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bnha-archive · 5 years ago

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Idk if you do smut, if not then make this h e a v y fluff. Shouji x Reader where Shouji wants to take his relationship with the reader a step further but doesn't want to scare her? Thanks!

oh ho ho~ :3 All characters are 18+, Don’t like, don’t read.

Enjoy

It’s the lingering touches that make you notice. Mezo’s fingertips grazing your lower back, neck, and cheeks in passing have been putting you on…��edge. That is to say, he barely has to touch you to make your mind start racing and heart pounding painfully. The amount of power he has over you is startling.

At first, you think all this is innocent. You’re just the one with the perverted mind,Mezo could never. He’s so collected and calm.

But as the touches continued, you noticed the gazes along with them. He may wear a mask but that doesn’t mean you can’t read his expression. You catch his eye as he places a hand on the back of your neck, rubbing smooth and gently circles there. “You look tense.” He would say, then move away like he didn’t just make you choke on air.

Those looks he gives you is unmistakable… You can see the way his eyes tilt up in the corner and the glitter in them as he takes in your flustered state. He knows exactly what he’s doing. The absolute bastard.

You finally manage to corner him after patrol, the two of you heading back to your respective apartments. Thank god you’re his neighbor or else this would never work.

Shoji unlocks his front door and turns to wish you goodnight, only to find you staring him down. “What is it?” He turns the doorknob—and you pounce. You push him inside, slamming the door shut with your foot. The apartment is blanketed in darkness—the only light coming from the crack beneath the door.

Now, you’re not an especially tall person. Hell, Shoji is hitting 6’4”, a good 2 inches taller than he was in high school—but that doesn’t mean you can’t try to kabe-don him. Your hand slams itself next to his hip while the other finds the side of his neck. You press into him, your gaze never leaving his face.

“Do you know what you do to me, Mezo?

“I…”

“You drive me crazy. Distracting me at work is the worst of all. How can I focus on my job if your hands are all I can think about?” You take his hands and place them on your hips. His hands skim the fabric of your jeans, tentative to touch you.

“I drive you crazy?” Mezo hands finally find purchase on your hips, and he pulls you even closer. You can feel his breath through the mask, hot. “Just being in the same room as you… I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve had to ask someone what happened at a meeting. This?” He gestures to you and then to himself, “I’ve never felt this… You… you’re the first. But if you don’t want that—it’s ok. I can live with just sex.”

Your breath catches in your throat. You’d never expected this. Are you sexually attracted him? Yes. Are you romantically attracted him? Also, yes, but you’ve never spent much time considering this part of your relationship. But Shoji’s feelings are more than the ‘tear your clothes off’ kind. More like, ‘let me carefully take your clothes off, so I can make love to you then cuddle with you’ kind.

And well, you’re not going to spurn that. Not in a million years. You intertwine your fingers with his and gently tug to get him to bend down to your level. You lean up, chin tilting as you press your lips against his mask just to the right of where his lips should be. His left hand disentangles itself from yours, and he pulls the mask down to kiss you properly. In the darkness, you can barely make out his profile. His mouth is wide and his lips are soft as he kisses you.

He kisses like you are the only thing keeping him alive, stealing the oxygen from your lungs. His arms cage you in holding you prisoner not that you would want to escape. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back with all the force you can muster. You want to tell him how long you’ve been thinking about him.

But all those thoughts flee when he presses the bulge in his pants against your thigh.

And from the feel of him, it’s on the larger side. The thought of it causes your head to fall back, parting your lips to allow a groan of want to escape. Shoji allows a sigh to escape him, his hot breath fanning across your neck before feeling something warm and wet trailing its way over your shoulder.

“Me-Mezo I—ah!”

He bites down, gently but with enough force for your words to trip over themselves. The noises coming from your throat only fuel him. You feel two more hands find your ass and squeeze as the other two hold you in place—practically crushed against his chest. The second pair of hands travel down to your upper thighs and with laughable ease, you’re lifted. Instinctively you wrap your legs around his hips, pressing the crux of your thighs against his straining erection.

Oh Jesus, does that friction feel good. You rub against him, the sensation against your clothed clit sending small ripples of pleasure straight to your core. “Mezo—are, are you planning on fucking me in the—ah, hallway?” Trying to find words in your befuddled lusty state did not come easily.

You feel him grin against your skin. “I was thinking about it… But I wouldn’t be able to go all out.” A decision made, he pushes off the wall and carries you (still around his waist) to his bedroom where he promptly places you down on the futon before starting to strip. He flicks on a light in the corner, throwing shadows on the wall as your own clothes quickly join his on the floor.

Despite your hormone-addled state, you couldn’t help but be A little intimidated by the sheer image of him. Standing there 6’4”, naked and with an almost painful erection, which you want nothing more than to alleviate. You are lying if the sight of him in this state didn’t turn you on but damn if it didn’t make you feel small in comparison.

And then you couldn’t think about the size difference anymore because he was on top of you in another moment. You’re splayed on your back as he cages you in his arms once again leaning his head down to kiss you once more. You could feel his hardness pressing into your inner thigh and you push your hips upward to tell him silently what you want.

He ignores it and sweeps his tongue along your own, causing you to part your lips further. He shoves his tongue into your mouth, and you whine at the sensation—not only is his mouth bigger than yours, so is his tongue. It practically takes up the rest of the space and you close your mouth around it. Hot, wet and oh so tantalizing. Sucking on his tongue roughly and another lovely noise escapes his throat at the sensation.

He pulls back to look at you, his cheeks flushed, his lips wet, and a bit of drool running down his chin. “Is it alright if… if I use my quirk? On you?”

The yes came out of your mouth so fast you didn’t register the sound of the words. All you see if his lips splitting into a shiny, and remarkably pointy smile.

You feel something hot and wet poking at your slick folds—but how? He’s kissing you right now—OH. “Ohhh.” A large wet tongue licks carefully around your labia. Spreading your slick and thoroughly dampening your vulva. But he actively avoids giving you any type of stimulation. “Mezo! Don’t ah ah tease me!”

“But it’s so much fun…”

You feel the second tongue slide inside you. You buck your hips at the sensation, but Shoji’s strong arms hold you down as he tongue fucks you. You can’t keep quiet; your right-hand comes up to cover your mouth but Shoji swats it away. “Try to quiet yourself again and I’ll pin your arms above your head.”

You’re tempted. But the delicious feeling between your legs keeps you from forming any type of coherent thought. The exaggerated slurping and licking fill your ears and it only serves to make you squirm harder. Your thighs squeeze around the mouth as the tongue finds itself rubbing against your G-spot.

You can feel your muscles tense, legs locking as your hands fist the sheets beneath. Your mouth goes slack as your eyes roll back into your skull.

“Something wrong? You look like you’re close? Well, are you?” Mezo leans down to speak into your ear, the tongue suddenly working double-time.

“I-I need! Please. Please. Please!” You’re mumbling his name and pleading with him. You can feel the knot in your stomach pulling tighter every second.

God you’re so close.

The tongue swells in size, becoming stiff with thick ridges stretching you and you gasp at the sensation as what is now his cock fills you. It’s too good. Too perfect.

“Cum for me…”

And you do—screwing up your eyes as your body convulse and shake as your orgasm shoots through your veins. Just like that, it’s over and your body relaxes… or tries to. The rock-hard cock inside you twitches. A shift of your hips pulls a whine from your throat as the sensitive walls flutter around Shoji’s length. He chokes back his own moan at the sensation.

Your eyes meet and Mezo leans down and kisses you again, softly. He smooths your hair back and peppers kisses across your flushed skin. His real tongue licks the shell of your ear. “I hope you have another round in you because I’m just getting started, darling.”

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Aaahh!!

you should be sad.

part two || mini series || one, two

katsuki bakugou x reader x izuku midoriya ||| angst, cheating, oc powers, toxic relationships, implied smut

Word count: 3,666

Lack of communication leads to miscommunication. But when will Bakugo, Y/N and Izuku learn?

“Holy SHIT! Bro, slow the FUCK DOWN!”

Kirishima grabbed onto the handle above him, praying for dear life that Bakugo wouldn’t drive the two of them into ongoing traffic.

Yeah, Kirishima definitely wished he just mind his business and kept his mouth shut.

It wasn’t his business if Y/N was at Deku’s. But as the manly man he was, he had to keep the bro-code and look out for his bro.

But holy fuck did Bakugo scare him when Kirishima mentioned Deku. Next thing Eijiro knew was Bakugo telling him to put his seatbelt on, pushing one-ten down the freeway.

“Fuckin’ Deku! The bastard already has everything, now he wants my fucking wife?”

Kirishima frowned, “Bro, you cheated— “

“DON’T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT SHITTY HAIR?” Bakugo shouted back, gripping the steering wheel with everything in him to keep himself focused on the road.

“Do you honestly think going to her like this is going to help you guys? Come on man! Let’s be honest here; you fucked up. Plus, you haven’t even told her everything about the other girl— “

“I know that, damnit!” Bakugo barked back at his best friend, not wanting him to finish his sentence.

“And how do you plan on breaking things off with your side chick, man? Since you know everything.”

There was an eerie silence in the car following Kirishima’s comment. Katsuki refusing to remove his intense glare from the road.

“Yeah, I thought so.”

“Let me show you what it’s like to truly be loved, Y/N.”

You never expected things to go so far.

Your heart skipped a beat, the kiss reminding you of that night in the common room.

Feelings you tried your hardest to repress came jolting through you, the smell of Izuku’s conditioner tickling your senses. His hands tangled in your hair.

The soft jazz playing in the background did nothing to help soothe your rapidly beating heart.

You couldn’t say you hadn’t thought about what would happen if you had pursued Izuku.

There was obvious tension whenever you two were in the same room together. His eyes wandering over your body whenever you wore your hero suit, always adverting those damn green orbs whenever you’d catch him staring.

The two of you were so in sync in battle that both of your fans began to notice the connection. You were always there in the nick of time, as if your eyes were constantly on him; even with a villain in your grasp.

But, you were married. Public news.

You had a family. Hell, you had children and civilians that looked up to you.

You had thought about it countless of times, before you were even aware of Katsuki’s affair. But..

“I don’t want to stoop to his level.” You tried to pull away, but Izuku gently took your hands and brought them to his lips.

“You’re nothing like kacchan,” Izuku kissed your hand, emerald eyes gazed into your own. You nearly forgot to breathe under his gaze.

“You’re Y/N Y/L/N, the woman I’ve been in love with since the day you graced U.A with your presence.”

He placed another kiss on your hand, his lips meeting the cold metal of your wedding band.

He felt guilty of course, he recognized that he was creating conflict by trying to pursue you as if you weren’t already Mrs. Y/N Bakugo. Many would view Izuku as a selfless gentleman—he was All Might’s successor after all.

Yet here he was; trying to convince you to take him on as your side dude.

“Can I think on this, Izuku? This is—well, a lot has happened and I— “

Boom!

You heard your phone chime, startling you as you recognizing the distinguished text tone that you had specifically picked out for Bakugo. Izuku awkwardly let your hands go, the two of you suddenly realizing how close you were.

“T-Take all the time you need, Y/N.” Izuku smiled, his cheeks were pink when he rubbed the back of his head. You hadn’t noticed the neat undercut last night, but now you realized just how good the haircut looked on him.

Was he always so attractive?

The sound of Katsuki’s ringtone going off several more times finally brought you back to the present.

You excused yourself and went into the bedroom to grab your phone off of Izuku’s bed. Instantly feeling the anxiety bubbling up in your gut, turning it sour.

boom baby💥: the old hag took Nat for the week.

boom baby💥: where are you Y/N?

boom baby💥: stop fuckin with me Y/N Bakugo where the fuck are you?

boom baby💥: Y/N I SWEAR TO GOD

“Really Katsuki?”

You scoffed, tossing the phone back onto Izuku’s bed. Let him suffer—the fucking dick.

He can handle not hearing from you for another hour or two.

You straighten up Midoriya’s bed and stripped from his shirt, showing off your plain black tank top underneath.

Once you gathered all of your things together and folded Izuku’s shirt you stepped into the bathroom to shower, mentally prepping yourself for the day.

Feeling refreshed after your shower, you threw on the plain white hoodie and sweats Izuku had laid out for you, then checked to see if you had any more messages from Katsuki.

Thank god you didn’t.

You texted Mitsuki to see how your daughter was doing.

Mitsuki was quick to respond, except she just sent you a selfie of herself, Masaru and Natsuki instead. Natsuki was smiling from ear to ear with her grandparents, pulling on both of their spiky hair. You sighed.

You truly missed your little girl.

Just as you were about to step out of the bedroom you heard a knock at the front door.

“Uh—hold on!” You heard Izuku shout, curious you cracked open the bedroom door to see who it was.

The minute Izuku got to the door, he checked the peephole.

You saw his face light up. “Oh, hey Kirishima! Just give me a sec,”

Izuku called out, unlocking the door to see an uneasy Kirishima who adverted eye contact.

Something was off.

You felt uncomfortable, a nagging feeling in your gut becoming intense by the second. The sight of your husband’s best friend wasn’t a good sign.

You felt nauseous.

Kirishima stood there awkwardly in front of Deku, unable to explain the situation. “Uh, h-hey Deku! Listen, man can we— “

“Where is my wife, Deku?!”

Bakugo spat, intense red eyes peering at Izuku from behind the redhead. “What is my wife doing in your shitty apartment?”

“K-Kacchan?! Wait a second—”

Katsuki pushed past Kirishima, his fist clenched. Kirishima tried his best to contain the fury that was Bakugo.

Even as a pro hero Kirishima was no match for Bakugo when he was pissed about you. Hell, even Izuku knew that. He often found himself on the receiving end of Ground Zero’s wrath.

“I should fucking kill you, you piece of shit.” Bakugo grabbed Izuku by his shirt, ignoring Kirishima’s protests. “Where is she?”

“Y/N is here, Kacchan. She’s getting ready to leave now—Why didn’t you just call your wife and ask?” Deku swatted Bakugo’s hand, releasing his grip on the shirt.

What a smug bastard.

Bakugo could smell you on him, the same strong yet pleasing fragrance he knew by heart. Your intoxicating scent provoked his natural instincts—as if he were some wild beast.

He could smell you all over him.

That’s when Katsuki noticed. Your E/C eyes staring at him from the corner of the room.

You actually were here.

In that fucking nerd’s clothes nonetheless.

“You goddamn extra—"

It happened too fast—like a blur. Kirishima shouted, he tried to pull Bakugo back to the exit, while Izuku held his bleeding nose. Katsuki didn’t feel his knuckles throbbing. He honestly didn’t care to even tune into Kirishima.

No—his attention remained on the green haired bastard in front of him.

Emerald eyes stared daggers into his own, as if one were daring the other to try. You ran to Deku’s side to tend to his bleeding nose.

That made Bakugo’s blood boil.

“Stay the FUCK away from my wife or I’ll blow your fucking place up with you in it.” He taunted, ready to kick Deku’s ass at any moment.

“Nice going Kacchan, you certainly sound like the number two pro hero.” Deku jeered, wiping his nose. “You don’t own Y/N! She has her own life, career —friends. Even if you do try to keep her from us.”

“Oh, for the love of—would you two cut it out!” You shouted.

“You don’t know shit, Deku.” Katsuki retorted. His hands started to spark, smoke rising from his palms.

“Oh—but I know more than you think, Kacchan.” Izuku pushed you behind him, green electricity running up his arm.

Bakugo made the first move, quick to sprint towards Deku with a smoking hand. Katsuki watched Deku’s hands come down in front of him in a fighting stance, ready to block any of his reckless blows.

“That’s ENOUGH!” You shouted, your eyes glowed a bright white light before a large bubble appeared around both Bakugo and Deku.

You had put them in a time sphere, one of the many powers of your quirk. The two of them at a standstill leaving Bakugo airborne, arm cocked back—his explosion only half initiated.

“Now—listen to me!” You huffed, “Katsuki we are going home—now.” You motioned for Kirishima to be on standby for Bakugo. You frowned at Izuku’s frozen frame, his arm outstretched to protect you from danger, with his free arm position to block Bakugo’s pending attack. “Midoriya, I’m sorry for this.”

You swiped your hand back to rewind the two. Sending them back just enough to avoid a gaping hole in Izuku’s apartment.

“You don’t know shit—”

Katsuki hesitated, he felt that weird feeling of déjà vu. Being as perceptive as he was, he knew it was his wife’s doing. “I fucking hate when you do that.”

“Just—Oh my god—just go Katsuki!”

You snapped, waiting for Kirishima to take Katsuki far away from Izuku’s apartment.

You felt lightheaded after using your quirk; maternity leave had left you rusty. You took a step, nearly losing your balance before Izuku grabbed your hand to help steady you.

“You have to be careful using your quirk like that Y/N!” He chastised you, although he smiled. You somehow felt like he simply enjoyed seeing your quirk in action.

“Let me walk you to your car.”

The drive back to the gym was long, and uncomfortably quiet for both Bakugo and Kirishima.

Bakugo wanted to ride back with his wife, but no—instead he was stuck with shitty hair. You wouldn’t even make eye contact with him, and he had a weird feeling about you and that damn nerd.

The entire drive Bakugo was typing away on his phone. He said nothing the entire ride; he merely tapped away at the screen.

Kirishima glanced over at Bakugo, before focusing back on the road.

“Hey man—just give Y/N her space right now. Everything is getting outta hand.”

“Huh? What?” Katsuki looked up from his phone, “Oh, yeah whatever shitty hair.” He murmured.

He was definitely still pissed but Katsuki was more interested in the message he was sending. Only placing his phone away when the car came to a complete stop.

“We’re here bro. Get home safe—okay?” Kirishima said, as he put the car in park. He wasted no time handing Katsuki his keys; ready to go home after today’s ordeal.

Kirishima unlocked his car door and hopped in. He didn’t bother to wait for a reply, he knew he wasn’t getting one.

Katsuki waited for Kirishima’s car to be fully out of view before he got into the drivers seat. He put an address in his phone and turned the key in the ignition.

He had to handle things on his end.

Izuku wished All Might was still with him, because he could definitely use some advice right now.

The smile on his face vanished as soon as your car was out of sight.

He was alone. Again.

The walk back from the parking lot to his empty apartment seemed so much longer. Thoughts of you plaguing his mind as he stepped back into his home.

He picked up both plates off of the kitchen counter and loaded them into the sink. He had made a lot of food since he expected you to stay longer. But after what he asked you?

No, after what had happened with Kacchan—He doubted you’d ever call him again.

Midoriya sauntered into his room, taking his blood-stained shirt off before he treads past his bed. He noticed his bed was made, his All Might T-shirt neatly folded in the center with a ‘thank you’ note written in your distinguished handwriting.

Izuku couldn’t hide the dopey grin on his face, minus the ache of his nose.

Of course, she would make the bed.

He plucked his favorite shirt off the bed and put it on. Your flowery scent engulfing him, making him sigh in remembrance.

Oh no—he had kissed you. He had professed his love for his closest friend. Moreover, he offered you the opportunity to do exactly what Bakugo had done to you.

Smooth, Izuku, real smooth.

He needed to lay down, to clear his mind of what had just transpired in his living room.

If only Kacchan hadn’t showed up then maybe…

God—what would have happened if Kacchan hadn’t of showed up?

Izuku tried to push every improper thought out of his mind. He respected how you felt more than anything. He didn’t want to come off as if he was taking advantage of your situation. No, he would never do that.

He just had to tell you how he felt. Holding in his feelings for so long finally getting the best of him. He still hadn’t fully recovered after the wedding—let alone the birth of your daughter.

He wished he told you how he felt after game night. He wished he told you his feelings long before Kacchan came along.

He just wished you would see him—Izuku Midoriya the man; not the shy teenage boy from when they were students at U.A.

He wanted to give you space, he did. But with how heated you were when you left, Midoriya assumed you would understand why he was reaching out.

Izuku sent a simple message, just asking if you made it home safely and if you were okay. He knew how much your quirk could drain you from all the times he had to take you to Recovery Girl.

It didn’t take long for his phone to ding, a smile crept on his face when he saw your name.

When Katsuki made it back to the house you two shared, the sun had started to set.

He was surprised to see the porch light on. Only you ever remembered to turn the porch light on at sundown. He noticed your car parked inside the garage with the garage door open still; so, he knew you weren’t staying long.

“I waited for you.”

You opened the front door before Katsuki made it up the steps. He could tell from how your arms were crossed that you were still pissed about last night.

Well Katsuki was still pissed too.

“And I waited for you Y/N.” He hissed, shoving his hands into his pockets as he walked past you.

Neither of you made eye contact.

You shut the door behind him, and followed him into the bedroom. “You didn’t call me, Katsuki. Honestly, you never do so I didn’t think you even cared.”

“Oh—so that means you go and fuck that nerd, Deku?” Katsuki laughed, “Why, aren’t you a fuckin’ genius.”

You scoffed, “Really? That’s the best you got? Like you weren’t balls deep in some bitch? You have a lot of nerv—”

“So, you’re not denying that you fucked him?” Katsuki’s voice got louder, he turned around to see your face.

You could not believe this fucking guy.

“Obviously I didn’t—“

He rolled his eyes, cutting you off once again. “It’s not that obvious when you’re wearing his fucking clothes!”

“Can you let me speak?! God—you’re so— you’re so insufferable, Katsuki. I didn’t sleep with Izuk—“

“SO WHY DIDN’T YOU COME HOME?” He shouted at you, and you felt your blood boil.

“You’re out all night and then I find you at that fucking nerd’s place? You didn’t answer your phone—YOU’RE WEARING HIS FUCKING CLOTHES Y/N!” With every point he makes he puts up another finger.

“Did that bastard put his dirty hands on you?” Katsuki husked, walking up to you, his larger frame towered over your own. He grabbed you by your chin and tilted your head up so you could look at him.

You didn’t know what to say.

Those piercing red eyes bore into yours with pure unrelenting desire. You could feel your face grow hot, feeling extremely worked up around the hothead.

“Tch, I don’t even want to know.”

Katsuki pressed his lips hungrily against yours, wasting no time reclaiming you. He pressed his body against yours to prevent you from escaping.

You pushed against his chest and Katsuki grabbed your wrists, pinning both of your hands together above your head. He kissed and nipped the crook of your neck, marking what rightfully was his. Even after a year he still remembered exactly where you were the most sensitive. “Mmm—no, K-Katsuki—“ He smirked into your neck, that sexy little voice of yours coaxing him on.

You hated how much you missed his touch.

“You’re fuckin’ mine, Y/N.” He growled against your ear, nipping at your earlobe. His hand working it’s way into the waistband of your white sweats. “Don’t you dare forget that—”

You both heard Katsuki’s phone shrill in his pocket, Kaminari’s ringtone filling the room.

He tried to ignore the call, biting the sensitive spot on your neck again. His fingers grazed over your most sensitive area, tracing circles around the thin fabric until he felt it grow damp. Every tantalizing, lewd thought he had all year was finally about to come to fruition.

But the phone rung to no avail. Forcing the blond to pull his hand out of your pants so he could silence the annoying device. You took the moment to get yourself together, slightly panting as you touched your bruised lips.

What Katsuki hadn’t intended on was the condom wrapper to fall out of his pocket when he pulled his phone out.

Your eyes went straight to the gold wrapper, laid split open missing the rubber inside.

It didn’t take Katsuki long to catch on to what you were staring at, his arms dropping to his side in shock. He was rendered speechless; eyebrow furrowed as he anticipated your next move.

He expected you to argue with him, cry, hell—even hit him. Not just sit there with that unreadable look he hated so much. He needed anything— something.

But instead you were quiet, calm even.

“Y/N—listen, I can explain—“ You pushed him off of you, and crossed your arms.

“No, Katsuki. I can’t do this anymore.” You forced yourself to laugh. “Who are we fooling? This..ugh,no—we just don’t work.”

“Stop saying stupid shit! I didn’t sleep with her dumbass! I went to end it—“

That was when you interrupted him. “So, you were still seeing her? The whole time I assume? I mean we’re not fucking so I don’t get why you have condoms—” You shook your head, fuck it.

“Y’know what? I don’t give a fuck anymore. Do you, Katsuki.”

You walked past Katsuki, and grabbed your large tote purse off your shared dresser. He noticed it was filled to the brim with your personal stuff.

What the fuck?

He noticed how uncomfortably clean the room was—all of your personal things were missing.

Even the wedding portrait that sat on your vanity—gone.

“Wait—where the hell are you going?”

He tried to sound upset, but just came off weak with his voice breaking slightly. He couldn’t let you leave, he knew you wouldn’t come back if he did.

“Don’t worry about that.” You said nonchalantly. You threw your purse over your shoulder before walking out of the bedroom, stepping on the condom wrapper without a second thought.

You heard Katsuki storm out the room behind you, shouting about shit you no longer cared for.

This was the final straw.

You refused to keep yourself in a cycle of heartbreak. He just wasn’t going to change—at least not for you. You had finally came to your senses. Although it hurt like hell, you knew it was time to leave.

“Y/N JUST FUCKIN’ LISTEN TO ME!” Bakugo ran outside after you, tears threatening to spill from his eyes, his worst nightmare was unfolding right in front of him.

You went to your car and shoved your purse in the passenger seat. Boxes and bags were neatly packed in the back seat and trunk of your car.

You were serious.

Katsuki saw some Natsuki’s things in the backseat. Her pack n’ play, as well as the spare car seat your mother had bought you. Katsuki felt as if a dagger was plunged into his gut.

“Y-You’re not taking my fucking daughter from me, you hear me?” He put his hand on the back door, trying to open the door to take Natsuki’s things out.

You locked it before he had the chance.

“I hear you—and I would never do that to you.” You turned to face him. “But now you hear me, Katsuki Bakugo.”

You walked up to him, keeping your hands together before taking his hand in yours.

You placed your wedding band in the palm of his hand.

“I want a divorce.”

#bnha fanfiction #bnha #bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader x midoriya #katsuki bakugo x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #angst #cheating #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #you should be sad

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I'm such a fucking stan.

HAWKS ENGLISH VOICE IS PERFECT AND I AM EVEN MORE IN LOVE.

#hawks #keigo takami #bnha #mha

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I’ve Grown Accustomed to Your Face - I

A three-part series in which Bakugou must admit to himself that you don’t mean nothing. Hero!Bakugou x Sidekick! Reader. Part II, Part III

Song 1 and 2.

Reader’s quirk: Perfect accuracy, anything the user throws or hits with another object will strike the target in the intended spot. Hero name: Bullseye.

This takes place 7-9 years in the future, giving a chance for Katsuki to cool his head.

One: “Damn! I’ve grown accustomed to your face.”

You are a nobody. An inexperienced young hero with a bit too much enthusiasm and gumption. He didn’t take you on because you’re the best, no, he did it as a favor to Kirishima—Red Riot didn’t have space for you at his agency, but he’s the hero you did your internship and work-study with. Here at the Ground Zero Agency, he’s always in need of fresh meat. He hasn’t had a single sidekick last more than two years. His turnover rate was astronomical—but he accepts nothing but the best. He demands excellence.

So why the hell are you making a nuisance of yourself on the second day?

“Good morning!” You salute him upon entry, a dopey smile shining through. You hold out a mug. “I went ahead and made your coffee for you! Black, two sugars.”

He has no idea how you know his coffee order but the chipper tone in your voice does nothing but grate on his nerves. “Isn’t a bit early for you to be kissing my ass? Cut that shit out.” Bakugou barely looks at you as he passes by, taking the coffee from your hands. “Make yourself useful and go on patrol unless you’d rather make fucking coffee for your entire squad?”

Your cheer doesn’t falter. “I already did, sir! But I’ll set out right away!”

Bakugou resists the urge to snap at you again but lets you traipse off down the corridor. He hated newbies—so wide-eyed and bushy-tailed, practically puppy-like in their attitudes. Unlike his peers, this energy did nothing to invigorate his spirit. No, it only gave him migraines: these kids are so eager to please that they make mistakes.

He’s sure if he gives it an hour that you’ll be radioing in for assistance. The new ones always do, and it would give him the chance to chew you out.

So, he waits.

And waits.

When three hours roll by, with no call for help and only status updates to go by, Bakugou seriously wonders if you’re actually doing your job. No other new sidekick has managed to so unobtrusive in their first week. Only one way to find out. He leaves his office (yelling at his other sidekicks as assistants to stop slacking off while he’s at it). Checking your last known location and heading straight for it (he pauses occasionally for an autograph or picture).

He makes the last turn and there you are, helping an old man across the street with a patient air. Well, it could be worse.

The peaceful atmosphere is broken when a storefront’s window shatters. Bits of glass goes everywhere as two men hop out of the window, each holding a bag that’s bulging with stolen merchandise and funds.

He just had to jinx it didn’t he?

You’re already on it. “Hold it! Drop what you’re holding and come quietly.” You bellow and give chase; he sees you touch your mic. His ear set crackles to life as you relay the situation. “Two villains in the square. Both men, with heteromorphic quirks. One is a fox and the other is kinda like a rock.”

“Acknowledged.” His rumbles.

You pull out a small double-knocked crossbow, with rubber-tipped arrows. Extending your arm, you pull the trigger—the bolts fly forward hitting each thief in the back of one of their knees. The pair stumble and you roll a small bowling ball that explodes into a sticky tar on when it bumps into them. It sticks to the Fox Man, his fur becoming matted as the rock guy pulls free.

He takes off into a side alley and you go after him hot on his heels. Just as the second villain thinks he’s home-free, Ground Zero thuds in front him and takes him by the throat. “Surrender or I’ll blast you three blocks away. Got it scumbag?” Rock man comes quietly after that.

“Hey, boss! Nice bag! You didn’t even have to do anything. Must be nice to be famous, huh?” You grin and wave, restraining the first criminal with ease as he bags his own catch. You place the pair side by side and wait for the local police department to show.

“The rock-bastard would have gotten away without me here to stop him, newbie.” The hero seethes but is almost satisfied.

He had been right about you. You wouldn’t last a year.

“Oh, don’t worry about that, sir!” You hold up a small metal box with a screen. “My arrow got a tracker on him no problem. He wouldn’t have gotten very far!” You salute him again.

“Can’t you do a damn thing without your support items?”

You falter a bit, and he can see it for a moment in your face. A weakness. “My items help make me a better hero! Just like your grenade gauntlets and utility belt.”

He locks gazes with you. He doesn’t spare you from his scowl, and he decides to expose you. “Yeah, but I don’t need fancy gadgets to do my job. I’d be the same hero outside the suit. Can you say the same, kid?”

“Red-Riot was right.”

“What was that?” The mention of Kirishima throws him off.

“He said you’d be… difficult to impress. D’you know that you have infamy among new heroes?” You don’t look away from his face. That smile is gone—replaced by a neutral expression. “The ‘First Step’ they call you. We know that employment with you isn’t gonna be for long, so it gives us time to acclimate to the Hero life. You give us a few months of hard work experience and then fire us, and we get to move on to where we really want to be.

“Have you checked where your ex-sidekicks ended up?”

He hasn’t.

The hero can feel a migraine coming on and that only serves to piss him off more. He’s being exploited, by useless extras who can barely do their jobs? Unthinkable. “You’re getting damn mouthy over there, kid. Fucking watch it.” He grinds out the words, folding his arms across his chest.

“I’m only telling you because I respect you, sir. Not trying to get fired on my second day.” You finally face forward, looking away from the hero. “I intend to stay. I don’t need you to be a stepping stone for me.”

“Is that right?”

“Yeah.” You glance at him. “I told you because taking advantage of a top hero is shameful and not a bragging right that anyone deserves to have.”

You would last a year. You’re not a nobody and you certainly aren’t inexperienced. Ground Zero and his sidekick, Bullseye, would become famous for having the largest drop in crime in their ward in a single year. You became a pillar of his agency, your presence making the whole show working smoother. The turnover rate also dropped—thanks to you having a positive influence over your boss.

“So, how’s Bullseye doing?” Kirishima asks him over lunch one day. A rare day off for the two Pro Heroes results in a session of catch-up. And as usual, Kirishima does all the talking, or at least most of it.

“Not fucking terrible.”

“Oh, that’s high praise from you! I regret that favor then. I could use a long-range fighter on my team.” The red head laughs good naturedly.

The blond across from rolls his eyes. “All I said is that Bullseye doesn’t suck at work. If that wasn’t the case, then I wouldn’t have kept ‘em around.”

“Yeah yeah, man. I hear you.” Kirishima waves his hand carelessly and his eyes suddenly turn rather serious. “Anyway, that’s not what I wanted to talk about.”

“Well, fucking spit it out.”

“I… It’s the League. They’re on the move again.”

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You ever just... Feel? Damn. 10/10

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raindrops // katsuki bakugo

CHARACTER PAIRING: Pro Hero! Katsuki Bakugo x reader

WORD COUNT: 1,319

WARNINGS: None

SYNOPSIS: After a long week from university and a part-time job, you’re stressed and out of your mind, but you have Bakugo to help you.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: a fic trade with @candychronicles! go check out her account because she writes really good fics!

“You came home late,” Bakugo calls from the kitchen, his gaze sharpening. His ruby eyes widen at the sight of you, and his neutral look hardens into a glare. “Baka, why didn’t you bring an umbrella?”

He wears a cotton white apron that hugs his figure nicely, reading kiss the chef in red letters, courtesy of Kaminari from your housewarming party. A white undershirt clings onto his muscles, making sure that every physical feature of his is highlighted in your eyes. If you weren’t so upset, you probably would have taken time to admire his ass, but your whole mind is clouded with thoughts of today, this week, and everything that will happen next week.

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This! Is! My! Aesthetic!

Pastel BNHA icons! Free to use, credit isn’t necessary. Just a like or reblog would be appreciated! ♡

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha icons #boku no hero academia icons #pastel icons

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Mirio Togata - Crying - Comfort Imagine

I’m dedicating this little image to @literally-just-mirio-headcanons I hope you enjoy!

It was just a normal day in class, Mirio was trying his best to finish some work while making some of the class laugh at his comments on the equations.

“Wait- what? Tamaki, you got 24? Then how did I get 126?” He looked at his friends work and then glanced back at his own. The class giggled at this, but they were then hushed down by their teacher who didn’t look amused by his loud remark.

Man, maths was so borning, he could never get it right no matter how many times Tamaki or the teacher explained it to him. What a bummer.

He rested his chin on the palm of his hand that was supported by his elbow being on his table. The blond’s eyes drifted from the teacher’s whiteboard to the window next to him. It was such a nice day, he desperately wanted to get out and have fun in the sun, training with his buddies instead of being cooped up in a classroom.

That’s when he saw it. You clutched your hands to your chest, tears streaming down your face, neck and others falling from your cheeks onto the grassy ground. Your violent crying caused tremours in your body and coughing to forcefully leave your mouth. Some girls from class 1-A and 1-B surrounded you with worried looks on their faces and speaking what he assumed were words of encouragement.

Mirio hadn’t seen you a lot today, and when he did, you were surrounded by the same group of girls whispering and talking to you. He never really got a good chance to talk to you, so he just let it be. Did that have something to do with this?

Before he knew it, he was standing up and begging the teacher to let him out of class.

“Togata? What’s with the sudden attitude?” The teacher placed a hand on her hip and pushed up her glasses.

“Sorry Miss, could I- can I be excused to the bathroom?”

“Well, I suppose so. Go ahead.” She waved him off and turned around to once again face the whiteboard and continue writing.

And with that, he was out of class and speed walking through the hallways to get outside to where he saw you from his classroom window. Once he was at the exit of the building, he pushed the door open. Now he was only a few metres away from you. He hesitated for a moment at seeing the girls surrounding you. Perhaps he shouldn’t interrupt them. They looked to have the situation under control.

No. No way. He had to see what was wrong with you. You looked like you needed to smile and the blond decided to make it his mission to wipe away that terrible frown and replace it with a sweet grin.

He pushed the exit doors open wider and began walking to the circle of girls with you in the middle.

“If you keep crying like this, you’ll make yourself sick.” A dark-haired girl who wore her hair in a spiky ponytail pat your back soothingly. You didn’t respond. You probably couldn’t. After all, the state you were in wouldn’t allow you to properly converse.

Mirio called out your name, catching the attention of the girls surrounding them. Small gasps could be heard coming from them. They made a small gateway into the circle for Mirio to push through to come to your aid. He said your name once again.

You lifted your head to meet his eyes that were filled with worry and distress. But yours were so clouded with burning hot tears that made him doubt you could see his defining features.

Instead of cowering away into the group of girls out of embracement like he thought you might’ve done, you let one hand free of clutching your heart and shakily moved it closer to him. You placed your palm on his chest, then scrunched up a bit of the loose fabric, tugging on it. “M-M…” You struggled to say his name.

That was enough of a sign to make Mirio lean down and embrace you without hesitation.

The girls stepped back to give the two of you some space. They glanced at each other in confusion. They all had the same question in mind about your relationship with Mirio. But now wasn’t the right time to ask.

It was heartbreaking to see you like this. All Mirio could do was embrace you and let the torrent of your tears to soak through his shirt. He could feel your uncontrollable breathing and sobbing, not knowing whether to be mad at himself for not knowing the reason behind your sadness or to wish that someone would tell him the cotext. He ran his fingers through your hair, time and time again, in an attempt to calm the silent war within your mind.

He looked up at the girls to try and seek an answer, but they didn’t seem to feel it was right to tell him like this, he could see it in the way they avoided eye contact with him. So he would ask you yourself. Just not right now.

“Come on.” He cooed. “Let’s get out of the open, how about I take you to recovery girl?” You didn’t respond, to which he took as a yes. “Alright, let’s go.” He stood up straight again but still didn’t break the hug you shared with him. “I’ll make you feel better, okay? Don’t worry about whatever’s got you upset.” Your crying seemed to subside a little. Having Mirio hug you just made you feel secure. Plus, his hugs were always on point. “Because I’ll punch it in the face!”

The girl’s jaws dropped in hearing him say that. He didn’t even know what the problem was, yet he was threatening it? You found yourself sniffling instead of violently sobbing. This wowed the girls even more. Mirio said one dumb thing and you were already feeling better? Jeez, that guy must’ve been a magic man.

But that wasn’t it at all. Mirio could just make you happier in a heartbeat. Sure you weren’t back to your normal self, but a least now, you had lightened up a bit. The girls unknowingly made a way for Mirio and you to exit the circle.

You, clinging to his side and hiding your face, while he had his arm wrapped around you with a growing smile on his face. He began spewing nonsense once more as the two of you began moving towards the nurse’s office.

“What just happened?” Itsuka questioned, watching the two of you venture off.

“I think we all just got bested by the top student of U.A high.” Kyoka slumped.

“We definitely did.”

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