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shiggybrainr0t · 7 days
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bakugou isn’t afraid to love you openly here, in the morning sun.
note: title is lyrics from a zach bryan song <3 this has only been lightly edited, but I hope you enjoy! the line break thing below is from @/cafekitsune
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bakugou slams his hand down on his alarm clock at 5:29 a.m., exactly one minute before the alarm is actually set to go off. you have been fighting off a cold the past few days, and after some warm soup and medicine he bribed you with a kiss to take, he’s a nurturer at heart, sue him, you finally were able to sleep. that last thing he wants is his stupid alarm to wake you up.
bakugou is a natural earlier riser. he likes to have time to wake up, drink some coffee, go to the gym and shower and still make it back to you before 8. when he looks over at you now though, he has a feeling that his morning routine isn’t going to be acted upon.
you’re sprawled across his bare chest, legs tangled up with his like a love knot. your face is squished against his bicep, mouth hanging open since you can’t breath through your nose at the moment. some drool has dried on his skin, and while bakugou usually is a clean freak, the sight endears him more than it grosses him out.
perspiration makes your skin glow slightly in the soft early sunlight. you had been running a low grade fever last night, but you still insisted on plastering yourself to him to sleep even though he naturally runs hotter than the average person. he knows you’ll complain whenever you have to unstick yourself from him, but he also knows later tonight you’ll snuggle up to him all the same.
looking at you like this, so soft and warm, he’s suddenly reminded of when he first met you. he was a brooding second year at u.a., a child who had been through far too much already, and you were in the general studies department. the school decided to partner up the hero courses with the general studies department for some assignment bakugou can’t even remember now. he got paired with you.
he remembers the guarded look in your eyes whenever you approached him for the first time, the way you softly introduced yourself, and the way you glared at him whenever he scoffed at you. he remembers being surprised, no one normally had the guts to do anything except take what he dished out. but you didn’t.
one night in the library, you finally hit your breaking point. you were mad and fed up with his attitude. the words you said to him still pierce him today.
“bakugou. you have the potential to make something of yourself, but your attitude is going to determine whether you’re great or horrible.”
you had rushed off in a huff after that, leaving him there speechless. he’d been chasing you ever since. eventually, fourth year to be exact, you let him catch you.
now, in bed with you all these years later, he isn’t afraid to be soft with you. he isn’t afraid to touch your face gently, like he does now. bakugou lightly traces the lines of your face with one calloused finger, lingering on the bags underneath your eyes that have deepened from your lack of sleep lately.
his touch makes you stir, and let a jumble of sounds that after years of practice bakugou can understand to be the question “what time is it?”
“too early for you to be up. go back to sleep.” is his response, gruff voice only a whisper. you let out a “mmmmmkay” and snuggle in closer, if that’s even possible. you both are already practically one being, but bakugo can’t find it in him to be upset.
with you in his arms, bakugou drifts back to sleep, morning routine all but forgotten.
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Expecting: Life with their Pregnant Partner
Featuring Aizawa, Fatgum and Hawks
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Aizawa x pregnant GN! Reader; Fatgum x pregnant GN! Reader; Hawks x Pregnant GN! Reader
Warnings: fluff, reader being a little reckless
AN: I was reading through my google docs and found these 😄 absolutely zero clue when I wrote these. Honestly love that for me.
Aizawa
"YN what the hell are you doing?" Shota shouts as he walks in, seeing his heavily pregnant partner perched along the baseboards of class 1-A's dorm floors.
"Shota! Just in time, I need you to change my water bucket. Look how dirty these baseboards are! Can you believe that?" you say, smiling at your husband as you go back to dipping the cloth in the bucket and wiping the soaking cloth along the now sparking boards.
"YN, seriously? I can't leave you alone can I?” He says going to help you up from the ground, fussing over you as you stand.
"You know the doctor said to rest right? I mean you and I were both at the last appointment. I'm pretty sure I heard him say that about 15 times,” he says, looking at you with a scowl as you roll your eyes in response.
"I'll have you know I did rest sweetheart. But then Miydoria came in and asked if I wanted a snack. So I said 'yes let me help you' so then I got up. I walked to the kitchen and noticed some dirt on the floor. So I got the broom out. Then I swept the dirt and noticed a scuff on the baseboards and well we can't have a scuff so I went and got a bucket. Then one scuff turned into two and then three and then five,” you say gesturing to the floor boards.
“YN seriously,” your husband said, crossing his arms over his large chest.
"You really want our baby to be born with filthy floor boards Shota?" You say, crossing your arms and waiting for your husband's reply.
"YN the baby isn't going to be studying the floor boards when they arrive. Plus I think you should be worried about more important things like, and maybe I'm just being dramatic here, but oh I don't know labor perhaps?" Shota says escorting you to the nearest coach the rest. You scoff at your husband once more as Midoriya, Bakugo, Kirishima and Todoroki walk in.
"I'm going to need you all to watch YN for me,” Shota says standing up and walking towards his students
"Excuse me? I'm very capable!” you shout, shocked at your husband's words to his students.
"YN I have a patrol tonight. There is no way I'm leaving you to your own devices. You'll probably end up repainting the whole common area,”he says looking at you.
"Didn't you already by paint YN?” Todoroki says before you quickly interject
"Well would you look at the time! Come on boys, let's go start dinner,” you say waddling towards the teens
"YN you have got to be kidding me right now?!?” Shota says rubbing his temples
"Have a great night love!” you say pushing the boys towards the doors.
Fatgum
"YN I'm home my love",” Taishiro shouts. The apartment smells amazing and he is starving. After a long night fighting crimes and arresting villains, Taishiro only wants two things.
To have a good meal and to see his beautiful partner.
"In here my love! I'm just finishing supper,” you shout as you wipe your hands on your apron.
Taishiro stoped and looked at you. His beautiful partner, pregnant with his baby and making him his favorite meal.
"Honestly I could get use to seeing you pregnant for the rest of my life YN,” Taishiro says pulling you into a hug and kissing your forehead lightly.
You giggle and pat his stomach as you head back towards the stove to stir your vegetables.
"Lets get this one out first and then we will talk,” you say rubbing your belly as your stir the food and grab plates.
"Busy day my love?" He asks, washing his hands and sitting at the table.
"I went by the new fish market today and grabbed a huge variety! Then I went to the farmers market and got these and some fresh produce,” you say pointing to the freshly cut bouquet of sunflowers sitting on the table.
"YN I thought the doctor told you to stay away from fish,” he says worryingly.
"Love I can eat some cooked fish but I mostly got it for you! I've been watching this cooking show I wrote down some awesome recipes to try!” you say plating Taishiro's food and setting it in front of him
"Baby you should be resting during the day,” Taishiro says scolding you
You look at him, deadpan. "Babe I literally sit on the coach and write down recipes. I'm not running a marathon," you say rolling your eyes.
"I just worry about you YN. You do so much for me and I want you and the baby to be healthy,” Taishiro says, grabbing your hands and pulling you close.
You smile at your husband and give him a soft kiss. "Taishiro, you have Kirishima and Tamaki check on me at least twice a day when you are at work. Plus you text me every hour. Aizawa even came by last week to make sure I didn't need a snack. I'm well taken care of love!” you say smiling at your husband as he smiles back.
"Ok YN,” Taishiro says smiling as he grabs his fork and begins to eat.
"I did lug the groceries up the 5 flights of stairs today tho,” you say resting your hips against the back of the counter and smiling at your husband as he chokes on his food, quickly reaching for his water.
"YN seriously?!" Taishiro says clearing his throat as his eyes widen on you
"I'm joking babe," you say smiling. Taishiro breathes out a sigh of relief as he goes to take another bite.
"It was only four flights," you say laughing as you walk out of the room, leaving your husband hanging, fork halfway to his mouth.
Hawks
Hawks walks into his apartment to hear music coming from down the hallway. He smiles as he sets his keys down, removing his goggles, headset, boots and coat before heading to see you.
He knows you’re in the baby's room. That's where you've been for the past few days. Your nesting has kicked into full gear as you prepare for the arrival of your baby any day now.
What Hawks doesn't expect is to see you singing 5 feet above the ground, as you balance atop a ladder pounding a nail into the wall.
"Holy crap YN!" He yells as he goes to steady you and you smile down at him.
"Hey baby! So glad your home safe! How was your night?" You say smiling down at your husband
"YN what in the hell are you doing? Get down from there!" Hawks growls as your roll your eyes, setting the hammer on top of the ladder and climbing down.
"Ok I'm down here now what?" you say looking percuriously at your husband.
"Well for one, no more ladder,” Hawks says grabbing the ladder and folding it up, hauling it out of the babies room.
You sigh and follow your husband as he puts the ladder away.
"Keigo I have things to do!” you say your hands now on your hips as your husband glares at you.
"Do I need to put a lock on this door YN? Because I absolutely will!” he says narrowing his eyes at you.
"Keigo the baby is coming and their room isn't finished!" You say pouting and stomping your feet.
You husband sighs and rolls his eyes, walking up to you and pulling you into a hug. He knows how stressed you've been about your babies arrival.
"YN the baby isn't even going to be sleeping in their room remember? You have time love," Hawks says nuzzling your nose.
"Keigo first impressions are everything! And I want to give the baby a tour when we bring them home. And that includes their FINISHED room!" you say with emphasis, throwing your hands in the air.
Keigo looks at your, trying not to laugh at your pure ridiculousness.
"I'll tell you what YN. How about this weekend we do the finishing touches together?" He says as he notices your mood perk up at the suggestion.
"Babe that would be so awesome!" You answer gleefully.
"I mean I have to put the crib, swing and rocker together anyways. Might as well do it all,” he says as he notices your eyes widen and you look away from him.
"YN-"
“Ok so I may have accidently out the swing together,” you say, grinning at your husband.
Hawks sighs, his hand doing to his head, "what in the world am I going to do with you?"
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eatmekaneki · 3 months
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His Obsession
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✖︎Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x fem!reader
✖︎Word count: 4.8k
✖︎Warnings: smut; noncon; dubcon; k!dnapping; Kn!feplay; blo*d; manipulation; yandere themes; izuku is a yandere; all characters are aged 18+
✖︎A/n: I have a prompt list with random themes and characters I spin a wheel for and this prompt landed on Izuku Midoriya and knife play! So here we go!
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Izuku had been on his own a bit too long now. He’d been on a job in your city tracking a trail of criminal activity that had led him straight to you.
Wanted posters with your face plastered on them were hung across the walls of his dark and sad rental studio apartment.
He had maps everywhere with leads and sticky notes. Pins and strings were winding across them all in multicolored webs pointing to spots across the city you’d been linked to.
He knew the danger you posed to him especially.
Your quirk was a mind manipulation type. It made you drive men mad with lust. As far as the hero’s knew, you were able to do this through something like a telekinetic ability but to activate it, your whole body would break out into a blush. That was the only things he’d been told about you, other than that you’ve been using your charms to rob and manipulate people across your large city. No one quite knew the range of your powers, or if someone even looking at you through a screen could be affected.
Cursing under his breath he picked up a photograph of you that one of his informants had been able to get him and looked it over. You might have already been a problem for him even without your power.
He looked around the room at all of the other photos of you he’d gathered over the past couple months. The photos hanging by his bed were zoomed in on different body parts of yours; lips, legs, shoulders, fingers, eyes…one where your plaid yellow skirt had almost blown up in the wind.
He pinned the new photo up on his living room wall and put a new red string across to a second pin to mark on the map of where you were last seen.
You’d been starting to put together a crew of other villains that had quirks that could manipulate people, he needed to move in now before you took your crimes to a more grand scale.
Laying down in his bed he stared at the photos of you so close to him…you were so close to him, and he was so close to finally getting to you.
He imagined every night what it would be like to finally confront you, to finally get his hands on you…
The obsession of catching you had started to transform into an obsession of other sorts, and his hand often found his way underneath his boxers at night staring at photos of you. You were everywhere… everywhere in this city it seemed. Everywhere in his apartment as well, and he needed you everywhere around him.
He’d imagine that with your powers you had to have the sweetest pussy that he’d ever felt. He hated that you were out there using that perfect body to steal from people, making them drool over you with your charms. It wasn’t right. He wanted to, needed to teach you a lesson.
He tucked his favorite knife under his pillow, the metallic red hilt of it poked out slightly from his white pillow.
There were ways to reform a villan. He’d seen it happen. A few of his former classmates had told him how they’d taken some villains underneath them to teach them a lesson. He never thought he’d be one to need to do it; but, for you he’d do anything. You could be good, and you could be his.
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You were standing in line at a small bank you’d planned on getting a bit of free cash from. Nothing huge so you didn’t bring any of your crew you’d usually keep around with you. This was just for some pocket change for dinner.
You were scoping out the tellers and trying to figure out how to make sure you got the cute older man with glasses at the first desk. He was pretty fit for his age and you wouldn’t have minded taking him out for a spin after you’d gotten some cash out of him.
You let someone go in front of you when the wrong desk opened up next for you. impatiently you hoped that he’d hurry up with the customer he was with. You wore your favorite low cut shirt and short skirt that you liked to have on when you were on a job. It was plain, no grand villain costume for you, just something cute and flirty. Men were easy, even without your quirk. sometimes all it took was shoving your tits forward in their face and they’d give you exactly what you wanted.
Finally the coast was clear for you to head forward. You put on your best flirtatious grin, and felt a small pink blush forming on your cheeks as you started to activate your quirk. that would guarantee you’d be the most appealing woman this guy had ever laid eyes on. At least for while you had your quirk activated he’d think so. He’d have no choice. Even after you’d linger in his mind from time to time if he stared too long at the blush on your cheeks and the way it almost swirled hypnotically under your skin. That was your plan at least. To take all you can but leave nothing but memories of you for their jerk off library.
You barely took one step forward before you were stopped frozen in your tracks. you felt the back of your shirt lift slightly by rough fingertips and something cold and sharp touched the skin of your lower back.
“Tell them never mind, we forgot something in our car.” A quiet voice growled from behind you.
Your jaw hung open slightly. You weren’t sure what to do but every instinct in you that wasn’t keeping your knees from buckling was telling you to listen to the command.
“N-never mind, sorry.” You stuttered speaking to the bank teller then walking out of the line.
The mysterious man behind you still held the blade to your back and walked with you.
“We forgot s-something…” You rushed as fast as you could, trying not to make a scene.
The man walked you to his car, a black SUV, a rental by the looks of it. He shoved you forward against the door face first. Your chest was pressed up against the window and your cheek hit the car hard enough to bruise. He then grabbed your arms, those rough and battered fingers digging sharply into your skin with a power you knew you’d never resist. He put them both behind you and slapped a pair of handcuffs on your wrists.
“You are under arrest for theft, and sexual coercion.” He grunted as he secured the metal handcuffs with a click as they locked into the tightest he could get them without cutting off circulation.
You heard the shuffle of his feet moving against the gravel between your own feet. A knee roughly shoved one of your legs aside. even though you had panties on under your skirt you felt exposed there in the parking lot.
You did a quick glance up to see that it was unfortunately a very empty lot and he had you positioned on the side of the car where any passersby might see.
You felt a nauseating chill -and though it was only because you couldn’t help it- you felt excitement in your core as he started to brush the front of himself against you. He was hard.
You opened your mouth to say something but he suddenly and roughly grabbed you by the shoulders and spun your trembling figure around to face him.
His wavy dark hair fell over angry eyes and a terrifying expression. You recognized him instantly. Though he seemed so much different than you’d seen him on television. Instead of his hero’s outfit, he wore casual loose black jeans and a black hoodie with a black baseball cap, likely to try and disguise his appearance.
Pro hero Deku, one of the strongest heros currently in the game. And supposedly a sweetheart, and good man.
The crazed, widened eyes on face in front of you had you questioning if tabloids had done him wrong. With that knife in hand he looked scarier than most villains you’d worked with in the past.
“I’ve been trying to find you for a long time. You really haven’t been behaving.” He held the knife up to your face, scolding you with it like he was wagging a finger at you.
You felt yourself shudder as your body tried to slump away from the knife the best it could without jerking away from him in a way that might set him off more.
He looked you up and down silently, giving you a terrifyingly casual smirk suddenly before commanding you.
“Now get in the car.” shoving you aside and opening the door you’d been in front of before roughly forcing you in.
He drove you back to a small studio apartment in a part of town you knew well. It wasn’t an area you liked being in. It gave you an uneasy feeling out here. The streets were littered with trash and rats and it felt like there was just a thick layer of smog everywhere more than the rest of the city.
You wondered what a pro hero like him was doing here. Even more strange was why he was even taking you here, instead of a police station.
You gulped nervously. Now that you think of it, you hadn’t heard him call your arrest in to anyone at all. Wasn’t that standard to do?
As if reading your mind he spoke from in the front seat.
“The only one that knows you’re here is me…” A trembling, but excited smirk came across his lips, he seemed like he was starting to sweat slightly.
“Sorry, I’m just so nervous” He chuckled. “I’ve never tried rehabilitation before…so it’s like you’re my first!” he grinned a large smile at you.
You had no idea what he was babbling on about. You were only wondering if when he opened the door you could just use your charms to let you make a run for it.
He stepped out for a moment, gathering a few things from the trunk into a black backpack before putting it on and walking over to your door.
The blush came back to your cheeks and your pupils turned into hearts as you activated your quirk fully.
He swung open the door and you met him with the biggest puppy dog eyes you could muster and a pout on your lips.
“Deku…please, I think I just need to go home.” You flirted. “I can give you something sweet before I go if you want.” You winked at him, with no intention to let him have an inch of your body.
He stalled for a moment, looking you up and down. You bent over slightly so that he could stare down your shirt better. You heard a small sharp intake of breath, and his hands twitched at his sides, like he was resisting the urge to reach out and grab you.
You smirked. They always fall for your charms.
Suddenly, Izuku started breaking out into a crazed laughter, throwing his head back and clutching a hand to his stomach with the hand that clutched the knife tightly still. Your expression fell and your body tensed up, suddenly realizing you weren’t safe from this anymore.
“Honey, that’s not going to work on me.” His eyes met yours. “I’ve been attracted to you. For a while.” He leaned forward down to your level, getting close and dragging the knife across your cheek. The feeling of the cold metal made you tremble.
“I figured the best way to get immune to your charms was no different than building up a tolerance to poison.” He spat out that last word at you, glaring at you as his eyes flicked from yours to your lips and back. He was mere inches away now, and still holding the knife to your skin.
“I’d cum to you every night, sometimes many times a day, just so when I finally got you that you wouldn’t have any affect on me.” The look he gave was unashamed, though what he said had you hanging your jaw open.
He what?
You weren’t blind to the idea that often the men you enchanted would need to go home and take care of themselves later. But, this man you���d never met, this hero no less…thinking of you that way, that often. You gulped and felt it hard to swallow.
He stepped back from the car, grabbing you by your arm and dragging you into the building.
You did try and struggle against him as he pulled you into his apartment, but it was never going to be any use. Your strength matched with his was an absolute joke, and you knew the knife wasn’t the only threat that he had here. Waving around the knife seemed to be more of a show for himself than anything. It didn’t make it less threatening though.
With your hands still behind your back he pushed you forward and you stumbled inside his apartment. He gave you a few more heavy shoves as you clumsily tripped over your own feet and landed stomach down onto his bed.
Your skirt fell up as you landed, your bare ass cheeks now exposed to him on the bed. You heard a sinful and desperate moan from behind you.
You quickly tried to cover yourself back up the best you could, a real blush forming on your cheeks slightly.
Izuku practically growled at seeing the flash of skin you’d accidentally given. He jumped on you and straddled you, sitting on the back of your thighs so that your ass was directly in front of his clothed erection.
You gasped and tried to squirm forward to release yourself from being pinned. Useless and hopeless of course.
This felt so wrong. You weren’t a saint yourself, but this man was supposed to be a top pro hero. A good guy.
You’d seen him on posters and always thought he was such a pretty man. One you’d love to ruin. Of course you’d thought of it. Who doesn’t fantasize about a pro hero from time to time. Not like this though…
Gone was anything resembling a hero. He was just an insane looking man with a knife in his hand and a devilish smirk on his face as he lifted the skirt up further.
“Fuck.” He hissed out. His hands shooting to massage at the plump cheeks. You whimpered out in protest at the feeling.
“Deku…please…what are you doing.” You sputtered your words out against the gray blanket on his bed your face was now buried in.
He grabbed your hair in the back roughly and turned your head so that you got a good visual of what was plastered all over his wall.
You felt cold ice in every limb at the sight. All of the photos of you on display right where he’d been sleeping…every night. You were repulsed and terrified. This wasn’t a normal investigation for him. He wasn’t just tracking down a villain, this had become something more for him. You’d had your own stalker and hadn’t even realized.
It hurt where he was still pulling at your hair. You didn’t dare struggle against him though. With the hand not holding your head down, you knew he still had that knife close and ready to use.
He lowered his face down next to yours, his cheek just ever so slightly brushing against your skin. You flinched away and that seemed to set him off.
“You’re going to have to get used to me little slut.” He then brought his lips to yours and sloppily kissed you. Again you tried to flinch away but he held you right to him in an uncomfortable attack.
You felt his hips starting to press deeply into you and grind against your ass. His hard cock was aching to be set free.
He needed this so badly. He’d been waiting for too long to have you beneath him like this. He told himself this was the perfect time to teach you a lesson. You deserved to be taught a lesson.
He pulled away from you and sat up again to get a good visual of the way he had you in front of him.
“Don’t. Move.” He spoke quietly, but in such a chilling tone that you instantly froze up and obeyed.
He then took the knife and put it to the back of your neck. Slowly he trailed it down, not enough to cut through the fabric of your shirt, but enough for you to feel the tickle of the blade against you.
It sent a shudder across your body and at that your stomach flipped, hoping you hadn’t twitched at all and made him cut you.
“You’re shaking little slut.” He chuckled breathily the knife stalling at your lower back.
His other hand grabbed tight to your hip and he pressed down holding you still to the bed.
“Don’t move.” He repeated hastily and excitedly in a raspy voice.
His hand left your hip and he pulled at your panties.
He took the knife and cut along the fabric of your underwear right over your crotch. You sucked in a tight breath as he was trailing dangerously close from your clit to your asshole. He then set the knife down on the bed next to you. Taking your panties between both hands and ripping it further leaving everything exposed in front of him.
You squirmed harder at this. He gave your ass a hard smack, causing it to redden instantly. You knew how hard he was capable of hitting. the fact that you knew that was probably the most reserved he was capable of being made you feel like death might be easier than what was about to come here.
“Deku…please don’t.” Without many other options to stop this, you tried to turn your quirk on again and woo him into letting you at least have it more gently
Your whole body covered in a slight blush for a moment as you activated it.
To no avail though. Izuku gave your ass an even harder smack. You yelled out at the sharp sting and your eyes squeezed tightly shut. It felt like that one already was developing into a bruise.
You could hear a snicker from behind you.
“It’s not gonna work, naughty girl. Like I said..” he pointed to the pictures of you on the wall.
You looked again through tear blurred eyes again to see the one in particular of your skirt almost flying up.
“I got off to you all the time. I'm immune to your charms.” He started to unbuckle his pants. “At least enough to do this my way.” He grunted as he took his thick and throbbing length out from his pants.
You hoped that the power he extended through the rest of him didn’t reach there, but you knew that’d be reaching for too much luck.
He was huge, and veiny and angry and dead set on being inside of you.
“I am going to teach you what happens to naughty girls like you that whore themselves out to commit crimes. Making good people cum in their pants over you, even if they don’t want to?” He spat at you.
You felt his plump head pressing against your entrance.
He tried to tease you slightly but he saw that you weren’t at all ready for him.
You were going to be reluctant it seemed. But, he didn’t care. He moved back and angrily shoved your legs further apart in one motion, using his knees, and went to enter again. This time with more force, not wanting to have to try again.
“It’s about time you learned what it feels like to be forced to...” he lost his words as he sucked in a sharp breath. The feeling of your walls sucking him inside so tightly had his eyes already rolling back. His lower half shuddered and he realized he was right, you had the most perfect pussy he’d ever been inside.
His hands gripped into your hips so tightly you were scared he’d forget what he was doing and snap you in half.
His head was hung back and he’d stalled for a moment, before starting to move himself slowly.
You hated how he was filling you up so completely. Every time he pushed himself all the way in your body was betraying you with a moan falling out reflexively from your lips.
He seemed pleased at this and continued to give you deep thrusts, his hips pounding against your ass. His breath hitched in his throat when he locked on to the way your ass was jiggling and rippling each time he smacked against it.
“Fuck you’re so good…” he moaned, grabbing the handcuffs by the chain between them. He used the motion to pull you up, making you arch your back and making him slide even deeper inside of you, kissing painfully against your cervix.
You let out a small scream as he started to pound into you roughly like this.
He didn’t seem to mind your protest though. In fact he might have even liked it.
“Guess you don’t make all the men you trick fuck you like this Hm?” He slammed up into you in one rough and painful movement. “Gonna have to show you why it’s a bad idea to go around offering yourself to everyone like a slut.” He grabbed your head again and shoved you back down onto the bed, pressing your face into the blankets but lifting your hips up into doggystyle.
“Please…stop…” you sobbed, hating the filled up feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your walls. He filled you up in a way that was making your pussy throb all over.
You couldn’t help it though. You couldn’t stop your body from enjoying the feeling.
With each unwanted movement, you also were overwhelmed with the reality that he was good with what he was doing. It wasn’t fair.
With no warning the blade of the knife was back against your ass.
You could feel the tip cut slightly against your skin. Not very deep, but enough that you knew he’d broken skin.
“FUCK” you screamed, “What the fuck!”
You heard chuckling from behind you, a raspy and breathy series of laughs. He was so far gone in the moment he might have lost his original plot of trying to rehabilitate you.
He wasn’t sure what lesson he really wanted to teach you at this point. Now that you were here all he really wanted was to never let you leave. Maybe that’s all this ever was about.
You looked so good in person, everything he’d ever dreamed of in a girl. You felt even better. It was just a shame you were a dirty slutty villain. He realized that was the real reason he needed to rehabilitate you.
He’d make you his. His good girl instead of the dirty criminal that you were.
That required a lot of hard lessons though.
“Please…” you sobbed
A trickle of blood ran down your ass cheek from the cut, he wiped it off with the sleeve of his hoodie in awe. he never realized how pretty blood could be until he saw it on you. He’d been around it plenty, but this felt like something else.
To test it he stopped his movements and gave another small cut to the other cheek.
“NO!” You screamed out. He simply smirked at that, letting his thumb run over the cut this time smearing the crimson red across your skin as he picked back up his torturous pace.
The power surging from him being inside you was something you could practically feel. His quirk was something terrifying when he wasn’t being a hero.
It also started to feel like a slight bit of static inside of you along with every pump, he was directing a bit of his power to his entire pelvic area. Whether on purpose or accident you couldn’t tell, but the pace was like nothing you’d ever felt before.
You felt your stomach tightening and you started to clench around his dick.
“Deku…stop…don’t wanna…c-cum” you whined with tears flooding down your face now.
His face lit up at this.
“You’re gonna cum? Shit..” he reached around between your legs and found your clit with two of his fingers. He flicked the swollen area between his middle and index quickly.
“N-no! Please no!” You cried out, though it was useless. His attack on your clit continued, flicking and massaging it with just the right amount of pressure.
It sent you fully over the edge. You shivered as the waves of guilty euphoria were pulsing throughout you. Tears were pouring as well, any makeup you had on was down your face with the wetness as you were sobbing at your body’s betrayal.
Izuku looked down at the way your messy face was pressed ruined against the mattress. All for him. All his now. He’d give you all the lessons you needed. Show you how you’re all his and you don’t need to go around being a slut anymore.
“Tell me this pussy belongs to me now.” He hissed out at you as he was smacking his hips relentlessly against your ass.
“W-wha” you blubbered out.
“You heard me whore.” He grunted as something he did seemed to feel particularly good. “Say it.”
You whimpered, not wanting to give him this, but knowing you didn’t have much choice.
“My pussy is yours now Deku.” You cried out.
He seemed pleased at this, and started fucking into with an even wilder pace. Lots of ‘fuck’s and ‘damn’s were being repeated and you could feel yourself sore with the feeling of his brutal pace.
“Deku it hurtssss” you whined. Something in that seemed to set him off, his eyes widened and he let out an animalistic growl.
“Oh my goddd I can’t keep it in…” he mumbled, slowing his pace and becoming more uneven with his thrusting.
“Gonna cum!” he let out a hoarse cry as he collapsed on top of you, bucking his hips over and over clumsily as he spilled inside of you, letting out a series of ‘oh my god’s.
He pulled out and instantly put himself back inside his pants. You were sat still dripping and full of the cum he’d left there.
“Absolutely disgusting.” He chuckled. “Villains are absolutely disgusting.”
He shook his head at you before shoving you over onto your side.
“I might’ve gotten a bit carried away. But I guess I have to work up more of a resistance to your quirk than I thought. You really do bring out people’s inner animal with that.” He glared at you. “It’s dangerous. Too dangerous even to put you in prison. You’ll just manipulate the guards.”
You now saw that he was moving towards a spot on the bed you hadn’t noticed, a sturdy metal bar with another set of handcuffs on it.
He forced your arm to it and hooked you in to the new handcuffs. Taking the old ones off and tossing them aside.
“I think it’s safer for everyone if you just stay here with me.”
The terror must’ve shown on your face because he gave you a small kiss on your forehead.
“It’s alright. I won’t need to be mean to you once you’re rehabilitated.”
You realized he’d picked the knife back up at some point, as it was being waved around in your face.
He then walked away to his kitchen that was still in the eyeline of his bed, to get himself something to drink.
“I’ll figure out a way to get out of here. you’re no different than me for this Deku” you spat that last bit. “You’re a villain now too.”
He ran back over to you, jumping on the bed in a crouch like an animal and grabbing your face roughly.
“No sweetie, that’s not true. You’re the villain here, and I’m the one teaching you a lesson. Just like it’s always been.” He gave another menacing smirk as he saw you shaking slightly. “Anyways, it’s your fault. You brought it out in me, flaunting it around all over the place.”
You had a feeling you’d flown too close to the sun with your quirk. How could you be so stupid to not realize it would eventually get the wrong hero too riled up.
He had become a feral animal when it came to you.
“So, like you said, you’re mine now.”
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bonkwrites · 1 year
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Baby
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Warnings: PIV, afab!reader, slight dom!Aizawa, slight sub!reader, a little bit of uniform kink, some choking, overstim, dirty talk, begging, praise, breeding, wanting a baby. 
Relationship: Shota Aizawa x wife!reader
Shota thinks you're irresistible. He knows you think lowly of yourself, that sometimes you get up in your own head about your body, your personality, your skills… people have put you down, hurt you, but never him. Shota doesn't care if he spends his whole life making you realize you're the best woman on planet earth, he'd do it all over again. 
It's your anniversary tonight. During the day, it's work. You're subbing for Mic in English, his gorgeous wife drilling vocabulary and grammar into their heads until their brains hurt. He sits with you at lunch, watches you eat the lunch he made for you while you laugh at his jokes. You play with your necklace, dragging the pendant up and down the chain, and Shota might sound like a degenerate when he says this but… seeing you in your teaching uniform really does something for him. 
He's thought about before, why he always thought you looked so good while teaching, and he wants to think it's because you're in your element, teaching the kids, doing something you love, but in reality it's because your teaching clothes involve form-fitting clothing and not your normal sweatpants and big shirt combo. He thinks that's sexy too but seeing you in a button down… in a skirt and a short heel… wearing earrings and makeup? He's been thinking about dragging you to the supply closet on the fourth floor, the one isolated from the rest of the school, and hiking your skirt up like the dirty man you've turned him into.
"Shota? Baby?" You regard him with a confused look in your eye and you giggle when he makes eye contact, "you okay?" 
"Of course," Shota replies, "just.. thinking about tonight." 
"I'm so excited to go out," you smile across at him, excited to finally get to dress up and go out, "it's gonna be so fun, we haven't been out in forever and I-" 
Shota fully admits to losing focus on what you're talking about, staring at you as you talk about your dress for tonight while a happy smile on your face. He's lost for words, truly, he's fucking speechless and all you're doing is talking about how happy you are to get to go out again. 
You've talked to him about kids before, but he's thinking tonight has to be the night. He reaches across the table and holds your free hand, thumb rubbing across the back of your hand. You smile at him sweetly and keep talking. 
"This place is fancy," you whisper across at him, glancing around at the tables and decor of the restaurant. Shota takes a sip of his red wine, your hand in his on the table. He smirks. 
"Only the best for you, sweetheart," he replies. You blush but roll your eyes. Shota knows you would have been happy with takeout on the couch but you shine when he treats you like this, like a princess, like you deserve. 
An impulsive thought pierces through his mind, the image of what you'll look like later, bent over on the bed, his chest pressed to your back, his hands pinning yours to the mattress. He knows you like it slow, like to feel every inch of him, and he can almost hear the sounds you'll make. 
"You're…" You start to say something but then you stop yourself, rolling your eyes again and running your hand through your hair nervously. Shota likes watching you squirm when he compliments you. 
Sometimes it's like you're a new couple again, blushing at every compliment, holding hands and smiling to yourselves. 
"What am I?" Shota fixes you with a sharp stare. You bite your lip and avoid his gaze, legs crossing under the table. 
"Fuck off," you mumble. The waiter approaches, main course in hand, and tops off your wine before he leaves. 
You eat, the squirming dying off after a while, and once dessert is done you're both heading home. Shota pays, walks out with you, and of course he opens your door for you. He gets you home, riding you up the whole drive with his hand on your thigh. Your hands grip his arm, leaned into him the whole ride. 
"Shota," you whine at some point, his fingers digging into your inner thighs, you're about ten minutes from home, "Wh-What do you think your doing?" 
"Having fun, sweetheart. Don't act like you don't like it," Shota's fingers dip in and his cock twitches in his pants when he finds out you're wearing lace, "I can feel how much you do." 
You whimper, legs spread open under the skirt of your dress. You grip onto the door and take it, face hidden away from him, as he rubs your clit through your panties. God, the way he wants to make you beg for it. 
He doesn't let you cum, not in the car, and you tighten your legs, rubbing your thighs together to try and ease the ache. Shota feels your mouth, hot and wet, wrap around the tips of his fingers and lick them clean. You know what you do to him, of course you do. 
He's been so unbelievably horny all day, from the second he woke up and saw you dressed in your substitute teacher uniform, from when you bent down and kissed him and wished him a happy anniversary, baby. He pins you to the door of your bedroom, he can't stop, he needs you, his mind swims with every sound you make. 
"God, oh god," you gasp, hands in his hair, neck leaned to the side to give him more room in marking you. His hands grip you tightly, pull you against him. 
"Please," your lips move against his when you talk, "please put a baby in me, please," 
"Can I put a baby in you? Tonight?" He thinks he feels your knees go a little weak when he speaks. You nod and kiss him, heart beating so hard he can feel it in your hands where they touch him. Your touch burns his skin, sets it all on fire through his suit jacket and button down.
Shota turns you around from the door, his hands searching for your zipper on the back of your dress and then your dress is on the floor. Shota's eyes are still closed, he's kissing you after all, but when his hands make contact with the lace he pulls away and opens them to look at you. 
It's all black and red lace, not an inch of support, made just to be taken off. It's like is painted onto you with how it hugs your skin. You sit down on the bed and wiggle off the panties as he pulls his suit jacket off. You watch him undo the buttons of his shirt, eyes following his hands down… until his shirt is open and he's taking off his belt. Your hands skim over your nipples through the lace of the bra. Shota's in a trance, watching you, he can't take his eyes off you, can't believe he got such a perfect fucking wife.
He nearly reached for the bedside drawer in his haze, looking for a condom, before he remembers what he's doing. Naked, he crawls between your open legs, and you gasp when you feel his cock slide between your folds. Your hands reach for his, he takes them and pins them above your head. 
"S-Shota-" you whimper, "please fuck me." 
"Let me take care of you, yeah?" Shota whispers in your ear. You nod, breath shaking. "Good girl." 
"You want it?" He takes himself in his hand and pushes in just the tip, you nod and spread your legs farther, moaning at the feeling. 
"P-Please-!" You cry out, "I-I need it, I need you," 
Shota watched the way your face crumbles with pleasure when he sinks himself into you slowly, inch-by-fucking-inch. He groans when he finally bottoms out, your hips twitching. You wrap your legs around his waist, hold him there, as you lift your hips and fuck yourself on his cock. 
"That's it, baby," Shota moans, "use it." 
"Fuck," you curse, back arched, hands fighting to break free. You're just as pent up as he is, you’ve been just as horny as him all day, you had to be. Shota releases your hands and grips your hips, he helps you along, until you’re reaching for his shoulders and pulling him down over you. 
“Sh-Shota- oh god,” you sob, back arching, a hand snaked between you to touch yourself, “please don’t stop,” 
“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby,” his voice is deep, growling, and he can feel you cumming around him. You slap your hands to his back, dig your nails in, and Shota groans as pain mixes with pleasure. 
“Good girl, give it to me,” he whispers, one hand moving to tweak your nipple through rough lace. You gasp, cry out his name, and arch your back impossibly higher. Shota slows his hips down, he doesn’t want to cum so soon, so quickly, and the way your thighs shake when he gives it to you slow like this makes him go crazy. 
“M-move me?” you ask, voice high and weak. Shota rakes his eyes up and down every inch of skin he can see, he holds your hips still for you, and considers moving you to your stomach. 
“P-” you take a deep breath, bat your eyelashes up at him, “please?” 
“Fuck,” he groans, hands tightening on your hips before he pulls out and moves you onto your chest. You get up on your knees and arch your back, presented to him like a goddamn present. He puts his hands on your ass, kneading the skin there, and you gasp at his touch. 
“Fuck, baby, you look so fucking good right now,” Shota groans when you arch your back farther in response. 
“Fuck me.” you whimper. Who is he to deny his wife when she asks him so nicely? Shota guides himself in, slow, and watches the way your body relaxes and just takes him in. 
“It’s like you’re made for me,” Shota says as he leans over you to gather your hair up in his hand. He tugs, gentle, and your neck bends back to leave you gasping and gripping at the sheets. 
“I-I was,” you moan, clenching around him, “I w-was made for- for you,” 
“Damn right you were,” he growls, taking your hip in his free hand and finally starting to fuck you. He snaps his hips, thrusts hard and slow, and relishes in the way it makes you sound. You were fucking made to take it, you had to be. 
“Take it,” he demands, as if you could do anything else, and you sob his name, “fucking take it,” 
“Y-Yes, sir,” you whimper. Shota feels like his whole body is on fire, chasing his orgasm, losing his fucking mind. He raises a hand to spank you just to hear the way you cry out. When he lets your hair go you collapse onto the bed and fuck yourself back on him. 
“Fuck, fuck, shit, baby,” Shota groans out every curse word he can think of as he buries himself deep inside you and cums. You gasp, legs spread wider, back arched lower, gasping for air. Shota lets you come down, he can feel your heartbeat through your back where it’s pressed to his chest, before he reaches beneath you and takes your throat in his hand and grinds his hips. 
“Cum again,” the hand not wrapped around your throat touches your clit and you shake, “cum one more time around my cock, sweetheart,” 
“Shota!” you sob, oversensitive. Shota’s just as sensitive as you are but he’s putting a baby in you tonight and he’s going to make sure it sticks. 
“I-I can’t,” you sob, “p-please, I can’t,” 
But your breaths are already coming out faster, you’re already pulsing around him. Held under him like this, pinned like this, you’ve got nowhere to go and no way to fight back. He could make you cum five, six, seven more times before he lets you go. His cock, spent and sensitive, twitches at the image his brain brings up for him. 
“One more, baby, that’s it,” he encourages, lips by your ear, “good girl, gimme one more,” 
You scream, absolutely scream his name, and he feels the way your whole body gives into your orgasm. Shota stays there but he pulls his fingers away from your clit. You pant, thighs still shaking, and when he pulls out you don’t move. He reaches for a towel in the laundry basket and helps you turn over. He presses kisses to your cheeks, your lips, until you’re giggling and pulling him down to cuddle with you. 
“Love you,” you whisper against his chest. Shota holds you tighter. 
“Love you, too, baby.” he replies. He rubs slow circles on your shoulder and wishes silently for a baby.
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angelltheninth · 1 year
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Disciplinary Action
Pairing: Izuku "Deku" Midorya x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, all characters are 18+ here, established relationship, punishment, dom/sub dynamics, fingering, clit stimulation, encouragement, praise, dick riding, needy Deku, soft!dom Deku
Word count: 1.6k
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A/N: This was a commission for a user here on Tumblr. I'm so sorry this is late but hopefully it's worth it. My commissions are still open so if you'd like one just DM me.
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In all the years that you've dated Izuku never came off as needy to you. Quite the opposite, he was always patient and maybe a little on the shy side of things when it came to intimacy. Happy to give and happy to receive, never demanding above what you were offering.
And really being the new Symbol of Piece didn't live either of you with much time for things like sex, at least not as much as you'd both like so you took advantage of every moment you could steal with each other, no matter how small or fast it may be.
That was what it was supposed to be like but... damn were you busy lately. Izuku would wrap his arms around you and pull you against him, kissing your neck but you would brush him off saying you had work to do. That was fine with him, he was happy with the cuddles and the kisses. At least you thought he was.
"Sweetie, are you gonna be working for much longer?" Izuku was already on the couch, smiling at you with his winning, shying smile, his green tie hanging loosely around his neck, sleeves rolled up, revealing the many scars he's earned over the years of being a Pro.
"Hm?" You didn't look up from your laptop as you typed away on the living room table, "Yeah, a bit more. You can go to bed if you want, but my deadline is in two days."
The silence was almost deafening. Usually he would reply to you somehow or offer to stay up with you, or make you something to drink. This time all he said was, "Come here sweetie."
Spoken in a serious, demanding tone, so unlike the bubbly, soft voice you were accustomed to hearing from him it got your attention, "What? Izuku, I just need to-"
"Here. Now."
Your body moved on his own, you couldn't even see his face from this angle, with his broad back turned to you. There was a sound though, a familiar one.
As you rounded to face him you could see his face, blushing and burning as he fisted his hard cock up and down, his pants not even down his legs, "Izuku." He rarely ever did this in front of you, "I told you I can't right now."
"You can. You will. I miss your pussy so much sweetheart. Don't you miss my cock? It's been so lonely without you." He sped up his movements, keeping eye contact the whole time, "I know you missed me too. You've just been too wrapped up in your work. I understand. I know I shouldn't be mad about it but..." He grit his teeth as he gripped the bottom of his shaft, "Ah, come here, I wanna see how much you need me too."
He is tone was half desperate, half commanding, but correct. Even if you didn't need him before you certainly do now that you've seen how hard he is for you.
"A quickie?"
"Depends on how well you follow orders." The atmosphere around you suddenly shifted, Izuku's eyes on yours, dark green, wild... hungry. "Strip." Was all he said as he resumed on jerking off, the sound filling the room, making your panties sticky even as you pushed them down, "Just like I thought. Fucking sopping wet. And you're telling me you weren't horny for me like a bitch in heat? The evidence is all over the floor sweetie."
With his free hand he pointed down and without protest you sank onto your your knees in front of him. You licked your lips, eyeing his cock, only to get offered his fingers instead.
You took them both in your mouth, running your tongue over the rough pads and the scarred flesh, gripping his hand, his wrist and gently smoothing over his arm. "So skilled with that tongue. See why my cock missed you? You could make any man lose his mind, bring a Pro like me down with just your mouth. Lucky for me you're on my side huh?" He finally chuckled again, you missed that sound. But that wasn't the thing you missed the most about him right now.
As if he could tell what you were thinking his fingers left your mouth with a wet pop. You eyed his cock hungerly, crawling towards it next.
"Stay." You almost hated how that word, that tone made you obey, "Good girl. Up. You can show me how much you wanted me with these." Izuku hooked his two wet fingers upwards and placed his hand next to him on the couch.
"But I... I wanna taste you." You protested even as your body obeyed.
"I know you do. You gotta ride my fingers first okay? I promise I'll take good care of you afterwards." There was that gentle reassuring smile again. How could he have that expressing while you were taking his fingers deep right next to him? "I love you sweetheart." He started pumping his cock again, his eyes not leaving yours as you leaned back on the couch with your elbows to have an easier time moving your hips. "You're pretty like this, half naked, with that cockhungry expression on your face. You want this cock pumping cum inside you don't you? Don't you?"
His fingers hooked inside of you, almost making you lose your pace. "Yeah. Yeah, you know I do. I want the whole thing, every inch of you." It wasn't anything you were ashamed to admit. You were far enough into your relationship to be very familiar with each others desires.
"Well then... come and get it." Despite his words he started moving his wrist, pushing his fingers deep inside of you until your cunt was clenching and spasming around him, your pussy juice gushing all over the couch.
"Izuku!" You threw your arms around him, whimpering loud and pathetic when his fingers left your pussy, "Need you. Please. I'm sorry."
"Now, now sweetheart. You know how to apologize." He cupped your face in his hands, his lips a little rough but also quite soft on yours, "Ride my dick. Make it come." He whispered as his arms wrapped around your back and your hands gripped his shirt tight, nails digging into his shoulders, "Ride me like you wanna break me."
Breaking Izuku was impossible. Unless it was with words, he was still a bit of a softie there. But physically? There was no force that could even bend him let alone break him.
You started going down on his dick, the combined cum making it an easy slide, an easy fit for you. With no shame at all you rolled your hips up and down, each time going all the way down to the base and up to the very tip, your pussy tight and widening up for him every time.
"Missed this. Missed the feeling of you inside of me." You managed to say, although every word was interrupted with a moan or a wet slippery sound.
Izuku tilted his head back in pleasure, "Hm, missed you too. Missed how your pussy feels. How you sound. How you move on top of me. How perfect you are on my cock." His cock was twitching, pulsing, his own composure slipping away with every roll of your hips.
How did you go weeks without his cock making you feel so good? Doesn't matter you had it now, you needed it now, you needed his cum now. You have pills for this exact reason after all. When both of you get too horny for him to pull out.
"Come. Come Izuku. Need your cum inside me, now, please, please, please!" This was your pussy talking more then your head but when you had the tip of his cock so deep inside you every time you didn't even want to think about anything else then him blowing his load inside of you right this damn second.
Neither did he apparently. Izuku gripped you tight, held you down against him while he kept hammering his hips upwards, his thick seed shooting inside you in quick bursts, each thrust feeling like it was triggering your orgasm over and over but not letting you come. He must have noticed you struggling because the next thing you knew his thumb was on your clit, rolling and pushing quickly in the exact pace of his thrusts.
"Izuku! Mmn!" Your back snapped in an arch as your orgasm crashed over you, flowing into his own. Moments later your shaky body fell onto his equally heaving one. "Fuck. Oh my fucking god. You're still going."
That made him chuckle and made his cock twitch with pride, still filling you up despite him being still. "Yeah well I had a lot stored up. Mind if we stay like this for a bit?"
You shook your head, "I was about to ask you the same thing. I'm sorry for ignoring you."
"I'm sorry for not saying anything before." He kissed the side of your cheek, his soft, fluffy hair tickling the side of your face. "Guess we both need punishments." That got your pussy clenching all over again. Right. His damn stamina, of course.
"Dummy." You kissed him with everything you had, smiling into the kiss. A smile which he gladly returned as you got ready for the second but certainly not the last round of the evening.
You didn't finish work on time but both of you finished very happily many times that night.
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Becoming Big Brother HC
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Warnings: bigbro!katuski, katsuki has only child syndrome, acts like a brat
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bigbro!Bakugo not liking his baby sister at first
acts like a complete brat those first couple of months after your birth
hates that everyone loves this chubby cheeked cherub that was constantly thrust upon him, forced to love
more annoying was the way you would coo more when he was around. Wasn't it obvious that he didn't like you? Were you that stupid of a baby not to realize he wanted nothing to do with you?
he'd probably be the same way with even a brother. Katsuki enjoyed being the only child.
gets irritated when Mitsuki puts her children in matching clothes
"Oh she just loves her big brother!" Mitsuki would chirp when you would gurgle toward Katsuki, showing off pink gums.
at that point he's on a mission to get you to cry. pinching, taking your toys out of your hand, this little turd was only met by your jolly baby giggles
it would take until you were two for Katsuki to at least tolerate you
but then you started walking
following him around the house and not giving him a moment of peace
he thinks you'll stop once you fall on your diaper cushioned bum but you simply get back up on unsteady feet and chase after him.
Then comes a moment that he swore would never happen. You finally worm your way into his heart the moment you nearly say his name for the first time. Your first word would be KatKat.
bigbro!Bakugo, while still thinking your a stupid girl in your pink onesies, stops trying to make you cry or ignore you. Mitsuki notices to her shocked pleasure the change in her son. How he started speaking more gently with you. Trying to get you to say his name correctly though it was unfeasible at your age.
Shows you how to properly play with his toys even if most of them end up in your mouth.
"Hopefully when she gets bigger she won't be as stupid." Katuski comments. He really didn't want his baby sister to grow up to be a moron.
Grudgingly he starts to love you.
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manias-wordcount · 1 year
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Anytime At All (Keigo Takami x Reader)
𝗔/𝗡: 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁, 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘄𝗸𝘀-𝗶𝘀-𝗮-𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱-𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁. 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗺𝗲, 𝘁𝗼 𝘆'𝗮𝗹𝗹 <𝟯
𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?
𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?
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The sudden dip in the bed causes you only to stir. It’s the kiss on the cheek that truly wakes you up.
 At the feeling of soft, warm lips against your skin, you can’t help but shift and moan out. Immediately, the figure backs away, obviously to give you your space. But your sleep-ridden mind doesn’t think about some stranger who had just woken you up from your precious slumber. No, all your can do is stretch out and draw back into yourself- already missing those brief seconds of warmth that their presence allowed you. 
 Above you comes a quiet chuckle. A melodic sound, so full of comfort and familiarity. Wakes you up even further. And even though you can’t help but struggle and struggle as you turn over on your back to face the person hovering over you, you still mind the strength to turn your head, to open your eyes, and…
 “ Keigo !”
  …to smile.
 Keigo smiles back at you, his eyes scrunching up at the corners despite his mostly tired expression. He’s hovering over you at a slight angle- arms on either side of your body with only one knee pressed into the mattress to give him leverage. Your eyes slowly traveled his figure, noticing that he was still dressed in his hero suit with only the jacket gone and gloves gone. His headphones sat loosely around his neck, hanging in the air and blending with his long, messy hair which always seems to become worse after a full day of work. It looks like he just came in from the office. No- it’s  undeniable  that he just came in from the office. Nothing else could explain his worn-out yet still professional-looking state of appearance. 
 Though the thought of it makes you frown. You can vaguely call a conversation the two of you had a couple of weeks ago- one where he told you that he was going to be working later and later nights and that you shouldn’t wait up for him anymore. And you remember specifically that you had gone to bed a while after midnight.  Was he really just getting home now? How long has he been out?  At your wandering thoughts, your eyes fall away from his face to look at the bedside table just a meager few inches away. Your gaze instantly settles on the instant clock you have been using as an alarm ever since you moved in with him though it’s a little hard to focus on the time while your head is still full of clouds. Though a couple of seconds of squinting really, really,  really  hard into the darkness of your dimly lit finally tells you that it’s  4:57  in the morning...
 And that there’s a bouquet of flowers where you usually put your phone and a cup of water each night. 
 It doesn’t take nearly as long as it did when you first woke up to recognize what you’re seeing, and you can’t help but give out a little gasp. Above you, Keigo lets out another chuckle, and you find yourself growing a bit warm at the sound. And that feeling only increases when a couple of seconds later, Keigo is reaching out his hand and placing it on your cheek so he could redirect your gaze back to him and him alone. 
 “ Aren’t you supposed to be asleep right now, baby bird?”  He whispers to you, his voice coming out as a nice, pretty, low sound that you’re sure might just lull you back to bed if keep talking. And you imagine he already knows that considering how his amused expression only increases with a slight upward tug of his lips and the softness of his eyes. His thumb starts to draw small circles into your skin, only adding to that feeling from earlier, as he leans down, down, down,  down,  and places a gentle peck on your lips before pulling back, “ You weren’t supposed to see those until morning, you know. ”
 “ Hmmm ,” You let out a hum, feeling so content and so loved with the attention he’s giving you right after what you know must have been a long, long day. You give him a playful smile- the best one you can muster up while the warm, expensive sheet’s donning the bed trying to pull you back into the dark side. Then, without wasting another second, you point at the clock sitting right next to the pretty flows and say, “ It’s morning right now. ”
 He bristles. And then you giggle because you’re able to see the tippy tops of bright red wings react in time with his lighthearted huff. And of course, because he’s Keigo and he’s so incredibly soft and cuddly and  warm  when he wants to be- he leans into you and goes in to place another kiss upon your lips. And another one. And another. And another one. And another. Each one deeper and impossibly  sweeter  than the last. And by the time he pulls away, your breathing has gone a little heavy, and your eyes have glazed over with pure bliss. But even then, he still stays close. He still hovers mere inches away from your face with warm cheeks and a kind smile as he looks at you with what seems like all the love and affection in the world.
 “ You wanna see them ?” He whispers against your lips, his quiet breath sending small shivers of excitement down your spine. “I  can give them to you now if you want. ”
 You nod your head. “Yes, please.”
 He offers you another smile before pushing back and getting off of you as you sit up in the bed. Already, you find yourself missing that added layer of warmth and protection that he always brings now that he’s no longer above you, and the dip in the mattress beside has just disappeared. But there’s no need for you to wait around for long- wanting and wishing for his return like you do every time you send him off to work. This time, he returns to you in just a few little seconds. 
 Bouquet of roses, now in hand. 
 “ Thank you so much, Keigo. I don’t know what to say… ” You murmur, reaching out to take the flowers from his outstretched hand. It’s a simple bouquet. Only one type of flower. Only a simple white ribbon keeps it together. Your heart can’t help but melt at the sight of twelve gorgeous and perfectly kept red roses now in your hand. All for you. “ There’s so beautiful. ”
 All from him.
 You look up at him to offer another smile, and to your surprise, he looks less tired than you remembered. Rejuvenated even. He’s still the same Keigo- the hero that you love and adore more than anything else in the world, but he looks  better  somehow. More content. More relaxed even. Like he had just woken up from a long, long nap. Like he didn’t just get off of work around thirty or so minutes ago. But then he returns your smile with an even bigger, happier grin of his own. And you decide that there are other things you should focus on right now. Other things that are happening right here. Other things are happening right now. 
 And so, you thank him again. 
 “ Thank you, Keigo. ” You whisper quietly, your battle against your own sleepiness started to chip and wear away now that you’re just so full of all things sweet and soft and lovely. “ I love them.”
 “Any time, baby bird.” He whispers back, before leaning in to press a small kiss to your forehead as your eyes begin to fight to stay open and your body begins to subtly sway. Before you know it, the flowers are back out of your hands, and you’re being eased under the covers once more. You don’t remember if you put up a fight. You don’t remember if you asked for one more kiss or one more hug or anything of the sort. No- you just remember your eyes growing heavier and heavier, and your breath growing more and more even with every passing minute. And the one last thing he told you before you had truly, truly surrounded to dreamland once more-
 “Anytime at all.”
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⤷ summary: in which izuku, katsuki, and shouto make a bet about what flavor chapstick you wear.
word count: 4.8k   pairing: tdbkdk | fem!reader   warnings: none ♡   genre: crack, smut | lime author’s note: This is a COLLEGE AU, meaning all characters are aged up to 18+ consenting adults—more specifically all characters are in their 20s.
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If there was one thing about you that everyone knew, it was that you were not one to shy away from PDA with anyone. And by anyone, that means anyone. It was no secret you were overly-affectionate, especially with your friends. It wasn't a bad thing, just a little jarring at times. 
You were a big cuddler. It was absolutely normal to embrace one of your friends and hold them hostage on the common room couch. It was practically routine. Holding hands was another habit of yours. You hated walking to class alone, and whoever you convinced to go with you would have your hand tightly wrapped around theirs the entire time.
There were other ticks too, like how you’d sit on the nearest person’s lap even if there was space for you elsewhere, or when you essentially tackle your friends into a hug when you got too excited, which was surprisingly quite often. It’s just how you were, and your friends had long since accepted that. 
There was one thing, however, that a certain group of testosterone-heavy someones couldn't wrap their heads around. As harmless and simple as it may have seemed to you, it really stirred up tensions with your guy friends. Out of all your little ticks, there was one tick you loved to do the most, and that was kiss.
It wasn’t a sexual thing. In fact it was far from it. You kissed everyone, including your girl friends. Truthfully, you kissed your girl friends more often than your guy friends, but it didn't change the fact that you kissed a lot. Like... a lot. So much so that the guys of your dorm have a bit of a competition around it. 
You see, you were a very pretty girl. You were sweet and kind, and adorable, and all the things guys fawn over in a spritely young woman such as yourself. Having someone like you around the dorms was a blessing for them. A pretty girl who isn’t afraid of some platonic touching with the opposite sex? What an absolute win!
“I’m telling you guys, y/n totally wants me!” Denki burst into the common room.
“Did you take the stairs? Why are you sweating?” Mina asked, turning around on the couch to face him.
“Yeah, the elevator was too slow,” he huffed, throwing his bag on the floor and jumping onto an empty chair.
Jirou scrunched her nose. “We live on the third floor why are you sweating that much?” 
“Oh my GOD, did you guys not hear what I said?” Denki groaned, changing the subject. “y/n wants me! She wants my plug in her outlet, and she wants me to stick it in and out all night long!” 
The room erupted into a sea of disgusted groans. A rogue pillow found itself impacted in Denki’s face, courtesy of Mina. 
“Ew, dude?!” Jirou cringed. 
Kirishima shook his head disapprovingly. “Come on, man. Not cool.” 
“That’s just gross,” said Sero.
“Trust me, the last thing y/n wants is any of...” Mina gestured to Denki. “that.”
“I know I am going to regret asking you this, but what happened to make you think that she wants you.” Kirishima curiously asked. 
Denki smiled and excitedly made his way to sit on the open seat between Mina and Kirishima. 
“I was walking back from class, right? And I saw y/n walking to class on her own. So, I ran up and offered to walk with her there. She smiles all big, bats her eyes and goes ‘Oh Denki, thank you so much! I’m so happy you’re here! Why don’t you just take me already, oh-hoo-hoo-hoo~!’”
Jirou rolled her eyes. “She did not say that.” 
“She might as well have!” He countered rather defensively. “Anyway, she takes my hand and––dude, she’s so close to me I can smell her shampoo—she's brushing against my arm, laughing at all my jokes; and when we get to the science building she’s all big-eyes and pouty lips, ‘Thank’s again Denki, you are such a good friend,’ and then, boom! She lays one on me, right here!” He points to his left cheek where there was a faint pink glossy mark. 
“Oh, so like, what she’s like with literally everyone else,” Sero bleats. 
“Nah man, you weren't there, you didn’t see the way she looked at me! Those were fuck me eyes, I’m telling you.”
Jirou suddenly stood from her seat in the lounge chair. “Seriously, guys? If you’re gonna keep talking about y/n like that, I’m leaving. You guys are gross. Animals.”
“Yeah, I’m out too.” Mina followed Jirou to their room leaving the boys to themselves.
“I don’t know what they’re so mad about. They get to room with her. If I got to share a room with y/n I'd be the happiest man on earth,” Denki swoons.
“Yeah because you’d be the last man on earth, dipshit,” Sero snickers, causing the others to laugh. 
Denki’s cheeks turn red. “Whatever! You guys are just jealous because y/n likes me the most.”
“What, because she kissed you once on the cheek? Please, she’s kissed me at least three times,” Sero not-so-humbly brags.
Denki shoots up from his seat. “No way!”
“Yeah, and even then, it’s obvious who her favorites are, and—newsflash—it's not you or me.”
Just as Sero was picking apart the last bricks of hope Denki had left, the elevator dinged, revealing the other occupants of the floor. 
Kirishima smiled. “Sero’s right. Your little science building peck ain’t got nothing on whatever the fuck those three got going on with her.” He gestured to the three boys who leisurely walked in.
“What are you guys talking about?” Izuku asked as he stepped from the elevator with Katsuki and Shouto following behind. 
“We were just trying to see which one of us is y/n kisses the most to figure out who her favorite among the guys is,” Sero answered.
Katsuki sucked his teeth, his already permanent frown deepening. “Do you idiots really have nothing better to talk about?”
“It’s easy for you to not care when she’s all over you 24/7,” Denki pouts. “‘Katsuki can you open this for me please? Katsuki can you walk with me to psych? Katsuki can I lay on your lap while you play overwatch?’” Denki offensively mimics the sound of your voice. 
The common room erupted into snickers, turning the hot-headed blond’s neck red. “Watch it, dumbass,” he warns.
“Well, if you’re really that curious, I believe it's me,” said Shouto confidently, earning everyones attention. 
Katsuki’s brow twitched. “Oh, yeah? What makes you think that Icy-hot?”
“I can think of many occasions when y/n has kissed me and most of them were on the mouth. I think that would make me the favorite,” he stated as if it were fact.
It was this revelation that captured the attention of everyone in the room with great surprise. 
“You’ve kissed y/n on the mouth multiple times?” Sero gawked.
“She kissed me,” he clarified cooly.
“No way Shouto kissed y/n on the mouth before me!” Cried Denki dramatically, causing Shoji to comfort him. “That sneaky bastard preyed on our sweet, innocent girl and took advantage of her!” 
“I told you, she kissed me,” Shouto reiterated once more, becoming increasingly irritated.
Kirishima gave a heavy-handed pat to his back. “Congratulations, dude! I didn’t know you had it in you,” he smiled encouragingly.
Katsuki scoffed and crossed his arms. “So what? y/n’s kissed me on the lips too, and some of them weren't just innocent pecks neither.”
A strangled cry muffled by Shoji’s chest escaped Denki’s lips. 
“Guys should we really be talking about this?” Izuku shifted nervously. 
“Don’t go acting all high and mighty, Deku!” Yelled Katsuki. “I saw you and y/n kissing at the culture festival last month!”
“Stalk much?” Sero muttered snarkily under his breath.  Izuku’s cheeks went red and a coy smile spread across his lips. “Well...”
Denki broke free from Shoji’s strong arms and rushed towards Izuku, taking him by the collar. His reddened cheeks were stained with tears and nostrils flared. “Is this true Midoriya? Please, tell me it isn't true!”
“It is,” Izuku admitted, completely flustered and somewhat scared of his passionate, but clearly deranged friend. 
Denki fell to his knees. “You have to tell me what it was like! Was there tongue? How soft were her lips? What did she taste like? Tell me, I need to know!”
“This is getting sad,” Kirishima frowned, genuinely concerned, and Sero nodded in agreement. 
“I-I don’t know,” Izuku stuttered. “It was nice, I guess...” His mind went back to the day she kissed him at the festival by the taiyaki booth, and all the other times she’d placed her lips on his. He smiled softly. “Her chapstick tastes like watermelon.”
Denki smiled. “Watermelon,” he hummed. “Why didn't I think of that, that’s perfect for her! Fresh and sweet, just like her!”
“It’s not watermelon, idiot,” Katsuki spoke up. “It’s vanilla. It's always been vanilla.”
Izuku furrowed his brows. “Vanilla?” 
“Now that I think about it vanilla does suit her style better,” Denki muttered to himself. “I think Bakugou might be right on this one!”
“No, I’m pretty sure it’s watermelon,” Izuku asserted. 
“Strawberry.”
Everyone turned to Shouto, who all of the sudden looked very serious. “Her chapstick is strawberry flavored.”
The three boys locked eyes in an intense stare-off. Kirishima and Sero shared a look and identical smirks, hatching the same idea. 
“Why don’t we make this interesting,” Sero cut in, his mischievous grin glinting. “Why don't we make it a bet? Watermelon vs. Vanilla vs. Strawberry. Whoever is right can claim that they’ve kissed y/n the most, and therefore is her favorite.”
“I’ll take that bet,” says Izuku confidently. 
Katsuki scoffed. “You seem pretty confident for a jackass that’s about to lose!” 
“The same could be said about you too, Bakugou” Shouto quipped, poking the blond’s already short-temper. 
While the three fought, the rest of the boys that still littered the room placed their educated bets, spreading the word to the others in a group chat. Soon all of class 1-A and some of class 1-B had placed their bets on what flavor chapstick you wore. 
All of this, of course, was unbeknownst to you as you were conveniently left out of the betting chat, along with Mina and Jirou as were your closest friends and would undoubtedly blab to you about the whole thing. You had to be kept in the dark, which made the events of the following week rather...interesting.
It started the next day, after bets had been placed and the tension between Shouto, Katsuki, and Izuku manifested in their sudden desperate efforts to cater to your every need. You didn't suspect anything at first. You’d just assumed that the boys were being kind. 
You woke up early, two hours earlier than when you needed to be up in preparation for your first class. It was sunrise and despite you still being tired, you couldn't fall back asleep no matter how hard you tried. Giving up, you slipped from your bed and into your robe and slippers. Groggily, you made your way to the kitchen to make yourself a mug of coffee to sip on while you watched TV in the common room until you decided to start your day. 
It was there that you ran into Shouto, standing in his pajamas over a hot stove cooking a fried egg. His back was turned to you and you debated announcing your presence. However, you should have known the son of the number one hero was always incredibly keen on his surroundings. 
“Would you like some?” His question hung in the air, waiting for you to catch it.
“You don’t have to,” you sputter, suddenly flustered. “It looks like you’re almost done. I was just getting some coffee.” You said as you stood at the kitchen island. 
Without saying a word, he grabbed the bowl full of fried rice at his side and slid the fried egg on top, drizzling a demi-glace sauce on top before turning around and placing it in front of you. He took your mug from your hands and replaced it with a spoon. You watched him, almost starry-eyed, as he placed your mug under the coffee machine and pressed the button to make it brew with coffee. He said nothing, and made himself another bowl. 
You smiled softly and took a seat on a stool at the island, deciding to watch him cook instead of another episode of Too Hot To Handle. 
“Thank you, Shouto,” you said as you scooped a spoon full of rice into your mouth. You hummed in delight. 
Shouto’s lips twitched into a barely-noticeable smile, not that you could notice it with his back facing you. “Do you like it?” He asked. 
“I love it!” You praise. “I didn’t know you could cook so well!”
Shouto did the same as he did before, taking his bowl of fried rice and covering it with a hot egg and demi-glace sauce. He found himself a spoon and walked over to the coffee machine, which had filled your mug with hot, black coffee. He grabbed it too, and came over to take a seat at your side. Reaching his long arms to the center of the isle he brought closer the sugar and creamer for your brew. You thanked him again. 
“My sister Fuyumi is the better cook,” he told you. “She taught me how to make a few things for myself while I am away at university. Quick, simple meals, like rice and ramen. Nothing special.”
“Thank goodness for your sister then,” you said. “Maybe I should wake up this early everyday so I can steal more of your delicious breakfast, simple or not.”
You giggled to yourself and took another bite. Shouto watched you from the corner of his eye. He’d never seen you like this, in the morning with a fresh face and your hair tied back, dressed in your pajamas and a robe that hung loosely off one shoulder. 
It is in moments like these, when Shouto finds himself alone with you that he is reminded of your magnetic attraction. Even he could not resist it, the thing about you that cast a spell upon all those you meet, rendering them your adoring subjects. He ate silently beside you, only occasionally engaging in small talk when you incited it. When you had finished, he reached for your empty bowl, prepared to clear it for you, but your hand gripped his wrist. You stood from your stool. 
“The least I can do is clean the dishes. You should go. I know you’re only up this early to train before class.”
Though it was your hand that encased his left wrist, it was he that felt burnt by your touch. You took the bowl from his hand and collected his from the isle counter to wash, but not before you stood on the tips of your toes to plant a soft peck to his lips on your way to the sink. It was sweet, innocent even, perhaps only lingering a half-a-second longer than it should’ve. But unlike the many previous kisses you’ve shared before, he licked his lips and could not help the smirk that appeared in response to the taste of candied strawberries that lingered on his tongue. 
“I was right,” he muttered to himself. 
You raised an eyebrow. “Right about what?” 
Shouto cleared his throat, his cheeks tinted pink. You’d never seen him do that before.  
“I mean, you were right,” he corrected himself.  “I should go. I’ll see you later, y/n.”
You nodded your head. “Oh, alright. See you later!” You called after him as he left to return to his room. 
The rest of the day went on rather normally. You had gotten ready and got to class on time (something that was rare) feeling particularly spritely and energized. You assumed it had something to do with having an actual breakfast instead of a singular mug of coffee. You reminded yourself to thank him properly the next time you saw him. 
Around lunchtime was when you encountered Katsuki. You had just gotten yourself lunch from one of the dining halls to eat at one of your favorite spots outside. It was a particularly nice day, especially for the dead of winter, so you decided to not let it go to waste. On your way there you saw a familiar mess of blond hair ahead of you. 
“Katsuki!” You yelled excitedly, quickening your pace to catch up to him.
His shoulders tensed and he stopped in his tracks, craning his neck to look behind him and expected to find someone annoying headed his way. He relaxed only a little when he saw it was you. Still someone annoying, but a lot less annoying than all of the people he knew. Once you reached him you gave a bright grin. The sun shone down on you, igniting the highlights of your hair and the color in your eyes, imitating an almost heavenly glow; the kind that even he couldn't deny made you look perfect. It was one of the many things about you that pissed him off. 
“Where ya goin’?” You asked in an almost sing-song voice. 
“Back to the room to take a nap, why?” He grumbled.
You held up your plastic bag of food. “Want to have lunch with me? I have extra.”
“No.” He said simply and began walking towards the dorm. 
You pouted, a small whine came from your chest and you chased after him. “Please, Katsuki?” You begged. “I don’t want to eat alone today. Besides, who else is going to help me eat all this spicy pork curry?”
He sighed, once again stopping his journey to his comfortable bed that had been calling his name since his 8 AM class. You smiled triumphantly, knowing you had won. He looked down at your heavy plastic bag full of what he now knows is spicy pork curry and other side dishes. Sucking his teeth he grabbed the food from your hand. “You’re lucky I’m fucking starving. Why buy so much if you weren't going to eat all of it?” 
He nagged you all the way to the campus arboretum, where you had a special place among the grass and trees you liked to sit and eat at. He was only giving you a hard time because it kept him from thinking about how pretty you looked in your dress, or how cute you had sounded begging him to come eat with you. He didn't want to think about how your arm often bumped his because you had an awkward, lop-sided gait, or about the smell of your perfume. All he wanted to do was get to your picnic spot and eat. So he did. 
The two of you ate together on a blanket you had brought. You’d gotten on the topic of final exams which turned into a shit-talking fest about who you both felt in your class would pass and who would fail. He found it very easy to talk to you and you never made him feel bad about the things he said, unlike most people who spend most of their energy scolding him instead of just talking. Not you though. You always let him talk. 
It was when he said something that made you laugh that you accidentally spilled your soda on your dress. You cursed and fumbled for napkins to dab it clean, but the stain was evident. 
“Dammit!” You groaned. “I have class in fifteen minutes I don't have time to change.”
You were so busy cleaning your mess, it wasn't until you felt the weight of Katsuki’s thick hoodie plop over your head that you knew he had even taken it off. You snorted a chuckle and pulled your head threw the neck hole to see him left in his black compression shirt. 
“Take it dumbass,” he told you. 
“You won’t be cold?” You asked. 
“I’m done for the day. Just bring it to my room later.” He said. 
You smiled and pushed your arms through the sleeves, pulling the oversized hoodie over you to cover the stain. It was...toasty, you think is the correct word, and it smelled like his cologne. You closed your eyes and held the fabric to your nose, inhaling his scent deeply. Katsuki furrowed his brows as he watched you.
“It smells so good!” You practically moan. “And it’s so warm. It’s like I’m getting the best hug in the world. A Kaachan hug!” You teased, snickering to yourself. 
Katsuki’s face grew hot, and he pinched your cheek, tugging with his fingers, making you yelp and whine from the minuscule pain. “Who told you to call me that, huh? Can’t you just say thank you like a normal person? I can take my hoodie back and let you walk around with a shitty stain on your dress.”
Your hand gripped his arm, attempting to pry him off. “Okay, okay!” You yell, half laughing, half hissing in pain. “I’m sorry! Thank you!”
Satisfied he let your cheek go, and you soothed the spot by rubbing it in circles with your hand. You pouted while he cleaned the blanket of your mess and threw the trash away while you folded it back up. He decided to walk you to class since he had nothing better to do and he knew you wanted him to (certainly not because he wanted to). When you made it to the entrance of your building you stopped and turned towards him. 
“Thanks for walking me and for the hoodie,” you smiled. “I’ll see you back in the dorms.”
You started to turn around when you felt his hand wrap around your arm, keeping you in place. Confused, you stood still. You might have been imagining things, but from where you stood, it looked as though his cheeks were flushed red. 
“What’s wrong, Katsuki?” You asked, concerned. 
“Don’t I...get a kiss?” He couldn't believe what he was saying. 
“A kiss?” You repeated, also not believing what he was saying.
“As a thank you,” he explained.
Your lips twitched into a teasing smile. “I thought you didn't like it when I did that in public.”
“When has that ever stopped you before!” He countered, his cheeks growing redder. 
You laughed and took a step closer, closing the gap between you. You craned your neck up to place a chaste kiss on the corner of his lips. Unsatisfied, Katsuki sucked his teeth and reached his hand up to your chin, turning your head in a position for him to press his lips against yours, and kissed you. It was unexpected, but after a few seconds, the shock drifted away, and you closed your eyes, returning the kiss. It was longer than the kiss you shared with Shouto earlier that day, but not by much; and once it was over, he licked his lips. 
‘Vanilla...’ He thought as he pulled away. 
His hand fell from your chin and he sighed. “Hurry before you’re late,” was all he said before turning around and walking back towards the dorm, leaving you in a post-kiss daze. 
You made it to your class, albeit, late because your mind kept trying to make sense of the kiss that you’d accidentally passed the door to your classroom...twice. Of course, you had kissed Katsuki before. Kissing him on the lips wasn't necessarily a rare occurrence either. But never had he incited a kiss on his own—and in public? Well, that wasn't even in the realm of possibility before. No matter how many times you tried to convince yourself it wasn't strange, you couldn't help but feel suspicious. 
As you dissociated from your lecture your brain kept replaying the kiss, searching for a reason to why the kiss felt different. No, it didn't feel different. It felt strange. But it only felt strange because something about it felt familiar. It shouldn't have felt familiar. If a guy initiates a kiss with you for the first time it shouldn't feel familiar. Why did it feel familiar? 
And then it hit you. He licked his lips. 
He licked his lips!
Your brain switched to your kiss with Shouto earlier in the day. After you kissed him he had licked his lips too. You thought it was weird then, but didn't think twice about it. Now you were thinking twice.
‘I’m just being crazy,’ you thought. 
In what way could the kisses be related? What? Because they both happened to lick their lips afterwards? So what? That didn’t mean anything. It meant nothing. You were sure of it... 
Almost. 
You shook the thoughts from your head, refocusing your attention back to your professor at the front of the room. After class, you made your way back to the dorms to get started on your studies while Mina and Jiro were out. The sun had long since set, and you were two hours deep in frustration preparing for your Hero Physics midterm when a knock came from the door. 
You welcomed the distraction, considering you were about to re-read the same question for the fifth time with no progress of understanding it anytime soon, and if you read it again without a miraculous conclusion, you were going to bash your brains in with your laptop.
Needless to say, when you opened the door to see Izuku standing in the hall, you welcomed him with open arms. 
“Hey!” You smiled. 
Izuku looked you up and down. You were still wearing Katsuki’s hoodie, but you had switched out your dress for pajama pants and fuzzy socks. It was subtle, practically unnoticeable, but the slightest crease formed in-between his eyebrows when he noticed. 
“Is that Kaachan’s hoodie?” He asked. 
You looked down at your torso, as if you had forgotten you were wearing anything at all. “Oh, yeah,” you said. “I spilled soda all over my dress earlier while I was with him and he let me borrow it. Honestly, I’m thinking about keeping it at this point. I was supposed to return it as soon as I got back but it’s freezing in here because the thermostat is stuck at sixty-nine degrees and this hoodie is so much warmer than any of mine.”
“You should really call maintenance to fix that.” He brushed past you, entering your room and plopping his backpack on the floor by your desk. You closed the door behind him and crossed your arms.
“What's this?” He asked, picking up your notebook. 
“My suicide note.”
Izuku chuckled, looking over your notes and at the assignment on your computer. “I took Hero Physics last semester,” he told you. “I can help you if you want.” 
“If you want to dedicate your time to a hopeless cause, be my guest.”
And he did. He took a seat next to you at your desk and spent the next hour tutoring you on Hero Physics by walking you through questions like ‘Find the velocity of this speed-type hero’ and what-not. Surprisingly, it wasn't long into your session that you began to understand the words on your screen. You didn't suddenly become Einstein or anything, but at some point you started to work your way through them on your own with few mistakes. The assignment you had spent two hours slowly killing yourself over was completed in one with the help of your freckled friend. 
“I think you’re aiming for the wrong profession, Izuku,” you tell him. “Schools need more teachers.”
“Then schools should pay them more.”
You tried to snort back your laughter, ultimately failing, causing  Izuku to laugh along with you. 
“Want a drink?” You asked, standing to your feet. 
“Sure.” He nodded. You left him at your desk and came back with two Arizona teas from your mini fridge to share with him. 
“You never mentioned why you stopped by unannounced,” you said as you took a sip. “Not that you’re ever unwelcome.”
“Oh,” he smiled. “I guess I just wanted to see you.”
You looked down at your hands wrapped around the can, unable to meet his eyes. Izuku always managed to make you blush. You weren't sure if he meant to or not. Either way, he was completely oblivious to the effect he had on you. 
“Well thank you. It’s always nice to see you.”
Similarly, Izuku blushed as well, his cheeks turning pale red. His eyes shifted to the clock on your desk. “I should probably go,” he said, not really wanting to go. “It’s getting late.”
“Oh, right.” You both stood to your feet and Izuku gathered his things. You walked him to the door, leisurely leaning against the doorframe as he exited into the hall. “Think you can keep tutoring me?”
Izuku turned around. 
“I still need to pass finals,” you said. 
He nodded. “Then I'll make sure you pass finals.”
Grinning, you closed the space between you, mindlessly reaching to place a kiss on his cheek when you were reminded of the other kisses you'd shared with Shouto and Katsuki. A thought in the back of your mind spurred from your suspicions—a thought that quickly turned into an idea. At the last second, you acted on your impulse to b-line for his lips, catching you both off guard. You stuck with it, pressing your lips against his harder than you intended. The action stunned him, but it didn't take him longer than a second to embrace it.
It was just a kiss. Not unlike the many kisses you often shared with the others. Not unlike the kisses you've given him before. It was just a simple peck...until it wasn't. 
You pulled away, prepared to give him your thanks for helping you with your studies. But, you never got the chance. Your words were silenced by his lips chasing after yours. Your breath hitched in your throat as your back pressed against the door frame. His hands cupped your cheeks and your lips moved in sync, his tongue daring to swipe across your lips. In the heat of the moment, your mouth nearly opened for him, but he pulled away just as your lips began to part, and you opened your eyes to meet dark green irises peering down at your flushen face. 
Your eyes flickered down to his pink lips, now reddened and somewhat swollen. You watched in disbelief as—just like the others—he, too, licked his lips. 
“Watermelon,” he said lowly. Your chest heaved, your words escaping you. Izuku stepped back, his usual sickeningly sweet smile staring back at you as if nothing happened. 
“We should split some watermelon,” he said. “The next time we study together. That’s my asking rate.”
You nodded hazily. “Okay.”
With that, he said goodbye and left you standing in the doorway to your room dumbfounded. 
.
.
.
Yeah.
Something definitely was up. 
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shikamaruhatake · 4 months
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Here Comes Trouble
pairing: kirishima eijiro x fem!reader
word count: 2.3k
summary: all you wanted was a little attention
warnings: smut (minors, dni) oral (f receiving)
a/n: it’s me, hi, i’m the problem, it’s me.
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Nobody hates Katsuki Bakugou more than you do. And while that is stretching the truth because you love him, he’s your best friend, it’s not stopping you from wanting to strangle him right now. He knows you just as well as Kirishima does and you want to throttle him. He’s doing it on purpose. Pulling him back every time you try to get his attention. It’s fucking annoying.
All you want is your goddamn boyfriend’s attention.
It was your idea to invite everyone over. To set out finger food, soda and beer. Even the liquor cabinet is unlocked. Maybe that’s what’s gotten into you. You’ve downed three cranberry vodkas already and the night is still young. Denki and Mina are setting up the karaoke machine in the living room. With this much liquid courage running through your veins, there is no doubt that you’ll be the star of the show. You sway to the music in the kitchen, no one notices your absence. You were the resident lightweight, one of Kirishima’s favorite things about you. It makes you fun, you’re always so serious, mama. Sometimes you need to let loose. Your gaze drifts over to the said man occupying your mind. He’s sitting at the dining room table with the others playing a game of poker. From what you can tell, Todoroki is wiping the table. It isn’t your game–terrible poker face, but you could always call someone else’s bluff.
Tilting your head, you stare at him. Eijiro Kirishima. The only person you allow to call you uptight. Because, well, maybe you are. Maybe he needs to fuck it out of you. You don’t know how long you’ve been staring, but it’s long enough for him to feel it. His eyes snap up to yours, an easy going smile taking up his face. You do your best to smile back, lifting your glass to your lips and downing the rest of it. Kirishima’s eyebrows raise at the action, a knowing look passing his eyes. Shit. Shit. You’ve been found out. If you’re good at calling people’s bluffs, Kirishima is good at calling yours. He doesn’t have to look so cocky about it, though. You huff, biting your lip as your boyfriend pushes back his chair and makes his way to you. The guys shout in protest, Bakugou's hand shooting out to land on Kiri’s shoulder. The redhead stops and glances down. Your gaze narrows when the blonde glances at you before saying something to your boyfriend. They both laugh.
You watch as he rounds the counter, arms snaking around you, caging you in. Melting into his embrace you rest your head in his chest. A soft whine escapes you when he kisses the top of your head, his cinnamon flavored breath fanning over you. Tilting your head back up, you don’t make it to his amused gaze. Sighing, your hands run up his arms, rubbing at his shoulders, scratching up the back of his neck. One hand trails back down, index finger catching the chain hidden under his shirt. You thumb at the pendant, the grove of your first initial smooth against your skin. It’s the silver band that has your attention. It used to bother you that he never wore it for others to see. But you understand now; feeling Eijiro’s heartbeat under your hand as you fiddle with the necklace.
"What's gotten into you?" he grins, taking you by the chin. Taking in your flushed cheeks and pouty lip, his grin only grows. "Fuck. Baby, don't you go looking at me like that. It'll do things to a man."
You crinkle your nose, jutting out your lip even more. You don't even have to say anything, he knows exactly what your look means. The effect it's having on him is obvious. Kirishima groans softly in his throat, readjusting himself in jeans. His gaze lingers on you before moving to the rest of the table. "Mama, please. Can't you wait just a little longer?"
With the eyes of the other heroes still on you, you decide it best not to make a scene. Lord knows they’d never let you live it down. Begrudgingly, you sigh and allow Kirishima to free up a second chair. Falling into the seat given to you, a polite smile flashed at Bakugou and Todoroki. Everyone here is family, a family built on trust and mutual respect. You aren't a hero, and have no desire to live in the clouds. But everyone loves you all the same, and because you’re Kirishima’s, they care for you just the same. They learned to read you and your moods just as they had with Kirishima . Bakugou grins at you, but doesn’t say a word. The other three watch you, but they keep most of their conversations directed towards Kirishima.
Their chatter drags on for close to an hour, occasionally rising to an ungodly loud volume when they roar with laughter. You don’t know what’s funny enough to have Midoriya about falling out of his chair, as long as he’s having a good time, you suppose. Chin resting against your palm, you listen with mild disinterest. Another ten minutes passes by until you decide that you have been patient long enough. Discreetly under the table, you nudge Kirishima’s calf with your foot, trying to get his attention. When he moves it away, unaware of your intentions, you huff in annoyance. He’s too caught up in his conversation with Sero to notice when you kick your sandal off. While keeping a bored face, you slide your toes up the inside of one of his spread thighs, stopping when you reach his crotch. That gets his attention.
Grunting at the contact, Kirishima plays it off the best he can. His hand grabs your foot under the table, squeezing it in warning. You’ve never really been good with subtle clues. Pursing your lips, you tug your foot back and he releases it. You wait for their conversation to go on a while longer before trying again. This time you will succeed.
Kirishima doesn't release your foot. His grip is firm, but not hurting you. Thumb rubbing up the arch of your foot and digging into the sole. It makes you jump hard enough your knee whacks the table. It makes you want to moan. Fuck, it doesn’t matter where he’s touching you, he’s always good with his hands. When a shaky sigh leaves you, he scoots out his chair and turns to you.
“Is there something you need from me?” he murmurs low in your ear.
Eyeing him up and down, you slowly pull your foot away from him and stand to your feet. His hands are grasping your hips, keeping you from escaping. Shaking your head, your teeth bite at the inside of your cheek as your thighs rub together.
“Don’t need anything that you’re not willing to give, Eijiro.”
His eyes darken, the color you love so much being drowned out. He scoots back, allowing you to pass. He’s on you within seconds. In your bedroom, the door shut, he’s flush against you. Nose bumping against yours, he's holding you to him, and you whine, because god, this is all you’ve wanted. It’s all you’ve thought about all day. You tried to be good, really, you did. But Kirishima is a goddamn drug and so, so good to you.
He takes your face between his hands and slides his tongue into your mouth. Sighing, you count one, two, three steps before he has you pinned against the wall of your bedroom. Shaky hands slip underneath his cotton shirt, sliding your palms against the expanse of his abdomen. You grin when his muscles clench at the light touch. You trace the line of hair that disappears into his jeans, and when you reach for the button of his pants, he bites down on your lip.
A gasp at the silent reprimand, and before you can run your tongue to sooth the bite, he’s already on his knees, tugging your shorts and panties down and tossing them over his shoulder. Bradley kisses your thigh when he hoists a leg over his shoulder. He gives you no time to process in your slightly drunken state what’s happening before he uses his thumb and forefinger to part you and drags his tongue up to your clit.
Gasping, your knees buckle and you reach for a handful of his hair to steady yourself.
“Eijiro,” You moan, hips already moving to match the pace of his tongue. “I—” Your eyes roll back and your head drops against the wall, the muscles in your thighs already beginning to shake in anticipation of the orgasm coiling tightly in your stomach.
The creak of the hall bathroom door sounds, echoing through the silence of your bedroom. Your eyes open, tilting your chin to stare down at Kirishima. His eyes are hard, wild, dangerous. Everything you’re wanting and there is no stopping, there is no slowing down. No one can see you in here, they’d have to walk in. You lick your lips, eyes flying to the door right across from you. Kirishima, well aware of the situation, only adds more pressure to the quick flicks of his tongue on your clit, you squeak in warning as a set of footsteps pass right by the door. You inhale a shaking breath, doing nothing for you as the voices of Mina and Denki ring out over the music. Fuck, you forgot about karaoke.
“Come on, mama,” he murmurs against you, and you catch a flash of his smile as he looks up at you. “Count. Let's see how long it takes.”
“Are you insane?” you hiss, eyes darting to the door once again.
A sharp pain shoots up your leg and you glance down to see a red mark in the shape of his teeth on your inner thigh. “Did you just fucking bite me?”
“Don’t act like you don’t like it. Now count.” There’s no denying the threat in his voice. The threat of him keeping you away from your release until you do what he says.
His lips find your clit again, and while there's a part of you that knows that this isn’t a good idea, you cannot bring yourself to care. He wanted you to be fun, he wanted you loose. So here you are bearing it all. If his friends just so happen to be witnesses to it, well, that’s on you. He told you to wait, but you wanted to be a needy brat instead. No, this isn’t a bad idea. How can it be when his mouth feels that good? It’s definitely not a bad idea as you lace your fingers through his hair and start to count.
“One, two, three…five, seven, um…” You swallow back a moan and clench your eyes shut trying to focus. “ I lost count, do I have to start over?” His teeth graze your clit and you jump at the rush of pleasure that shoots through you. “I’m not starting over— fifteen, sixteen…oh god, Eijiro.” You grind yourself against him, digging your fingers into his shoulders. “Oh, my god. Nineteen, twenty, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty…twenty-seven.”
Your eyes close, letting your body lose itself to the rhythm of his tongue. To the feel of him slipping a thick finger inside you, to the heightened sensation of goosebumps racing up your chest.
“Thirty-three, thirty-two, thirty, thirty— oh —” you give up on counting when your stomach tenses. Your legs nearly give out, and you tug on his hair so hard you're surprised it's not ripping out of his head.
You moan his name. Loud.
Right before you have the sense to be embarrassed, your orgasm floods you, setting your body on fire and lighting up every nerve in its wake. Kirishima jumps to his feet, your shorts already in his hands, he’s holding you up while dressing you. Your legs shake against him. Your knees buckle a bit when he finally pulls back. Your head rolls against the wall until your cheek presses against the cool surface and you moan softly with each after shock pulsing through you, quaking through your trembling body.
Kirishima smooths out your shirt, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He takes your chin and presses a gentle kiss to your lips. You sigh, tasting his cinnamon gum and you mingled together. It was a heady mix. He wraps his arms around you and opens the door, leading you down the hallway. It’s the flood of music and the mental haze of your orgasm leaving that reminds you that you just came. You came loudly with your house full of people. You freeze, bare feet sliding against the hardwood floor as Kirishima keeps you forward.
“Do you, do you think they heard?” You whisper, tilting your head up.
“Oh, they one hundred percent heard. Deku might be nice and pretend that he didn’t.” There is no mistaking the air of satisfaction radiating from him.
“Oh my god.”
You bury your head in your hands as you round into the kitchen. The poker game has been abandoned. Everyone is in the living room, picking out their choice song for the singing competition about to take place. Kirishima clears his throat, making everyone turn and stare. You’re sure you could fry eggs from how hot your cheeks are. They know. All of them. Poor Midoriya can’t meet your eyes. You sigh, flopping down on the couch.
You didn’t feel like singing anymore. Not that it matters, everyone knows you’re the real winner tonight anyway. A sharp jab to your side catches your attention. You meet Bakugou’s shit eating grin with a deadpan stare.
“Thanks for the win, you bratty ass nerd.”
“What are you talking about?”
He tilts his head. “Made a bet. Told Ei if he helped me out I’d split with him.”
You hide your face behind your hands. Yeah, no one hated Katsuki Bakugou more than you.
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thesakuragarnet · 2 months
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Left Behind (Dabi X Fem!Reader Fluff)
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Summary: When Spinner gets sick, you're the designated getaway driver for the LOV's new heist, but your new boyfriend doesn't want you waiting by yourself.
Tags: Dabi X Fem!Reader, flirting, fluff, soft Dabi but he's still Dabi, second person POV, Fem!Reader, villain reader, established relationship, kissing but not making out, swearing, slight suggestive content, drinking and dancing, slight angst at the end but just an itty bitty (I swear it's happy)
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You tried so vehemently to insist that you were fine waiting in the van by yourself, but Dabi proved to be particularly stubborn.
"Look. It's not that I don't think you can take care of yourself. I just-" Dabi sighs as the both of you watch Toga, Twice, and Compress slip inside the abandoned yakuza hideout. "If I came back and anything had happened to you, I'm pretty sure I'd burn the whole goddamn city down."
You roll your eyes and put your head on the steering wheel. If Dabi keeps acting like you need protection, the others might start to think you're weak...though, it'd be funny to see them try to pick you off or accuse you of being so. They'd be reduced to ash within mere seconds.
"While those morons are getting the goods. How do you think we should kill time, hm?" Dabi huffs to himself as he leans back in the passenger seat, putting his arms behind his head. You look up and turn your attention to him, and a Cheshire Cat smirk crawls across his face as he looks you up and down. Your eyes narrow as you feel your cheeks heating up, and Dabi starts chuckling to himself. He clicks his tongue.
"Nuh-uh. Not what you're thinking. Don't think we'll have time for that," Dabi snickers with a cheeky wink, "Once we get back though-"
"You're making it awfully hard to keep watch," You snap, and his playful demeanor washes away in an instant.
"Compress will radio me before shit goes sideways. Take that stick out of your ass," Dabi snaps right back, and an awkward silence hangs between the two of you. Dabi grits his teeth and groans.
"Sorry," He mutters, barely loud enough for you to hear. You nod, silently forgiving the apology, as half-assed as it was. You zone out, staring at the darkened alleyway outside the cargo van before you feel pressure on your shoulder. You look over to see Dabi leaning over to rest his head on your shoulder, looking up at you with his ocean blue eyes.
"You're the most beautiful girl in the world. You know that right?" He murmurs sweetly, reaching up to gently caress your cheek. The cold staples brush against your skin, the softness of the pads of his fingers sharply contrasting with the calloused scars on his palm. Your heart skips in your chest as you meet his soft gaze. He only looks at you this way. He only acts like this when it's just the two of you alone. He lets his walls fall down...and he becomes Touya Todoroki. After all, he trusted you with the name...he'd deemed you worthy of knowing it. He pulls you down toward him gently, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck, and tenderly connects your lips. Dabi's kiss is ethereal, and it throws your head into the clouds. He softly pulls back, breaking the kiss and staring into your eyes, though you swear you could count the stars in his. He sits up straight, still turning to face you as he runs a hand through his hair.
"Once we get back to base...do you...do you wanna go on...like a real date?" He stammers awkwardly, as if he's practiced it over and over in his head but still fails to get the words out.
"We're villains, babe. Can't exactly go out to the movies and a fancy restaurant," You point out dejectedly, fantasizing about the thought of you and Touya actually doing domestic things in public.
"No...I mean. I could have Kurogiri pour us some wine. Order some fancy shit. Maybe we could...go...stargazing on the roof?"
"Stargazing?" You try not to laugh before realizing Dabi is dead serious. "You want a romantic evening with me stargazing on the roof?"
Dabi seems to be biting his stitched tongue, trying to decide whether or not he regrets the offer. Your gaze softens seeing him be so genuine.
"That...that sounds lovely," You smile broadly, and Dabi breathes a sigh of relief before returning your smile.
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The heist was successful, and, once you all returned to the hideout, Dabi gave you an hour to get ready before meeting him on the roof. You'd borrowed some makeup from Toga and had managed to find a dress in your belongings that fit well enough. Himiko was ecstatic and practically begged for all the details to be spilled in the morning, which you reluctantly agreed to.
Now, you're hesitantly opening the door to the roof, letting the cold wind whip your face and making you hold your dress down.
Now, you understand why Dabi said he needed an hour. String lights crisscross in a canopy overhead, linking over a table with a seemingly ripped tablecloth spread. Two glasses of cheap wine rest at opposite ends of the small round table, a bottle between them, and, there, pulling the chair back for you, stands none other than Dabi in a suit. It must've been something he borrowed because it doesn't seem to fit quite right, but it makes him look adorable and devilishly handsome. His spiky hair is combed as best as it could be, still looking rather messy, but it's charming to see that he's trying.
He doesn't say a word, just stares at you with pure devotion in his eyes as you step out into the night air. When you sit down, he pushes the chair in for you before awkwardly shuffling to his own seat.
"Any particular reason you wanted to do this?" You raise your eyebrow as you take your glass, risking a sip. You were right. It's cheap, but you like it.
"Figured it'd be nice to act like normal people before the world goes to shit," Dabi says unceremoniously before raising his glass and downing it.
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You don't know how long you two spent talking and laughing, but it was enough time for Dabi to get increasingly more wine drunk. He was upset that you two couldn't properly see the stars through the light pollution, so, instead, he took your hand and was leading you in a slow dance. You giggle as he spins you around, surprisingly nimble and coordinated with how intoxicated he is. He brings you back in and dips you, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek before taking you back up again. Finally, you two stop swaying, and he pulls you into a tight embrace.
"I'm never-hic-never gonna leave you behind. Ever," Dabi slurs, though his words sound so solid in his own mind. Recognizing the pain in his voice, you wrap your arms around him and whisper:
"I'm never leaving you behind either, Touya."
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unloved-cadillac · 1 year
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Tamaki getting jealous of his s/o hanging out with 1A kids and snatching her up and running away with her
C/n: back on the Suneater train let’s goooooo. Thanks for requesting and I hope that you enjoy🤍
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Stealing Her. (Tamaki x Reader)
In UA, it’s always best for the first years to watch the third years train so they could pick up on fighting techniques and how to handle themselves in villain situations. But they didn’t say you had hang around them all the time.
Y/n was the star of the first years. She was kind, sweet and really strong. She could easily take on 10 villains at a time. But her demeanor was so motherly and she always looked out for the young ones.
Tamaki hated it.
She was always with the first years, teaching them and showing them her quirk and Tamaki had to sit back and watch. At first it was cute but now they were taking up all of her time. All of their time together.
“Y/n, show us how to hit someone so they’re out cold.” Mina says and goes into a fighting stance. “Yeah! And show us how to knock the air out of someone!” Ochako says making Kirishima flinch and Y/n laughs.
“Geez the girls are tougher than the boys.” Mirio says as he sits next to Tamaki. “Yeah. But they’re all greedy for her attention.” He grumbles and Mirio looks at his best friend. “Oohhh sounds like someone’s jealoussss.” He teases and bumps Tamaki’s shoulder. “I hate to admit it, Mirio but I am. I haven’t been with her for weeks.”
Mirio nods in understanding then hands Tamaki a package. “What’s this?” He asks and Mirio gets up, stretching as he does. “Something to help you out. Use it wisely.” Is all he says before jogging to Y/n and the first years. Tamaki opens the package and chuckles to himself.
“Oh hey Mirio!” Mina says and Y/n turns to see him. “Hey kiddos. Learning a lot from Y/n?”
“Yeah!”
“Enjoying listening to her?”
“Yeah!”
“Good. Now stand back.” He says and gently pushes them away. Y/n looks at them and Mirio and chuckles. “Why? I don’t under-WHOAAAA!” Y/n is suddenly scooped up by someone and gone into the sky. “Was that Hawks?” Kaminari asks and Mirio chuckles. “Nah. Hawks has red wings. Those were black.”
In the sky, Y/n looks up to see her kidnapper. She laughs. “Honey, where are we going?” She asks but wasn’t expecting an answer cause Tamaki couldn’t talk. Instead they flew to one of the mountains just a few minutes away from the dorm and laid her gently on the ground before sitting next to her.
“Wow,” she says as she looks at him, “a crow. Not bad.” Tamaki lays his head on her lap and breathes out, transforming back into himself. “God, that took a lot of energy.” He croaks out and Y/n runs a hand through his hair. “Mind telling me what that was about?”
He blushes as he looks away. “We haven’t..hung out in a while. I was missing you.” His voice was mumbled but Y/n heard him clearly. Suddenly, she laughed and quickly laid on top of Tamaki. She kissed his nose, then his cheeks, his forehead and finally his lips.
“Mm.” He hums against her lips. Pulling away, Y/n smiles at her boyfriend who now had flushed cheeks. “You’re so cute. Turning into a crow to take me away from them cause you missed me. I love you.” She whispers and he touches her bottom lip with his thumb. It’s silent until Y/n’s phone vibrates. She takes it out of her pocket and shakes her head.
“We need a day off,” Y/n says and looks at Tamaki, “just you and me. We’ll finish train. Go back to my home, eat and watch movies. I owe you that. I’m sorry for neglecting you, my love.”
Tamaki smiles and kisses your forehead. “No. I was being dramatic, that’s all. They all love you. Almost as much as I do.”
“Almost as much as you?”
“No one could love you as much as I do.”
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“sobs I WANT HIM.”
🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤
-Caddy.
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shiggybrainr0t · 22 days
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The light creaking of your bedroom door is what wakes you from the light slumber you found yourself in. The lamp next to your bed casts your bedroom in a hazy yellow glow, and you rub your cheek against your pillow with a contented sigh. It still smells like Shouta.
Speaking of your boyfriend, he glances at you from where he stands in front of your dresser.
“…didn’t mean to wake you up, baby.”
His voice is deeper and more grainy than usual, telling you how tired he is from his patrol tonight.
“Wasn’t asleep. Waited for you.”
He hums in response, and you can tell by his tone that he doesn’t believe you. He turns around to look at the grumpy glare he knows you’re sending him- and he’s right. You’ve brought your blanket up to your nose and only the top of your head is visible, sleep crusted eyes narrowed his way.
Shouta can’t hold the huff of laughter that builds in his chest. He feels his heart beat harder, and he marvels at how you still make him feel like he did the first time he met you, even all this time later.
He’s lifting his arms to put on a sleep shirt when you see it. There, on his ribs is a smudge of black covered in something that looks like plastic. You’re wide awake now, and you quickly jump out of bed to head towards him, shivering slightly at the chill of the room.
At your sudden movements, Shouta lowers his arms and looks at you quickly, scanning your body to make sure you’re ok. You tug the shirt out of his grasp and pull his left arm back up straight in the air. The look he gives you is one that you’re quite used to: bemused and endeared.
“Oh, I was going to show you that in the morning.”
Shouta had talked to you about how he was going to eventually get a tattoo, though he wouldn’t let slip what he was getting or where. Looking at it now, you know exactly what it is, because it’s a drawing that you look at every day whenever you go to your fridge. Only, you noticed this morning that it had gone missing.
Three messy stick people are outlined on Shouta’s ribs holding hands, two significantly bigger than the one in the middle. The one on the left is tall, and has a shock of black, long hair falling over his face. The middle is a little girl, with long hair and a horn growing out of her forehead. And the person on the right is you. It’s a picture Eri drew for you just a year after being taken from Overhaul and into protection.
Shouta is observing you quietly, obediently keeping his arm in the air as you lightly run your fingers over the shiny plastic wrap covering it. It’s only when you start sniffling that he moves, pulling you into his arms.
“Knew you’d react like this.” He says, amusement lightening his voice.
He’s still warm from the shower, and the hair that covers his chest tickles your cheek as you press your forehead against his collarbone. Your tears hit his skin whenever he runs his large hand over your head, his own cheek pressed against your crown. His stubble is prickly and uncomfortable against you, making you sniff loudly and say meekly, “You need to shave.”
“I will.” Is his only reply. He rubs his cheek against your hair, the same way you did to your pillow only moments before. You lean back slightly in his arms and look up at him tearfully. His eye is so dark, yet it gleams beautifully as it stares back at you. He’s taken his eye patch off, showing you the large scare that runs across his other eye. A callused thumb swipes under your own eyes softly.
“I love you.” He says before you can speak, which only makes you tear up again.
Shouta huffs again, a small grin forming on his face as he mumbles “silly baby” at you. He decides to forgo the shirt, and pulls you back to the sleep rumpled bed. You snuggle under the covers, still sniffling, and wait for him to finish taking off his prosthetic before sliding in next to you.
Immediately, you sling your leg over his and press as close as possible to him as you can. Shouta wraps his arms around you with ease, barely moving whenever you decide he isn’t close enough and move half your body on top of his. Under his chin, where his jaw meets his neck, he smells like his body wash and home.
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Bakugo with a Shy and Quiet
Girlfriend
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Katsuki Bakugo x shy Fem! Reader (she/her pronouns)
Warnings: ridiculously long and for no reason, fluff, Bakugo swearing, protective, possessive Bakugo, Mineta being a perv, reader being a badass, reader gets beat up
AN: Starting off 2023 strong 💅This is an Anon request! I just want to say, I am not a shy person so this is me trying my best to write a shy reader 😅 I know Baku-bro is a fav so I hope I did him justice 😌
You’d always wanted to be a hero, ever since you can remember
Maybe it was the uniforms, maybe it was the fact that they saved people, whatever the reason you always adored heros
So when you were accepted to the prestigious U.A. High you were so excited
Your quirk was quite useful when it came to hero work
You see, you were able to see thought solid items, useful for everything from finding lost pets to locating victims during natural events
You had a lot of control over your quirk, being able to turn it on and off at will
You also were extremely athletic, with exceptional fighting skills
However one thing you struggled with was your extreme shyness
It wasn’t that you never talked but you just never felt comfortable speaking up
You often kept to yourself, too shy to initiate conversations with others
So when you were placed in class 1-A, you were a bit nervous
Everyone seemed so outgoing and confident and you just didn’t seem to fit it
“Hi there!! You must be Yn!” A voice sounded as you jumped as a pink haired girl stood in front of you
You blushed, smiling a little and nodded
“Wow you are so cute!! My names Mina, it’s so great to meet you!” She said extending her hand for a greeting
“Mina calm down! You’re going to scare her!” A voice boomed as you again jumped
“Boy you sure are a jumpy one,” Mina giggled as a tall redhead came besides her
“Hi there, I’m Kirishima! It’s super nice to meet you!” He said as you smiled again
“Dang what’s everyone doing over here?” A yellow haired boy said, continuing the circle of people now surrounding your desk
“We are just talking to Yn!” Mina cheered as the yellow haired boy smiled at you
“I’m Denki Kaminari, it’s super nice to meet you!” He said as you smiled again, eyes looking down at your desk
“OI SHITTYHAIR!” a voice boomed from behind the wall of people as you squeaked in surprises
A blonde haired boy came besides Kirishima as you stared at him, his eyes narrowed on the group in front of you
He was a little taller than you, hair spiked up all over the place, and he was super cute
“Bakugo chill out what’s wrong now?” Kirishima asked, smiling at Bakugo
“Why is everyone standing around my desk?! Go sit in your own!” Bakugo growled
“We aren’t around your desk explosion boy, we are talking to Yn!” Denki added as Bakugos head snapped to you
You 👉🏻😐😳
Bakugo studied you, eyes narrowed on your face
You avoided his penetrative stare, eyes averting every which way
“Whatever, go to your own desks!” Bakugo said, sitting down next to you as you stiffened and sat quietly
During class, you’d occasionally glance at the stoic blonde
His profile was perfect, everything from his hair to his chin was incredible
At one point, you turned to steal a quick glance and we’re met with a pair of red eyes glaring back at you
“Is there something wrong?” Bakugo said as your eyes widened and you viciously shook your head, turning back to your work and hiding your face
You were so embrasshed that he had caught you looking at him that you literally wanted to cry 😩
However Bakugo thought it was rather amusing
A small smirk grew on his face when he saw how red your face turned
He thought you were rather cute, with how shy you were
You were really one of the only people he could actually stand being around, your presence light and calming to him
At first, he didn’t think of you as much more than a classmate
That was until he first heard you speak
“Alright YN, let’s talk about your quirk today. Why don’t you share with everyone your speciality,” Aizawa asked as you gulped
Everyone turned to look at you as you quietly stood up, playing with your fingers as you spoke
“Umm well, I can see through objects and ummm well it can be very useful for ummm locating victims in things like earthquakes or collapsed buildings,” you say shyly as everyone watches you
“Thank you YN, you can sit down now,” Aizawa added as you quickly sat down, flustered by having to speak in public
After class, you stood up, ready to leave when an agitating, grating voice hit your ears
“Well hello there gorgeous,” Mineta spoke as you quickly turned, avoiding his gaze, “I was just wondering if you could use your X-ray vision to see though things other than buildings?”
You looked at him, confused 🫤
“Umm yeah, I can see thought pretty much anything if I want,” you said as Mineta smirked
“Does that include clothing?” He grinned as you froze
Honestly, why out of my way Yn, I’ll punch him on your behalf 👊🏻
“Umm well- umm no I don’t-”
“HEY FREAK!” a voice growled from behind you as you jumped a little, the atmosphere changing as you felt someone come behind you
You turned to see Bakugo standing behind you, his body stiff and his eyes narrowed on the little jerk in front of you
“What the hell do you think your doing? Leave her alone before I blow your ass clear into outer space!” He said as you watched the blood drain from Mineta’s face
“I was just talking with her, she has a very interesting quirk,” Mineta said
Meanwhile, the entire peanut gallery is watching your interaction like 👉🏻👀🍵🍿
“You were just being a perv and you messed with the wrong girl! Now back off!” Bakugo snarled as Mineta slowly backed away
“Umm thanks Bakugo,” you manage to squek out quietly as he walks away
“Whatever,” he says walking past you and out the door
You sigh, following him out the door as the peanut gallery reflects on the situation
“Have you ever seen Bakugo act like that?” Kirishima probes
“Never!” Denki adds as Mina nods
“Do you think-” she adds as the other two smile back at her
Oh they DEFINITELY think 😏
Back at the dorms, you begin making yourself a cup of tea when Midoriya and Todoroki greet you
“Hey Yn!” Midoriya says as you smile back, stirring your tea
“Hey,” you say shyly as the two stand close
“We were wondering if you could help us study for the test coming up? We know you are pretty smart in the subject and we are having a bit of a rough time,” Midoriya asks
“Oh umm- I mean I’m not really that smart but I can’t try,” you say, smiling back at them
Meanwhile 👀 a certain boy is watching from a distance
A totally not jealous blonde haired boom boom boy
He’a definitely not jealous tho, let’s make that clear
He’s just clenching his fists while those damn nerds talk to you, getting WAY too close to you
But he’s not doing it out of jealousy oh no way 🙃
He watches as you talk with the two, icy hot getting a little too close for his comfort
The final straw happens when you accidentally back up, bumping into the side of the ledge
And of course, that damn icy hot is there to steady you
He stomps up to you, staring straight at you
“Oh hi Kacchan!” Midoriya says as Bakugo storms up
“What the hell are you two bothering her for?” Bakugo growls as Todoroki and Midoriya study him
“We were just asking Yn to help us study, it’s not big deal,” Todoroki added as you watched their interaction
“Yeah well don’t!” Bakugo spat, his volume now attracting the attention of many of the students
The entire class 1-A is all about this drama
“Uhh Kaachan,” Midoriya starts to say before Todoroki interrupts
“YN said she would help us so we are going to study now. Come on Yn!” He says, grabbing your hand and tugging you towards the study areas
Oop 😶
“I’m coming with!” Bakugo adds as Midoriya just stands there
“Kaachan you just told me earlier you wouldn’t help me study,” he added as Bakugo stomped after you and Todoroki
“Shut up you damn nerd!” He shouted
The entire study session was a bit awkward to say the least
Bakugo sat on one side of you while Todoroki sat on the other, just glaring at each other the entire time
Both you and Midoriya were hella uncomfortable as you tried your best to help the boys
“YN thanks so much for helping us! We really appreciate it,” Midoriya said as you smiled and nodded
“You nerds still don’t get this stuff,” Bakugo scoffed as Todoroki glared
“Well we would if you’d let Yn have an inch of space to explain anything!” He gritted out and Bakugo snarled back
“Ok well this was fun,” Midoriya interrupted :D, “but I think we should get going!”
He grabbed Todoroki and began to tug him out the door
“Thanks again YN, we really appreciate it!” He shouted as he pushed the other boy along with him
Bakugo glared as the boys left, sitting next to you as you stared down at your notes
“Come on, let’s go get something to eat,” Bakugo said, grabbing your notebook, book and holding onto your hand
Your eyes widened at his sudden forcefulness
He paraded you thought the corridors, glaring at anyone who DARE say anything to him or you
“Well dang, he really does like her,” Kirishima said as Denki and Mina nodded, watching probably the oddest couple they have ever seen walk though the halls
After that day, Bakugo always stood close to you, seeking you out whenever he could
He barely spoke to you, a wordless nod here and there as he waited for you to pack up
Your relationship with Bakugo was rather an odd one
You found comfort in sitting next to him, studying or watching TV
Eventually he would open up a bit and you would as well
You found him visiting your room often, brining you meals he cooked
“Thanks Karasuki,” you’d say as he blushed
He had been wanting to ask you out for a while now but this was completely new territory for our precious explosion boy
“Uh YN, how would you like to go on a walk with me?” He said, rubbing the back of his head
“Uhh sure,” you said shyly, grabbing your cardigan and following him
You walked around campus, feeling secure within the confines of U.A.
When suddenly, he just blurted it out
“YN I like you!” Bakugo shouted as you froze, your head turning to look at him
“Umm I like you too Katsuki,” you blushed back
“Would you consider being my girlfriend, I mean you don’t have to or anything-”
“YES!” You shouted as Bakugos eyes widened in your direction
Damn Yn, chill the whole campus is going to hear you 🫣
Your eyes shot open as Bakugo smiled and chuckled to himself, “you’re such a nerd but you’re my nerd.”
He grabbed your hand and walked you back to the dorms
After that night, Bakugo was always by your side
Every chance he had, he would seek you out, sometimes finding you studying or quietly reading a book
He adored watching you as you silently went about your business, never making waves or doing anything unnecessary
When it came time for individual studies, Bakugo was nervous
Now, he knew you could handle yourself out there
He had seen you fight and seen your skills first hand
But still, he worried about his sweet, shy girlfriend
“YN be careful ok?” He said before kissing your forehead as you turned to leave
“Getting a little soft aren’t we Kaachan,” Midoriya gushed as Bakugo snapped his head towards him
“DEKU YOU NERD IM GOING TO BLOW YOU UP IF YOU DONT GET OUT OF HERE!” He shouted as you smiled
“Katsuki, I’ll be fine. I can do this,” you said as he smiled and nodded
However that night, you found yourself regretting those words
“Alright girly give it up and surrender!” A man shouted as he kicked you in the ribs
Your partner was unconscious and down and you had been knocked on the ground
A false call had come in, trapping both you and your pro mentor in a dangerous position
“Ugh get off of me!” You whined as another kick was delivered to your stomach
“Katsuki, help me,” you whined before your vision went blank
Bakugo paced back and forth as he watched the clock
You were 10 minutes late, you were never just 10 minutes late
“Bakubro chill dude! YN is fine!” Kirishima said as Bakugo sneered at the redhead
“YN is a very competent individual and she’s with one of the best pros in the city,” Todoroki added as Bakugo glared in his direction
“This happens sometimes, being a hero isn’t exactly a 9 to 5 job,” Aizawa interrupted as Bakugo looked at him
“She’s never been late without letting me know,” He said, practically running a hole in the floor
“Bakugo-” Aizawa said as his phone began to ring
“Hello? Yes this is he,” Aizawa said as his voice went silent
“Ok where is she? Do you know where they are? Yes she’s one of my students,” he said as Bakugo took three large strides, standing in front of his teacher
“What the hell is going on?” He growled as Aizawa tried to listen
“Yes I know where that is, send as much backup as you can and I’ll meet you there,” he said before hanging up his phone and turning on his heel
Bakugo ran in front of him, blocking his way
“That was about YN wasn’t it? Where the hell is she?” He shouted
“She was captured along with her mentor in the abandoned toy factory by the river,” Aizawa said as he ran past Bakugo and the others
His classmates watched as Bakugo began to seethe
“Bakugo, you need to calm down,” Mina said, slowly approaching him
“Yeah the pros will get her and she will be fine!” Denki added
However, Bakugo wasn’t listening.
He suddenly stormed out of the school, blasting himself towards the direction of the abandoned factory
“Well crap,” Mina said as she watched him blast away
“Rock, paper, scissors for who has to chase him?” Kirishima said looking at Midoriya
Bakugo was gone, blasting himself as fast as he could towards you
“That idiot! I knew I should have went with her!” He growled as he approached the warehouse
Meanwhile, you slowly came out of your unconscious state, body hurting everywhere as you saw the group of men talking
“So who do we kill first? The little girl or the pro?” He said
“I don’t know, she’s kind of a cutie, maybe we should hold her hostage for some money,” one said as you grimaced at the thought
Suddenly you heard a loud blast, managing to cover yourself quickly as wood flew everywhere
“Not today!” Bakugo screamed as he blasted everything in sight
Seriously someone should probably warn him about that temper of his
“Katsuki,” you whined our as Bakugos eyes flew to yours
He raced over to you, grabbing you up in his arms, “we have to get you out of here!”
“No! Take them first, they are really hurt!” You said as Bakugo shook his head
“YN we don’t have time for this!” He growled as you squirmed in his arms
“I said let me go Katsuki! Take them first!” You said as Katsuki grit his teeth and sore under his breath
“Damn woman! What the hell is wrong with you?” He said, setting you down and grabbing your mentor before blasting out
The fire, started by our favorite boi 💅, was now raging around you
You managed to get to your feet, going to the two men who had held you hostage and hoisting one of them up
“What the hell? YN where did you go?!?” Bakugo yelled as you shouted for him through the flames
“Katsuki help me!” You shouted as he found you helping the criminals
“YN come on! This place is going down!” He shouted, “nows not the time to play hero!”
“Im not playing hero Katsuki and I’m not letting them die!” You screamed as Bakugo balled his fists up, grabbing the other man he had beat to a pulp
“God I liked it when you were quieter!” He scratched out as you both managed to break through the doors, exiting to lights flashing
You collapsed as Bakugo set down the other man, running to grab you
“YN! YN stay with me!” He said before you blacked out
A few hours later ⏳
You winched as you awoke, the pain in your ribs excruciating
“Don’t move Yn, I need a little more time to heal you,” recovery girl said as you laid back
Bakugo stood, leaning against the wall as he scowled at you
You hoped recovery girl would take a few days at this point to heal you, giving Katsuki enough time to forget any of this happened
“…and we are done!” She said as your eyes widened, knowing there was no way that you would ever escape this room without a lecture
Recovery girl left as Katsuki continued to glare at you
You 👉🏻👀😗 🎶
Bakugo 👉🏻😠 Yn-
You 👉🏻 🫡
Suddenly Bakugo closed the gap, his lips slamming onto yours as you squeaked a little
He pulled back, still glaring at you, “don’t you ever and I mean EVER, do that again nerd or I’ll blow your ass up!”
You smiled at him, his eyes softening a little bit
“Stop being such a hardass on your girlfriend bakubro!” Kirishima said from the door as Mina, Denki, Midoriya and Todoroki watched on
“Get the hell out of here before I kill you!” Bakugo snarled as you giggled
You sure caught yourself a good one Yn 🥰
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eatmekaneki · 4 months
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Classroom Quickie
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Smut•almost caught•established relationship•boyfriend!aizawa
Aizawa likes to stare at your ass as you let him fuck you from behind.
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While he’s seated in his teachers desk with furrowed brows looking over homework assignments on lunch break.. you’ve texted him that you’ve come in to bring him something to eat, and a lunch you’ve made as well!
You’re wearing a skirt with nothing underneath it and once he notices he moans out and quickly covers his mouth looking around panicked.
“I locked the door silly.” You giggled cutely, getting on your knees and undoing his pants.
He nervously leaned back, but relaxed once you took his full length into your hand and gave it a few gentle pumps.
He shuddered at the feeling, he always loved the way your hands felt on him, nothing got him harder than you.
After you teased him like this for quite a bit he grabbed your wrist and threw it away from his length.
“Get on me already, lunch will be over soon.” He grunted.
You quickly stood up and turned around facing away from him, lowering yourself down onto his lap.
Even as soaked as you were, there was a tight squeeze due to his size. Aizawa sucked in a sharp breath and muttered a small ‘fuck baby…’
You didn’t want to go all the way down onto him yet, but he grabbed you by your hips and pulled you against him fully.
Your face contorted in pain and pleasure. He looked at you to check if it was okay, and you nodded with a smile.
“That’s my girl.” He purred at you, before putting a hand firmly on your back and pressing you forward so he could get a better view of his dick going in and out of you. He set the pace making you bounce on his lap.
He was hitting you in all the right places and your moans were starting to get louder, despite his harsh shushing.
You could hear him also getting closer to finish as his breathing was more labored and closer to gasping.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
“Mr. Aizawa?” A student spoke from behind the door. “I was wondering if we could go over the lesson from today, I was a bit confused.”
Your eyes widened and you felt your hair pulled back suddenly very roughly, and a hand clasp over your mouth.
“Of course, I’ll be right there to let you in.” He spoke so calmly, as if he wasn’t still bucking his hips up inside of you.
With one hand over your mouth, he started to thrust frantically inside of you.
The way he was hitting you was making you see stars and you were sure that you looked like a broken rag doll on his cock at this point.
It didn’t take long before you were falling apart on him, every part of you tightening up in anticipation before releasing waves of pleasure all over you.
You heard a low and sinful grunting coming from behind you, and Aizawa’s relentless pace stopped. Both his hands shot to your hips as he stalled out inside of you, leaning forward to bite down hard on your shoulder as he came.
You felt the twitching inside of you along with warmth pooling up against your walls.
“Fuck…” he whispered, as he pushed you off of him, eyes wide as he watched you push his cum up in yourself deeper with two fingers.
“I’ll keep it safe for later when you get home.” You leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. “You can add more to it.”
He quickly buckled himself back inside his pants and stood up with you, smacking your ass lightly.
“Good. That’s my girl.” He kissed you on the cheek right back. “Now send in my student you’ve kept waiting.”
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bonkwrites · 1 year
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a blessing, not a curse
Here’s a little Shoto blurb i wrote this morning hehe: 
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Shoto always thought his quirk was a curse. He had never considered the uses for it other than using it as a hero. Sure, he's warmed up a coffee or cooled down a room in the heat of summer, but he never considered the uses until you. 
To be fair, very fair, which he often isn't to himself, he was a virgin before he met you. He had never considered making himself colder or hotter while he was inside you, or making his fingers colder or warmer. But he found out you love it and now he'll never stop. 
"Sh-Shoto-" you whimper his name, hands tugging at his hair, "Ah-!" 
"Shhh, my love," he leans back and nips at your thigh, "they'll hear.." 
"H-How am I supposed to stay quiet when you're… you're.." your hands fly away from his hair and grip at the sides of the couch. You're in Momo's basement, the reunion party she planned is still going strong a floor above you. 
"When I'm..?" Shoto asks. You clench down around his fingers with a gasp when he makes them colder. It sends a thrill right through him. 
"Th-that! Oh god, Shoto, oh god," your thighs shake as you start to cum and Shoto presses them open roughly to put his mouth back on your clit. 
You pulse around his fingers and you slap your hand over your mouth to muffle your cries. 
"Oh, my love," Shoto moans, watching you shake as he pulls his fingers free. He presses a kiss to your thigh as you try to catch your breath. 
“Let’s go,” you mumble, gripping at his shirt to pull him towards you, wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in to kiss him. You break apart panting, grinding against him. “Take me home.” 
“Yeah- Yes, I will. Let’s go home.” Shoto breaks away from you, slowly, and you stand on slightly shaking legs to fix your skirt. 
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captain-hawks · 6 months
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JUST ONE LOOK
♡ — keigo takami x f!reader
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Your mysterious shopping bag of lingerie can only go unmentioned and unworn for so long before Keigo’s nosiness wins out. Naturally, he takes matters into his own hands…and finds out a thing or two about himself along the way.
18+ ONLY
wc — 2.5k
prompt — oral fixation, lingerie, praise
additional content —  established relationship, smut, masturbation, panty kink, light voyeurism, allusion to unprotected p in v + creampie, cum eating, needy/horny keigo
╰┈➤ kinktober masterlist
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Keigo shifts from where he’s seated uncomfortably on the couch for what might be the hundredth time in the past ten minutes. Thousandth, even.
He’s fairly certain that he’s on the verge of losing his mind—if the continuous tremor of anticipation rippling through his feathers is anything to go by. He’s accidentally sent no less than eight of them zipping across the room today without warning, much to the chagrin of your cat. 
So maybe he’s just a little on edge.
Two weeks ago, you cheerfully walked through the front door of your shared apartment, kicking off your shoes as you attempted to maneuver your way through the entry hall with a large assortment of shopping bags clutched in your hands. Keigo had kissed you on the forehead and swiftly took the cumbersome bags from you, ushering you off to where takeout and a movie were already queued up in the living room waiting for your arrival. 
He’d preened a bit as you twirled back around, stealing a kiss from his lips before bounding off toward the smell of food. Meanwhile, Keigo nearly dropped the bags himself moments later when he tried to get them all through your bedroom door at the same time, one of them ultimately falling to the floor in the process.
After stowing the rest of them away in the corner, he turned around for the lone fallen soldier—a small, nondescript black bag with matching tissue paper. But as he went to pick it up to add it to your pile that you’d inevitably sift through tomorrow morning, he froze in place, eyes catching sight of a flash of bright red lace peeking out from the wrappings. Like a beacon. 
While he knew better than to pry—he’d learned his lesson after he was feeling particularly nosey one Christmas Eve—he couldn’t help the wolfish grin that spread across his face as he tucked the bag away with the rest. No matter the article of clothing, Keigo had a thing for seeing you in red. 
A very, very big thing.
A “sorry for popping a boner in the middle of the restaurant, but your red lipstick is distracting me” thing.
A “sorry, I know we just got to the gala, but you’re in a little red dress, and I think I might come in my pants before they start bringing the hors d’oeuvres out if we don’t go fuck in the bathroom” kind of thing.
And it’s not that you didn’t already have any red lingerie, because you certainly did. Keigo had ruined and ripped more of them than he could count. But the thought that you’d discreetly brought something new home to surprise him? Well, that had a bolt of arousal shooting straight to his groin, cock jumping excitedly in his sweatpants without an ounce of shame. 
But it’s been fifteen and a half days now, not that he’s counting. 
Fifteen and half days of waiting for you to reveal your little surprise to him, his dick now sore from constantly being half hard with anticipation every second that he’s around you.
Valentine’s Day, your birthday, his birthday, your anniversary—it’s not close enough to any significant date that he can think of that perhaps you’d be waiting for. So the fact that you might just come strutting into the bedroom after a shower suddenly wearing them any old night of the week? 
Keigo knows he can be a little dramatic sometimes. 
(Really, he’s well aware.)
(He thinks it makes him a bit more charming and endearing—or at least that’s what you’ve told him.)
And maybe he has a tendency to over exaggerate his needs a bit, like when he texts you in the middle of the work day and says he’s going to die if he can’t come steal you for a quickie on your lunch break. 
(Not that you mind one bit.)
But he’s definitely not exaggerating when he decides in the bathroom that he’s completely and totally lost it past the point of no return now, because his goddamn dick is too hard to even take a piss. He’s been toying with the idea of just outright telling you he saw them, offering you pleading eyes and a little flutter of his wings as he coyly asks when you’re going to wear them for him. 
…but then if you did have a surprise planned, he’ll feel terrible for spoiling it. 
So maybe he’ll just go take a peek.
For science.
To tide himself over.
(You know how needy he is, and he’s taking it upon himself to make the unilateral decision that you’d understand. You’d take pity on him and his aching dick.)
He carefully makes his way into the bedroom, quiet as a mouse—even though he’s fully aware you won’t be home from work for another three hours. The lingerie is surprisingly easy to find, shiny black bag primly folded over and tucked into the back corner of your sock drawer. 
Just a look.
One look, and he can go be an impatient, horny weirdo jerking off to the thought of you wearing them once he has a mental image of the full spread.
But—
Keigo quirks a brow as he takes the single piece of lingerie out of the bag, a feather darting out from his left wing to prod at the material. The red thong hanging from his pointer finger has a lacy waistband, a silky satin pouch of material in the front, and a thin string in the back, which connects to the waistband with a small, delicately-placed bow.
Something about them looks…different than your other panties, the rest of the dainty little thongs tucked away in the drawer above your socks that he’s intimately familiar with. Eyes darting back to the bag, he spies a piece of paper lying curled up at the bottom. It’s just the receipt, and he’s not sure what exactly compels him to do it, but all of his questions are immediately answered when his eyes begin to scan the thin, white sheet. 
Written in bold, capital letters in the middle of the paper, itemizing the purchase, are the words: MEN’S THONG.
Oh.
And suddenly the way the front of the material is a bit larger than he’s used to seeing…makes sense.
Keigo quietly tucks the panties back into the bag, putting it back where he found it before closing the drawer and walking out of your bedroom. He spends approximately twenty-six minutes sitting on the couch, watching a cooking show without absorbing a single bit of what’s being said. Another eleven minutes are spent rearranging the order of your plants sitting along one of the windowsills and agonizing over whether or not the painting hanging above the fireplace is straight. 
He accidentally feeds the cat twice.
Just shy of forty-five minutes have passed when Keigo finally stalks back into the bedroom and digs the thong out of the drawer, hastily tossing the bag aside. His clothes end up in a similar state, carelessly discarded on the floor a moment later. 
He can offer little explanation as to why he ends up in bed, wings relaxed as he leans back against the cushioned headboard, gaze trained on his lower half. Already hard as a rock, Keigo’s thick cock barely fits in the panties despite the fact that they’re made for men, his engorged balls taking up most of the space inside. Flushed head poking out from the waistband, he’s transfixed by the way the precum dripping from his slit leaves a dark, wet stain on the satin. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he realizes the color of the panties is a near perfect match for his wings.
While he’s not sure what your plan was here, Keigo thinks you’ve probably let this purchase sit as you contemplate the right time to find the way to say, “Hey babe, would you mind wearing a thong for me?”
And in theory, Keigo’s not quite sure how he may have initially responded, in all honesty. 
In theory.
In practice, the moment he realized what he was holding in his hands, he was overcome with the uncontrollable desire to know what it would feel like to stroke his cock through the satin. To fuck his fist till he’s spurting hot cum all over the panties. To feel your pretty little pussy squeezing down on him when he ruts into you while he’s wearing them, lacy waistband straining tightly against his hips.
“Oh fuck,” Keigo moans, roughly running a hand over his hair as he begins to palm himself through the panties.
You bought these for him.
He’s so fucking hard, his dick is going to explode.
More precum leaks out of him, leaving behind a slippery, damp surface for the satin to slide up and down his cock as he begins to rock his hips upward into his closed fist. Eyes falling shut, he bites his lip and groans, forcing himself to take it slow and savor the tremors of pleasure simmering inside of him. There’s a small part of him that wonders how he’s going to wash the inevitable mess out of the thong when he’s finished without you noticing, but that’s a problem for future Keigo who can think straight once his balls aren’t floating with an overabundance of cum. 
On a normal day, Keigo knows you’re home before your key even turns in the lock.
But today, you make it all the way into the slightly ajar doorway to your bedroom, and even then, he doesn’t notice your presence. 
The sight before you takes your breath away—Japan’s number two hero, wings twitching and toes curling, moaning and panting and outright fucking whimpering as he jerks off while wearing a bright red thong. Not a single scenario that you imagined while buying the panties can even hold a candle to this.
Completely mesmerized by the way his thighs tremble with the effort to maintain a semblance of control, you can’t help but stand there and quietly observe for a few moments. You know what it feels like to be beneath him, atop him, beside him when he gets like this—desperate and aching and a little bit feral. But watching him from afar like this carves out a new place inside of you, a new pocket of hunger you hadn’t even realized existed until this moment. 
“Baby,” Keigo finally breathes out as he realizes he’s not alone, golden eyes trained on you as he continues to stroke himself through the thong. 
He exhales a shaky breath when you settle down beside him on the bed, head leaning against the headboard as he turns it to the side. 
“Found your present,” he admits, though his attempts to look remorseful are nullified by his rough voice and flushed face. “Sorry I spoiled the surprise.”
Another moan escapes his throat, and his eyes fall shut as he arches his back, squeezing firmly at the base of his shaft, not quite ready to finish just yet. You shift slightly, thighs rubbing together as your cunt clenches around nothing, wetness beginning to seep into your underwear. 
You could climb into Keigo’s lap right now, letting your tits spill out of your breezy little sundress as you bunch up the skirt, shuddering at the feeling of his fingers rubbing you through your panties. He’d hook a finger in them, tugging them aside before sinking two digits right into your pussy, just the way you like it. You’d squeeze his rock hard erection through his silky, red thong, mirroring the way he stretched your own panties to the side to reveal the full length of his thick, weeping cock. Together, you’d make a filthy, wet, sticky mess—and merely seeing his panties covered in your cum and his own would find you begging him to bend you over and take you again, roughly fucking you into the mattress till you’re sobbing his name and filled deeply with his seed.
But you can save that for tomorrow.
Later tonight, even.
Right now, you’re overcome with the need to watch him bring himself to completion. You lean in, mouth ghosting over his as you let your tongue gently slide over his bottom lip. He shivers. 
“This is better than any way I imagined giving them to you.”
He captures your tongue between his lips, mouth slotting over yours in a messy kiss. 
“Can I fuck you in these?” 
“Only if you get cum all over them for me first,” you implore him, fingertips caressing the stubble on his jaw.
Keigo moans at your request, the steady rhythm he’s fallen into while fucking his fist faltering, the heavy strokes growing sloppy.
“Feels so good,” he chokes out.
You can’t help but run a hand over your breasts, a breathy sound falling from your lips as you thumb at your peaked, tender nipples. His lust-blown eyes don’t miss the movement, and you squeeze your tits, letting them swell over the low-cut neckline of your dress.
Carding your fingers through his hair, you whisper against the shell of his ear, “I’m so wet just watching you, Keigo.”
“Fuck, baby,” he grunts. “How wet?”
Leaning back to hold his gaze, you trail a hand beneath your dress and into your underwear, running a finger along your damp slit. You moan in response, unable to deny yourself the pleasure of plunging two fingers into your slippery cunt.
“Show me,” he exhales, toned laced with desperation.
Your pussy twitches in protest when you pull your digits out, but it’s entirely worth it for what happens next—
Placing your fingers in front of Keigo, you expect he’ll offer you a cheeky smile as he licks a broad stroke along the digits, tasting the arousal that’s coating them. Instead, his lips fall open, and he takes your fingers directly into his mouth. The ache between your thighs grows at the sensation of his tongue languidly licking them clean, but he doesn’t stop there. He begins to suck on the digits, replacing the juices from your cunt with his own saliva, golden eyes going hazy as he moans around them.
Heat spreads beneath your skin, desire clawing its way through every crevice of your body, and your own breathing goes ragged at the sight before you. At this rate, Keigo’s going to need to fuck every single one of your holes in those cum-soaked panties tonight before you’ve had your fill of him. 
“Good boy,” you murmur, watching the way his wings splay even wider at the praise. “Make a mess.”
Keigo groans loudly at that, his strokes growing erratic as he finally lets his impending climax consume him entirely. Seemingly endless ropes of cum spill from his cock, the thick, eager spurts flooding his panties and painting the length of his chest. 
“I hope you saved some for me,” you say when he’s finished, a playful smile on your face as you gesture toward the way his softening shaft is still twitching slightly, small dribbles of cum continuing to weakly leak out of him.
Looking down, he begins to laugh at himself, taking a deep breath as he runs a hand through his messy hair. “I hope you planned on buying mor—”
He chokes mid-sentence as you lean down and begin mouthing at his cock through his panties, running your tongue over the cum that’s leaking through the material. 
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