelief. He rolls his eyes. “I came to apologize.”

Your nose wrinkles at that and you can’t help the disbelieving chuckle that escapes your lips. “For what?”

“For that video,” he answers simply, obviously. “I’m sure you’ve seen it by now.”

“I mean, yeah, but I was there so I didn’t really have to watch it,” you giggled a bit. He didn’t seem to find it as funny as you did though.

“I’m sure it’s made things more difficult around here, too, though. Right?” You watch the crinkle of his brow, realizing how much he was internalizing any slight inconvenience he may have caused you.

“Business has actually been great since the last time you were here,” you beamed, trying your best to ease his misplaced guilt. “And the tips are better, too.” He seemed to perk up at that.

“Really?” God, this grown man was practically a puppy dog wagging his tail in front of you. It takes everything in you not to giggle at the thought.

“Really.” You shrug. “There's nothing to apologize for so don't worry about it.” He looks a little shocked at your response, the tips of his ears and the apples of his cheeks brightening with pink. He smiles at you gently.

“Well, good. I’m glad," he says sweetly, flashing his signature adorable smile. "I--well, I also wanted to make sure that you weren't having any issues. I know how some, umm, super fans can get outta hand with people they see me in a video with. Speculation can get out of hand."

“Oh," you respond, slightly taken aback. "No, I haven't had issues. Do people actually harass random video extras though?" Izuku snorts a bit at your choice of words, causing your brow to twitch and your head to tilt in confusion. Clearing his throat, he presses his lips into a disappointed line, nodding in confirmation.

"Unfortunately, yes," comes his mirthless reply. "Don't get me wrong, I love all my fans...but some of them make it a bit difficult to love them all equally."

You can't help the giggle that bubbles past your lips, the tingling sound building into your lovely laugh. "Y'know, it's okay for you not to like everyone, Midoriya."

"Oh, the nice guy in me disagrees," he sasses back, smirking to himself as he makes you laugh again.

"It's also okay to not apologize for every minor inconvenience you may or may not cause someone," you accuse pointedly. He at least has the decency to look slightly embarrassed for the point you're trying to make. "And I hope you didn't make the trip here just to check on me. I'm sure that there are more important things that deserve your attention, and I'm sure this is time you could have used for yourself."

"Well, as long as we're pointing fingers, you're allowed to take time for yourself as well," he retorts smugly. You suck a harsh breath before you bite your bottom lip sheepishly.

"How'd you know?"

"It looks like you've been overworking yourself," he answers matter-of-factly. "I'm assuming this," he starts, thumbing the book's pages that rest in front of you, "and this," he gestures to the cafe, looking around at the bustling space full of patrons who are beginning to take notice of his pro hero presence, "are responsible for your lack of self-care."

"I think you're forgetting that anything can be a form of self-care," you point out. "This can be self-care," you say holding up your cup of hot chocolate.

"A lukewarm beverage is self-care?" He raises a pensive brow.

"You're one to talk, Mr. Pro Hero Deku," you snort. "You're spending your free time here. I wouldn't exactly call that self-care."

"Well...what if I told you that this is what I wanted to do for my free time?" he shyly answers, suddenly sheepish. "If I'm honest, I kinda wanted a do-over at meeting you."

"You...did?" He nods, and you stare for a moment with wide, ruminant eyes. "How come?"

"Well, that first meeting was such a disaster," he chuckled. "It's not exactly the kind of impression I wanted to leave on such a beautiful person." He bashfully flirts, his cheeks dusting pink over the constellation of freckles over his face, and it's a whole new type of flustering when a big, beefy hero like Deku looks at you so adorably through his thick lashes with a ducting of blush gracing his freckled cheeks.

You feel your own cheeks flush at the sight, squirming in your seat and bringing your hands up to cover your burning cheeks, mumbling, "Oh...Oh! God, I'm too sleep-deprived for this kinda conversation." Your blush only worsens when he chuckles and coos at you.

"Well, m-maybe after you get a good night's sleep, we could have that conversation then," he offers. "Perhaps with...dinner while we talk about it..."

"Are you...asking me out?"

"I was trying to," he chuckles softly at himself.

"I think that I'd really like that," you answer, your face heating as a shy smile graces your lips. The greenette's face lights up in an elated grin, jade eyes sparkling with glee.

"Yeah?" You nod sheepishly. "Can I walk you home?" He asks sweetly. You nod, shyly avoiding his eyes as he snickers. You silently pack your belongings, your eye flitting toward an elated and shocked Sukki who watches from behind the counter, the coffee pot in her hand drifting away from the cup in her other hand to spill on the floor. For some reason, the sight puts you a bit at ease as you allow Midoriya to lead you out the door, his hand affectionately resting on the small of your back as if the rest of the cafe wasn't watching the scene.

Taking a deep breath, you pinch the bridge of your nose and steel yourself before fixing the offending table with a hard look. Your day was going so well, especially after your walk with Deku Midoriya the night before. You walked into work moments ago with a good night's sleep, wonderful memories of your day before, and brighter outlook on life. However, that sunny demeanor was promptly killed the minute you walked into the shop to see a sobbing teenage girl in your office being comforted by Sukki who then explained the situation in hushed tones. The righteous fury in you burned as you looked at the handsy customer leisurely sipping his beverage as if he hadn't assaulted a young lady. Turning to the teary-eyed employee you offer a sympathetic look and gently smile at her. "Amai, how about you stay in my office and take a break? I'll handle this." Making your way over, you grab an empty cup and lid from the counter.

"Hello, sir," you say in an overly sugary tone. "Hope you're enjoying the coffee. Here's a to-go cup so you can enjoy it on the go. Have a lovely day. Buh-bye now."

"What? The fuck you talking about, girlie?"

"Well, see, you broke our number one rule by harassing one of our beloved staff members," you continue in a tooth-achingly sweet customer service voice, despite the pure condescension dripping from your honeyed timbre. "Therefore, you are no longer welcome here. So, leave while I'm still being nice. Oh, and don't come back again, 'kay?"

"Look, tits—"

"That is not my name," you snap, niceties long forgotten. You also noticed the small audience that had begun to gather, the surrounding dining area falling into a slight hush with only scandalized whispers being exchanged between the audience. "Though you don't even deserve to know my name. However, if you must address me at all you may do so by calling me 'ma'am' or 'miss', but you will not address me or any woman in that manner."

He tsks and rolls his eyes at you. "You don't even know the whole story. That bitch was asking for it."

"Really?" you ask, voice coated in sarcasm. "The teenage girl was vying for the attention of some fat, old fuck like yourself? Hmm, very interesting. In that case, maybe I was too quick in my earlier words. I was being far too kind in letting you leave gracefully and quietly. So, instead, I will be calling the police. Please, sit, finish your coffee, and wait for the cops to haul your ass off."

"Why you—" His hand raises, poised to strike you while you stand emotionless with a fixed, unmoving stance. Before he gets the chance to slap you, a grenade-gloved hand catches his wrist.

"Touch her and you lose it." It's safe to say that both you and the offending customer are shocked by the tall blonde practically made of muscle standing between you and the now stuttering mess of a man. "What? Why suddenly so quiet after spewing such shit?" You're surprised that Dynamight's sharp glare isn't literally cutting the man down in front of you. "Apologize." The man's eyes shift towards you, the venom in the gaze when looking at you, however, is not quelled by the threats of the pro-hero.

"But...she's—" The grip around the man's hand becomes increasingly tight, interrupting whatever insult on the tip of his tongue with a pained grunt.

"Apologize."

He spews his false apologies with tearful pleads accompanying them before Dynamight drops his grip and sends the sniveling man scrambling on the floor and running out the door. The small crowd claps and cheers for the hero before dispersing back into their own activities. He shrugs off the praise, grumbling about how useless the crowd of people is, watching while an old perv nearly puts his hands on you.

"Thank you," you say as he passes you, seemingly lost in his own complaints over the situation. Stopping with his back to you, Dynamight takes a few deep breaths to calm himself before turning back to you.

"You got a mouth on you," he simply says, his tone almost bored.

"Oh," you say, blushing. "Umm...thank you?"

"It's a compliment," he assures matter-of-factly.

"Oh!" you drawl, recognizing the actual weight of the stone-cold Dynamight giving someone a compliment. "Then, thank you!" You flash him a glowing smile, a sign of your gratitude, but you fail to recognize the damage you've inflicted upon Bakugo's poor heart, causing the normally stoic hero to lose his breath, flush invading the apples of his cheeks.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm just doing my job," he grumbled, awkwardly crossing his arms and looking away. You tilt your head at the sudden aggression in his tone. He takes a moment to calm down with some calming breaths before he peeks at you from the corner of his eyes. He huffs before mumbling out, "Y'know...if you wanted to thank me you could join me for dinner." For some reason, you found his roundabout offer oddly adorable for such an explosive man.

"Are-are you asking me out?" you ask, smiling sweetly as you watch the tips of his ears brighten with a red hue.

"Yes or no?"

"Hmmm," you hum pensively, your finger tapping on your chin in thought. You mentally cackle at the way he groans impatiently, embarrassingly. Giggling, you finally decide to put him out of his misery, "Yes, I'd love to." His face proudly morphs into one of triumph.

"Good," he nods. "Be ready by 7. I'll pick you up." With that, he marches out the cafe doors, and you don't miss the "Fuck yeah!" he shouts once he's outside, startling a few unsuspecting bypassers.

You giggle as you watch his figure swagger down the street. Sukki comes up behind you, clearing her throat. "Did Dynamight just ask you out?"

"Mhmm," you hum out, biting your bottom lip giddily.

"After you agreed to go out with Deku?"

"Mhmm—oh," you blanch. "Oh, shit!"

#18+ only #minors dni #bkdk x reader #bakudeku x reader #dkbk x reader #dekubaku x reader #poly!bkdk #poly!bakudeku #poly!dkbk #poly!dekubaku

[toxinoire]

I want to see a scene wherein a character was asked by someone as to why they did this risky ass thing that could possibly endanger them and everyone they love and this risky thing isn't so simple, it's very complex and complicated that no one or only a few selected people know of it and they respond with "Because my best friend was in danger"

And then the person who asked says "You risked...all that. Which is literally everything about yours and your loved ones' safety, for your bEsT fRiEnD?" And the character nods or verbally responds. Then the person who asks just thinks "Oh my gosh, they're in love with their best friend."

#chansaw #dukesaw #mcnamawyer #poly!heathersxveronica #adrienette #ladynoir #marichat #ladrien #supercorp #reginarda #darlentina #rejanis #bakudeku #togachako #Don't mind me just tagging all of my favorite ships because this could work for any of them if you add an au #even in canon for some of them actually #sherliam

[byjovewhataspend]

Todoroki thinks he and Izuku have been dating since the sports festival. He knows that they are not very demonstrative and there were no specific big declarations of love or official 'asking eachother out', but they didn't need that. It was obvious. There is no reason to question it and so he doesn't. He's very happy and secure in this relationship and feels very fulfilled

During 2nd year someone is talking in front of him about 'We all know Deku is in love with Bakugou. Its so obvious.'

Todoroki thinks about this for a little bit before announcing to Izuku (very casually, while they are doing homework) That its okay with him if Izuku wants to date Bakugou

Izuku: (is very moved by his best friends support and uses his encouragement to finally confess his feelings to Bakugou)

Todoroki: (now thinks he is in a poly thrupple with Izuku and Bakugou)

"but wouldnt he be able to tell once they leave school?"

NO because they are all roommates

"But wouldnt he notice Izuku doesnt kiss or have sex with todoroki but he does it with bakugou?"

NO because todoroki believes that the relationship is asexual on their side (but highly romantic and passionate) and hes cool with that.

"Wouldnt izuku notice?"

izuku has never known how normal people interact a single day in his life

"wouldnt bakugou get jealous?"

Bakugou ALSO thinks they are all poly

"why would he think that???"

because he ALSO thought todoroki and deku started dating during the sports festival

"oh so todoroki and bakugou have talked about it, thats why they are both so convinced!"

no. never. not once

"But wouldnt he notice that he sleeps alone?"

NO because todoroki is the perfect sleeping partner and he sleeps in the middle

"does Izuku ever find out?"

Yes, when hes like 25. A stranger mentions that hes well known for being in a poly thrupple and Izuku thinks they are insane. He goes home and realizes that apparently HE is the insane one and vows to never let on that he didn't know. 10 years after he started dating todoroki they finally have their first kiss. Todoroki is completely chill about it.

#tododekubaku #tododeku #bakudeku #bakugou katsuki #todoroki shouto #izuku midoriya #bnha #honestly this couldve gone MUCH worse #izuku will take this secret to the grave #ALSO he isnt just radiantly happy about this hes a nervous wreck for the first like 3 months of the 'new' poly thing he finds himself in #he is terrified of accidentally letting on that he didnt know AND of upsetting the delicate balance they fuond without him #while ALSO trying to make sure he gives todoroki the attention he thinks he wasn't giving him #like 'oh my god has he thought i was just the WORST boyfriend for 10 years???' #(todoroki does not think that. he is totally cool with just whatever) #asexual todoroki is good in this scenario but my personal mental image is that todoroki just like assumed this was a deku thing #loses his virginity at age 26 with his boyfriend of 11 years and doesnt have any particular opinion about it. thats just how it is. #silly man

[theblenderstolemyballs]

Love seeing shipping discourse for two ships that I love.

Just sitting there watching the two sides argue like a tennis match

#multishipper #jokes on you I see the merit in most ships #bakudeku #kiribaku #timbern #timkon #or the bonus third option #polyamory #poly ships #lukadrien #adrienette #lukadrinette #not gonna add more ships but desr gods do I have more

[mci-writing]

Warmth (Midoriya Izuku x Reader)

Warnings: Obsessiveness (near the end), implied major character death, reanimated corpse (it’s Deku), necromancy, Deku is the equivalent of Frankenstein’s monster kinda, a little ooc, mentions of pain, descriptions of skin burning (not exactly but yeah idk how to explain it)

Kofi

Viridian irises glance over the form laid before them, a longing sigh passing through chapped lips and landing on deaf ears. Fingers, cold to the touch and tinted blue from lack of flowing blood and oxygen, slide across the small expanse of exposed (s/t) skin, the thumb stopping just under a closed left eye and softly, lovingly, tenderly rubbing the area. It leaves the warmest goosebumps, so warm it should ache, dulling once the contact is distanced.

Whispers of ‘patience’ sound through the air, chilling down to the bone and causing him to pull away out of instinct. The reactions of those around him tell him that they aren’t really there, but he can’t help his response after being told such for so long. For so achingly long.

“Deku-kun,” He feels himself straighten at the voice beside him, a hand setting itself at the small of his back. The thumb rubs small, circles in an attempt to soothe his worrying, “If you keep tugging at your lip like that, you’ll rip it off.”

He becomes self-aware of his habit after his companion points it out, cheeks warming as he quickly lets it go. He wets his lips with his tongue after, teeth grazing over the bottom one as they pop out. He’s unable to stop the awkward chuckle that follows or the way his eyes flit from those around him to the body on the table.

“I’m sure (L/n)-San wouldn’t mind reattaching it once they wake, Uraraka-San,” Todoroki stands near the door, his eyes never straining from beyond the frame as he speaks to them. It’s hard to miss his tense demeanor from where they’re placed, one of his fangs pointing past his lips.

Izuku feels himself sweat at that, a wobbly smile forming on his face as he brings his full attention back to the other members of their group. The best he can manage out is a small “T-Thanks, Todoroki-San” as his hand connects with (Y/n)’s and laces his fingers through theirs.

Silence fills the room again after that. Midoriya can hear his heart racing and feel (Y/n)’s faint pulse. They pump in tandem together, like always. Yet, it does nothing to ease his fears. He knows that spell they cast was powerful, but they’ve been out for a few days now. The only reassurances he’s received of them still being alive was the small noises they’d make as they rested, the way their hand tightly holds his each time he holds it, and the addictive burn he receives with each touch to their skin.

The book of necromancy did say that some spells would be harder to cast for users with less experience, but Midoriya didn’t realize that translated to needing to rest for so long to regain the little strength of power (Y/n) knew how to use. He would’ve tried harder to suggest something else for their escape.

“Oi, Deku!” The rough voice of his childhood friend wakes him from his thoughts, his thumb and forefinger making themselves known on his lips as they tightly squeeze from the small jump he makes. He’s being side-eyed by shades of crimson, but not many would catch the soft worry behind them, “Me n Shitty Hair’s got the ship waiting at the dock. Cargo truck’s outside.”

Emerald eyes meet the fiery shades, an understanding spoken between them that only their little bubble could process. Without a beat, Bakugou comes forward and lifts the end of the slab they're laying across and Todoroki is quick to grab the other end. They load it into the cargo truck's trunk, careful to ensure they're strapped down in the back before Todoroki hops out. Midoriya watches on, eyes longing for the warmth he’s just lost.

~~~~~

The car only holds four people, debatably three if you wanted to argue whether or not Midoriya could still be counted as human in his current form. He was undead, that much he could confirm from the way his body had been stitched together and the ice cold feeling of his skin when he wasn’t within a certain proximity of (Y/n). He was something like Frankenstein, but the context seemed less science fiction and more fantasy. He had no clue why he had been brought back to life, just that he had been. (Y/n) and Kacchan always avoided the question when he’d ask how he’d died.

That’s another thing, it’s always the three of them. Even now, only Kacchan and (Y/n) were going to board the boat with him. Kirishima was only here to take them there and back.

His gaze pans away from the passing scenery outside to the body pressed against his. His cheeks warm as bright a red as they possibly can at the proximity, yet he can’t force himself to move away from the burning sensation of their skin touching. It hurts in the nicest way possible, making him feel way more alive than he thought possible. It’s why he thought he had just woken from a long sleep instead of immediately thinking he’d come back to life, the warmth too comforting for him to question anything at the time. Both of his companions joked about it being out of character for him.

He takes in the low rise of their chest and the serene look of their face. It’s one of the very few times he hasn’t seen them worried out of their mind since being brought back to life. He’s tried not to keep count of their smiles, one of his favorite aspects about them. If with their lips held in a neutral shape, he’s fighting the urge to kiss them until they swell.

He feels himself warm more at the repeated thought of laying a kiss on their unconscious form. He should be ashamed, but he’s been wanting to be intimate with them for a while now. It’s gotten so bad he gets a little jealous when he catches them and Kacchan away from him, whispering between themselves in a bubble of their own that he feels he won’t fit in.

That thought sours his feelings a little, especially when he knows he could never take them from Kacchan and he could never take Kacchan from them. The idea of them moving forward without him, leaving him out, and further pushing him away from the picture he'd perfectly fit in before his current state, gives him a deep pit feeling in his chest that he doesn't enjoy dwelling on for too long.

But right here… Right now…? He could just give them a quick peck and pretend it didn’t happen. No one would know… Unless they woke up from it or something…

He weighs his options, emerald eyes measuring and tracing the outlines of your lips. He has vivid memories of the one time he managed to get a kiss from them, in the dead of night when the only witnesses aside from themselves were the twinkling constellations. He doesn't remember how long ago it was, but he can perfectly picture the sight of them shyly smiling, their face warm, and (e/c) eyes dilated like a super moon. Their lips fit perfectly against his, slated and locked like they were meant to be attached for eternity, and delectably soft like fresh baked goods straight from the oven. He'd press his lips against them as much as he possibly could, suffocate against them even.

The cons would be them waking and beating the shit out of him... Or Kacchan catching him and beating the shit out of him...

Midoriya leans forward, hand burning as he cups their cheek. He rubs his thumb against their skin as his lips finally meet theirs again. It feels like home, his lips feverishly sucking against the plump flesh like he'll never be able to do so again.

He pulls away once he realizes he's being too greedy, too desperate. He sucks in a deep breath, the butterflies rising to his chest as his heart pounds against his ribcage. He can feel the warm honeydew in his cheeks, worsening when his eyes dart up and meet a certain pair of crimson ones. They stare at one another for a moment, but Midoriya can't read what Bakugou is thinking at all. Bakugou sends him a small smile, or something close to it. His lips quirk upward on one side before he turns back to the road. Kirishima is talking about something, but he's obviously not paying attention.

"'Zuku?" The soft call of his name has him looking down, meeting the dazed stare of (Y/n). They're still relatively exhausted from their overuse of magic, a bit of light missing from their pupils. They press their cheek into his hand, the bags under their eyes heavy, "Are we... heading there?"

"We're going to the dock right now, (Y/n). Kacchan's in the front seat and Kirishima's driving us there," Midoriya informs them, voice low as to not cause them any discomfort. He knows they typically suffer from headaches after too much use of their necromancy abilities, "I'm sure you should be able to rest a bit longer-"

"No, no," They begin to sit up, getting a grip on his shoulder and using it to push themselves up. They let go and force themselves to sit up on their knees, getting in a position where they can easily look out the window, "I have to check that... we're not... Not being..."

Their voice trails off as they grab their head, another splintering headache racking their body from the sudden movement. Midoriya is quick to grab hold of them, leaning their body against his. Gravity lays them back across his lap, their face pressing into the fabric of his shirt while they close their eyes. Out of instinct, he presses his fingers against the nape of their neck, slowly sliding them upwards to press at various spots in the back of their head.

"No one's following us, (Y/n). We made sure of that..." He murmurs, pushing their hair out of their eyes. His hand eases down the side of their face, fingers hooking under their chin and pushing it up so they can see him better, "Get your rest."

"Izuku...," They stare at him for a moment, different emotions flashing through their (e/c) eyes. One of their hands reaches up for his cheek, the flesh feeling as if it'll catch on fire at any moment. They pull away too quickly for his liking, the same stricken look reaching their eyes like every other time they touch him and they're reminded of their afflictions. He's heard them apologize to him in the late hours before.

With little thought, he grabs their hand and presses it back to his flesh. He feels just a little closer to being human again at the touch. He nuzzles into their hold, keeping eye contact with them and watching the confliction beyond their irises. He doesn't care about the way his body screams to flinch away from the heat, pressing more into it as opposed to as opposed to running from it. He tightens his hold when he feels them try to tug away from him.

“Izuku, stop. You’re hurting yourself-,”

"No, it's okay," He responds too quickly, leaning into their touch. He presses his ear to their chest, listening to the steady beating of their heart and the movement of their breathing in their chest. The heat isn't as excruciating, simmering to an addictive warmth adjacent to bodies entangled in a hug. It crawls over his skin and wraps around him like a blanket, "Everything is okay..."

He never wants to leave from (Y/n)'s hold, (Y/n)'s warmth, ever again. He doesn't know how he could ever live without it, especially not now when the cold is even colder than before...

#midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku #this is based on a Horikoshi sketch from a year or so ago and a WEBTOON I was obsessed with at the time #there’s some Bakugou x reader and bakudeku x reader if you squint #original draft had them very poly coded and it might still be there whoops #also slight Yandere!Deku at the end whoops #erm here’s your Halloween special for the year 👉🏾👈🏾 #I will hopefully be back shortly with another piece ✌🏾 #I mean it bc I have a few requests I actually like that I’m working on and a big fic that’s been years in the making #the big fic probs won’t get any notes tho 🫣 #tumblr did not like this one 😭😭😭 she wouldn’t save it was crazy #thought my thing was too long but it’s only 4 pages on Google docs so #shawty was tripping #yes I did listen to Frankenstein the musical while I wrote this wdym

[fr-ogii]

Could I request a Yandere Deku and Bakugo (poly) with a female S/o on her period..

periods

yandere!katsuki bakugo + izuku midoriya

x fem!reader; poc friendly

masterlist

⚠️ :: afab reader, mentions of pregnancy and sex (neither of which occur), minor cursing, bakugo and midoriya got no bitches lmao

-> unsurprisingly, neither of them know what they’re doing

-> katsuki never bothered to figure out anything from his mother (because he never really gave a fuck) and doesn’t really have any female friends that he would ever have to help out with that kind of thing.

-> izuku never had friends until ua and only heard his female friends or his mother complain about the cramps they got or whatever else

-> and neither of them ever really imagined they would have to deal with it ever, so they never attempted to research it on their own. but here you were, curled up in a ball on your shared bed and moaning in pain.

-> ever since they kidnapped you a few months prior, you hadn’t had your period. when you first realized it was missing you jumped straight to being terrified that you were pregnant. whether you wanted to ever have a child or not, you certainly did not want to raise them in captivity.

-> sure, it made absolutely no sense since you hadn’t had sex with either of your captors.. but since when did any of this make sense? no one could blame you that your mind first jumped to that conclusion.

-> but as the months continued and neither symptoms of pregnancy nor a period showed up, you came to the conclusion that your body had shut down from all the stress you had experienced. being kidnapped will do that to you.

-> but in the present, you were still groaning while the two men stared on with curious looks on their faces. it took them an embarrassingly long amount of time for them to connect the dots and even longer for them to act on it.

-> they had never dealt with this before. like it or not, you would have to be the one to try your best to help them. they would both attempt to figure things out to the best of their ability, but it would be mostly unsuccessful.

-> they got conflicting information and it only ended in conflict when katsuki refused to accept that his information may be incorrect.

-> you would eventually have to suck it up and deal with any embarrassment that you may have had about discussing this with your captors.

#mine 📹 #x reader #poc friendly #afab!reader #tw periods #cw periods #periods #bnha #yandere #cw yandere #tw yandere #bakudeku #bnha yandere #poly yandere bnha #poly yandere #yandere deku x reader #yandere bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #bnha yandere fic #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #mha yandere #poly mha yandere

[katsukidynam1ght]

y’know i alluded to this in spark plug and i will definitely write more abt it in the future but i wholeheartedly believe bakugou is not the “i have feelings for this person and i don’t understand it so i’m going to not think about it” type??

like. okay. boy has been focused on being a hero for his entire life. his main emotional outlet is anger. and it’s very true that he struggles to process things. but at his first battle training at UA, he had the self-awareness to look at everyone else and realize that he wasn’t going to be good enough to take some of them. he is reflective, even if it doesn’t seem like it.

so when he starts getting closer with kirishima, and when he faces uraraka during the sports festival, and when he and deku finally start working their shit out after kamino, he recognizes that things are different and he knows that there’s some feeling there that he’s not familiar with having.

and that doesn’t bring avoidance, because he’s katsuki bakugou ffs. in his mind, there’s this whole “what kind of man would i be if i ran from this instead of facing it head-on?” going on.

that doesn’t mean he’s going to walk right up to them and be like “i’m in love with you and i want you to like me too” because that’s not his style. but it does mean that he’s going to focus more on what these feelings mean, and if it’s something he can allow himself to have. (not in a sexuality way, but in a “can i have this while still fighting to be number one” kind of way. and if the answer is no, if they’re too much of a distraction, he’ll shove it aside faster than he can say all might.)

i think for some people (kirishima) he does make the first move. they’re equals, they’ve been equals since they met, and he knows that if kirishima doesn’t feel the same way, he’ll find out now and they can be done with it.

but for others (midoriya, uraraka, people he thinks perceive him as unlovable) he doesn’t address it with them. he’ll think about it himself and wonder what it would be like, but he’s not going to make the first move. (and in the case of uraraka, i personally like to think that she flat out tells him he’s in love with deku, and he gets pissed off because yeah, he knows, but he’s also in love with her and it’s confusing and frustrating.)

(and then there’s people like todoroki. and todoroki is fucking clueless. and bakugou hates him for it. so he makes the first move there, too, and todoroki has a whole Moment. i’ll be writing that later.)

#mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #kats rambles #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #krbk #kiribaku #bakudeku #bkdk #kacchako #kacchaco #todobaku #tdbk #poly class a #poly class 1-a

[the-singlest-pringle]

My MHA ships ranked as spices:

My salt (can’t live without):

Bakugou and Kirishima

Eraserhead and Present Mic

Midoriya and Uraraka

My black pepper (can live without but it would kinda suck):

Jirou and Kaminari

Kaminari and Shinsou

My red pepper flakes (almost as important as pepper in terms of flavor, but can be used a little more sparingly):

Jirou and Yaoyorozu

Midoriya and Todoroki

Todoroki and Yaoyorozu

My MSG (was initially skeptical but realized that it can REALLY enhance the flavor):

Iida and Uraraka

My everything bagel seasoning (everyone loves it, so I tried it and I loved it, too. But I’ve grown out of it. I wouldn’t not eat it but I don’t seek it out like I used to):

Bakugou and Midoriya

My parsley (a classic, a staple, but definitely not necessary):

Hagakure and Ojirou

My cumin (I never seek it out but I’m always pleasantly surprised when it’s there):

All Might and David Shield

All Might and Midoriya Inko

My Chinese allspice (you have to know what you’re doing for it to turn out good):

Bakugou and Kariage

My turmeric (I have to be in a certain mood to enjoy it):

Poly-Bakusquad

#mha #my hero academia #kiribaku #erasermic #izuocha #kamijirou #shinkami #momojirou #tododeku #todomomo #iidaocha #bakudeku #ojitooru #davemight #inkomight #karikatsu #poly bakusquad

[mhathotfic]

Alright some late on the delivery elaboration for yandere/bully bakudeku

At this point, those two have nothing really going wrong with their relationship except that they’re both absolutely obsessed with you.

It’s different energies though.

Bakugou treats you like you owe him for even looking your way. Always has a harsh thing to say to you and grabs and pinches at your soft body. Insisting you’re just his favorite plaything and you should be honored he’s chosen you as his favorite.

Meanwhile Midoriya is pretty much your white knight who seems to expect way too much in return. He’s always on your heels barking like a dog when Kacchan opens his mouth to speak. He always says it’s just an absentminded thing he does but he’s constantly ignoring your boundaries and touching you. He’s so nice though it’s hard to tell him off or even just convince yourself it’s not normal to be this clingy

You know their history and start thinking that maybe, just maybe, if you get them talking to each other you can redirect their attention there instead of on you.

Little do you know how often they talk about you when you’re not around. How they trade dirty fantasy with each other and plot on how to get you into bed.

That Bakugou is jealous of how casually Deku can touch and get sweet smiles from you. He quietly wishes he could get you to let you’re guard down like that, you look so cute all dumb and unassuming

Or how Midoriya gets lightheaded and practically high off Kacchan bold actions and words that make you cry. He thinks you’re so pretty when you cry

They know what you’re trying to do and allow it only because it’s cute how you think you can manipulate them when they’ve been playing with you for far longer.

In fact they let it do the dirty work of getting you comfortable enough to fall into bed with them.

Bickering with you and each other every time you pull away so you’re convinced they need you to be stable.

Loving on you and messing with your soft spots when things are good to lull you into a sense of security. Earning your trust just to play with your limits and see how far they can push you before you break and give in to what you want.

#bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #mha midoriya #bnha midoriya #poly bakudeku #tw yandere #tw bullying #tw toxic relationship #nat chats

[fireheartwraith]

I love how everyone is equally delusional. Something new comes out and everyone thinks this is proof their ship is going to be canon guys, trust me

#can't wait to see izuocha bakudeku and kiribaku all become canon #also love how they all have the same proof #also tododeku how could i forget!! #momojirou and kamijirou both are also totally be canon of course #in the end the only person correct is me (multishipper and poly ship enthusiast) #my hero academia #mha

[grimalkinmessor]

New BNHA manga chapter got the fandom like:

Bakudeku shippers 🤝 losing their absolute fucking minds 🤝 Shigadeku shippers

and

Shigadekubaku shippers: Being Born™

#we for real all went 👀👀 OH? 👀👀👀 at that line huh lmao #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha manga spoilers #bakudeku #shigadeku #shigadekubaku #NO ship wars #ONLY poly #oh to be a multishipper and subsequently all three

[rfox1998]

I think you'd like this story: "Motivation (BakuDeku x Oc)" by Souldreamer9804 on Wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/story/326441131?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.tumblr&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=nikikuran&wp_originator=zXQmOzfpFEOPr9fYb3WjLa1lpV23U32n4WnnqRoRdlzs23DI1ny1LU7bJpTIPgoN7TMDoic5Sn4dcxX3eYYdtOGpG5lm7bDQ9rOMJ0SiBOIfF92Du4BSESalzU1UZOr5

#bakugou katsuki #poly bnha #deku x reader #alpha!deku x reader smut #deku smut #izuku smut #izuku x reader smut #bnha omegaverse #alpha izuku #katsuki bakugo x reader #deku x fem!reader #bnha headcanons #izuku midoriya x reader #bakudeku #mha fanfiction #mha headcanons #mha drabbles #izuku midoriya x y/n #izuku x fem reader #bakugo katsuki x female reader

[shysoftbebe]

Feelings {BakuDeku x Reader}

BakuDeku x Reader

I'm for them, but why do I feel so heartbroken?

~~~

“Izu!” you cheer, crashing into the firm chest of your childhood friend, a smile encasing your features as he laughs, returning the hug as Katsuki mumbles a few incoherent words from where he stands next to the green-haired man. 

“Kat, good to see you too,” you say giving the blonde-haired male a soft smile, he scoffs at your words, eyes flickering as the tips of his ears turn slightly red. You’re tugged away by Ochako, easily settling into her side as the others wait for the two to announce their news. 

Something in your mind, tells you that it is not going to be good towards the feelings you hold for the two.

Your eyes move to their hands, heart cracking as you watch them intertwine, eyes moving back to their faces to see blushes on their cheeks, small smile on Izuku’s face. 

Ochako squeezes your shoulder, as they announce they have been dating for the last two years, while your heart shatters. 

Everyone congratulates them, you manage to do the same, smiling widely as you pounce on them.

You spend an hour hanging out with everyone before deciding to head home, making up an excuse of being tired and having things to do the next day. 

As you walk home, you whistle softly under your breath tears stinging your eyes as a shaky breath leaves your dry lips.

“Wh-why can’t I just,” you cut yourself off with a huff, finding yourself standing on a barren sidewalk, late at night wondering about your life choices.

“Hey dumbass!” Katsuki’s loud voice tears through the silent night air, drawing a surprised gasp from your lips as you hurriedly wipe at the tears that had escaped before turning to face the two with a small, tired smile.

“Need something you two?” you ask, happy that your voice doesn’t betray you as you look between the two, watching how they share a look before Izuku approaches you, hand slipping from Katsuki’s.

“Why didn’t you tell us about how you feel,” he asks, straightforward, brows creasing with sadness as his eyes meet yours, your heart plummeting to your feet as they weren’t supposed to know.

Shaking your head, you go to back away but a larger, warm hand curls around your smaller one, crimson eyes meeting your teary, bloodshot eyes.

“Not so fast, sweetheart.”

#bnha #bakudeku #poly #established relationship #secret relationship #yn #reader #heartbreak

[cl0udsbl0g]

an encounter attack

tw: ᵏⁱᵈⁿᵃᵖᵖⁱⁿᵍ, ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵃˢᵗ ᵗʳᵃᵘᵐᵃ!, ⁿᵒ ᵐⁱⁿᵒʳ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ, ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵍᵉᵈ ¹⁸+ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ⁱⁿᵛᵒˡᵛᵉᵈ, ᶜᵒʳʳᵘᵖᵗᵉᵈ ᵍᵒᵛᵉʳⁿᵐᵉⁿᵗ

part 1

𝙸𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚒 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗! 𝙴𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞! 𝙰𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗! 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞

𝘗𝘰𝘭𝘺𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱! 𝘛𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘬𝘶 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 <3

It was a cold night while you were going in the lonely streets which was scary looking , u hugged yourself for the warmth of your own body as it was really cold and u had no jacket also u didn't had u r food and wasn't hydrated enough as u were at work for the whole day today, soon enough you heard a car coming so u gave it a way to the side and started walking but as u blinked u were getting taken away by some people in the van the guy took you inside the van with his one arm around u r waist and grabbing you inside through the open door you panicked but u soon lost your self consciousness by being hungry and dehydrated and knocked yourself out.

"Well looks like someone woke up already" u open your eyes and u see 3 mans standing in front of you and u could barely move then u realized they were.... Izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugou, shoto todoroki the lost heros but u wondered where the others went as soon as u realized you saw someone enter the room it was eijiro kirishima "are u just gonna stare or talk? " katsuki spoke up " don't be so harsh she was hungry first let her have her food" kirishima replied "i wasn't being harsh tch! , i am not gonna ask if u r ok or not?! " katsuki said before you could say anything "where were you guys for all those years... " they looked at me in a neutral face until shoto spoke up to explain you everything "they thing we kidnapped you because we wanted to keep you safe i know it's been years , it was because we found out about the govt secrets and the fact that allmight was apart of the govt as they were all playing games with innocent people's minds and turning them into evil people we saved you before anything could happened to you and also your roommate amajiki is a part of out mafia too" i looked at him in a shocked statement "w-wdym mafia w-wdym turning into evil" katsuki spoke up "listen idiot they were playing with your mind for all this time acting like they were victim and experimenting on people's bodies and things you would never wanna see and also we brought you here to keep you safe" i asked why would hey wanna keep me safe they looked at me and blushed all of them "it's gonna be hard to understand but.... Uh-" eijiro spoke up "listen we really like you and we all really like you if you accept we can be in this poly relationship thing if you agree to this"

#SoundCloud #anime #booklr #fanfic #reader insert #bnha #polyamourous #poly relationship #kiribaku #kirideku #bakudeku #todobakudeku

[yanderenightmare]

TW: nsfw, dubcon/noncon, captive reader

gn reader

Thinking about poly yanderes… 

Being held still by one of them, forced to sit between his thick thighs – getting so sick of being outnumbered – feeling so weak, stuck in his muscle-swelled arms keeping you tight against him, wrapped snugly around your torso with your back to his chest while his hands grope your front, locking your own to your sides.

He rests his chin off your shoulder – whispering sweet words laced with mockery as you’re left to quake on his lap, struggling to keep your own pathetic sounds to yourself, having grown tired of screaming to be freed some time ago.

"You're shaking so much, sweetie~” He teases while licking your neck – smirking at how the fight in you, once so wild and untamed, had turned into you trying to restrain yourself in favor of breaking free. Fighting, now instead, to hold yourself back from spiraling until coming undone by the heat surging in your belly. 

Your face, dewy with a thin sheen of sweat, is held steadily in your other captor’s hand, keeping your misty hooded eyes looking up at him, where he leans over you while his other hand plays an eager one-sided game of war between your thighs. 

His mouth ghosts yours with small kisses, and everything smells of his breath as he pours sweet unwanted nothings down your throat. "Oh, y'so sweet in my hand~ so soft on my fingers~" 

It’s as though you can see the sickness in his eyes – leering at you like you're something he wants to devour.

“Don’t be shy~ show us how pretty you are when you cum~” He continued cooing.

“You know you want to~” The other accomplice added hot and damp right at your ear – just as amused as his partner. “Come on, baby~ show us~”

You whined, pathetically trying to wrench your face away from their pestering – overheated and overwhelmed – thighs shuddering around the stimulation, wherein the distress you wanted nothing more but to close your legs.

But the one behind you had them both hooked and spread beneath his, keeping you still and accepting of the one in front’s brazen touches.

You pinch your eyes close and bite your lip, not wanting it but feeling it take you nonetheless.

“No, no, no~” One of them tuts then, his mouth on your cheek catching tears. “Don’t look away, Angelface~ Keep your eyes on me~” He begs with fingers curled around your jaw, nuzzling your nose with his while pressing his forehead flat against your sweaty one. 

You whimper, and his thumb swirls over that place you're most sensitive. Cracking a splitting smile when you buck your hips in response.

“So close, buttercup~” He simpers before dragging his hot tongue from your chin to your temple. And you sob, thinking it’s just too cruel how your body decides to react to it. 

The knot within you seizes up, coiled so tight and stretched so thin it snaps – leaving you to throw your head back against the chest behind you – moaning out while they watch you gush for them with a shared smile on both their faces.

BNHA – DabiHawks, ShinKami, BakuDeku, ShigaDabi, TodoDeku, KiriBaku

JJK – SatoSugu, Toji x Shiu, MahiJaku, YujiKuna

HQ – Miya twins, IwaOi,

BLLK – NagiReo

HxH – KuraKuro, HisoIllu

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere smut #yancore #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #jjk smut #bnha smut #yandere bnha #mha smut #my hero smut #yandere csm #yandere aot

[fr-ogii]

second thoughts pt. 2

yandere!izuku midoriya + yandere!katsuki bakugo

x fem!reader; poc friendly

masterlist

part 1

⚠️ use of the word “hell”

it took quite a bit of time for your captors to notice your shift in mood. it was nearly halfway through the day following your fight when bakugo finally questioned you.

“what the hell is wrong with you?”

well that definitely wasn’t the way to say it. you were already angry and hurt, and that just pushed you over the edge. there wasn’t anyway else you could interpret those words, you truly believed that your captors no longer loved you. why else would they treat you so coldly? none of this made sense.

“what the hell is wrong with me?” you let out an angry scoff, completely frustrated by how ridiculously foolish your “lovers” were. “what the hell is wrong with you?!”

the two men in front you shared an anxious second of eye contact before turning all their attention back to your frame that was trembling in anger. noticing their looks of confusion, you made a loud huff of frustration.

“you have ruined my life! don’t just stand there and act like you have no clue why i’m upset!” your eyes shot back and forth between the two in front of you. seeing that you really were getting nowhere, you stomped off. you weren’t even quite sure where you were going, you just didn’t think you could stand being around them any longer. it hurt more than words could describe that they didn’t know why you were hurting. it felt like it should be obvious.

—

it had been a few hours since you stormed out and you weren’t sure if your emotions had simmered down or gotten worse. there were still too many conflicting thoughts in your head that you didn’t even hear the slight knocking on the door at first.

it became more insistent and some angry whispering could be heard, probably belonging to bakugo. you snapped out of the trance you were in and stood up to go open the door. not a moment too soon, it seemed like katsuki had been planning to break it down.

midoriya started talking after an awkward moment of silence. “hey, y/n.” another pause. “we’re sorry. we’re sorry it took so long to realize what we did wrong, too.”

“sorry.” bakugo seemed a bit embarrassed. his eyes remained fixed on the floor and hands crossed in front of his chest, defensive.

you weren’t willing to accept that just yet. “prove it.” if they really still loved you like they used to, they should be willing to spoil you for the next week at least. if they didn’t, you would know that your fears were true and you should start planning for your final days on earth.

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