#Deku is the number one hero

[clawz-loopz]

Don't wake the beast who slumbers (cat coded)

[sipsteainanxiety]

for so long, midoriya and bakugou had competed with each other over the title of number one hero.

constantly butting heads both inside and outside of class, trying to one-up each other out in the field, fighting together to nitpick at their strengths and weaknesses. they were both so steadfast in their decision to be at the top, nothing seemed like it could sway them.

it had gotten to the point where everyone in their little class at yuuei ruminated on who would be the victor. they were both strong—terrifyingly so—and had potential that reached the very stars. they were leagues ahead of their colleagues as they grew and this was recognized—even celebrated in some cases.

people starting placing bets once they'd all graduated, judging the two based on how well they interacted with people, dealt with villains, supported fellow heroes—everything.

of course, they each had their own separate strengths and weaknesses. where bakugou prevailed with his flashy, explosive quirk, devilish good looks, and minor injuries when dealing with villains, midoriya fell. where midoriya prevailed with his kind smile, heartwarming words towards civilians, and willingness to help even small-time heroes, bakugou fell. they see-sawed—balanced each other out—but they were too thick-headed to realize as they focused on themselves.

they had to work hard as sidekicks to make their way up to the pro-hero status. they busted their asses, put their all into saving people. the race to the top was as invigorating and demanding as ever, but by god they were going to win.

so when it was finally time for the yearly reveal on the top ten pro-heroes of japan, they both waited with bated breaths. who was it going to be?

dynamite? with his 100% win-rate against villains and deadly efficiency?

or deku? with his blinding smile and determination to save everyone?

the answer? it was neither of them.

it was you.

you, with your warm smiles that made your eyes crinkle and put anyone at ease. you with your strength, your powerful quirk, that could save anyone within minutes—seconds, even. you, with a public approval rate that skyrocketed once you were out on the scene. you, who had snuck up behind them and caught them both completely by surprise.

they'd been so wrapped up in competing with each other that they hadn't realized there were other heroes with the same goal—same potential.

midoriya was stupefied and immediately started flipping through his hero journal so he could see if he'd written anything on you. he hadn't—you'd appeared seemingly out of nowhere. he mumbled to himself and started looking you up, pouring over article after article, watching interview after interview.

bakugou was outraged—justifiably so, in his opinion. who was this fucking extra that stole the number one spot from him? he sneered at the picture of you on the official hero ranking website. he made a promise to himself then and there that he would beat you, no matter what it would take.

after so many years of vying against each other, midoriya and bakugou finally had a common goal that didn't involve fighting between themselves. and that was to win against you.

but you wouldn't make it easy for them, that was for sure.

and if they found themselves developing teeny little crushes as they saw you more and more, practically inserting themselves into your life in an attempt to topple you from the number one spot, well... that wasn't anyone's business now, was it?

[willowser]

the idea of ua teacher bakugou honestly makes me so sad, because you have to consider the possibility of him not making it to the end as a hero which !! is heart-breaking !!

but at the same time — there is something really cathartic i think about him growing up and growing out of measuring his worth by being number one, by being the best. and i like to think of him as a grumpy professor !! a bit like aizawa !! or him keeping a close eye on the shy, quiet students, watching out for them and always there to bully them (affectionate) along their path . or for him to be an all might to someone, a young kid that looked up to dynamight in his hay-day, now getting to follow directly under his lead.

[nobody-is-here01]

Shinshou : What does “take out” mean?

Aizawa : Food.

Present mic : Dating.

Vigilante Dabi : Murder.

Vigilante Deku : It can be all three if you're brave enough.

[epickiya722]

If there's gonna be another popularity poll... LET MIDORIYA GET #1! JUST THIS TIME!!

Like, it's the NINTH popularity poll, right?

Wouldn't be awesome if Izuku, the NINTH OFA USER, gets #1 this time?

This is the one time I will probably disappointed in the fandom over a popularity poll because that would be a missed opportunity right there.

[revineee]

always the “greatest hero” never the “number one hero”

[sternutaries]

Top 3 moments of "World Heroes' Mission" I'm still thinking about:

☆Shoto telling Endeavour that Deku is still chasing a villain but everything's under control just to receive a phone call from Deku telling him he's being chased by the police

☆Bakugo turning into a human machine gun (his whole fight there in general)

☆Shoto casually styling his hair with his fire in the middle of a fight while using Deku as a shield

Also I need to know whether Tomura (the whole LoV actually but especially Tomura and Toga) ever found out that Deku was put on the "Wanted"-List for murdering 12 civilians

[mha-platonic-yanderes]

Hey I’m back with my ideas. :)

(I’m the burnt out request) 💪

(English is not my first language so I’m sorry for grammar errors)

First off, I’m so happy you took time to read and write my request!! It was just so *🤌🤌.* perfect.

How are you today?? I hope you’re doing well. it’s finally October!

Anyways-I’m back because my brain is going places fr.

You don’t have to respond to this at all if you don’t want to I’m just here to dump it all. Because why not?

Okay so, Bakugou is in like his late 20’s or whatever idk I never had like a solid age set in my mind. So, mans is probably like the number 2 hero and my guy is successful. point is-he has been thru it.

Enter reader right

The reader is in class 1A and they had just won the UA sports festival and managed to get 1st place. I imagine reader being like a mini-bakugou at times and they make a-lot of jokes as ice breakers. Like it can be out of no where too.

Ofc after the UA festival the students get internships offers and shit and they get an internship from The DYNAMIGHT like wtf so obviously they accept it.

They start to get close (although it’s not easy) slowly they start getting more comfortable with eachother.

(Reader will tell the worst dad jokes sometimes and They can swear that one time bakugou cracked a smile they swear are not delusional-)

who knows maybe Bakugou starts seeing them as a little sibling or someone he cares about. And one day when they are both out for patrol there’s a nomu attack aimed at bakugou. And reader gets really injured from pushing him out of the way when the nomu tried to attack him (totally not trying to protect Bakugou)but it results in reader getting heavily injured and bakugou finding them bleeding.

I crave angst.

What do you think his reaction would be?

Honestly this has been in my head ever since I heard this random song on the radio. Ever since that, girlie got to imaging similar scenarios.

Enjoy reading my mess thank u for coming to my red talk

The 🤌 anon

Oh, he sees himself in you, but a version of himself not so jaded. One who hasn't died and been brought back, one who was able to just help people, which is your goal, deep down. Not like fucking Uravity, who's only in it for the money or goddamn Ingenium, who has familial issues so big he must become them to live up to them.

No, he sees what he thought he could be, who he looked up to. He sees the potential to be a good, virtuous hero. And he knows what happens to kids like that.

Deku, rest his soul, was just like you years ago. Bright eyed and filled with a purpose. Villains latch onto that. He lets villains latch onto himself for it. He can handle it. He will handle it.

But you, you can't.

Your quirk is good, he'll give you that. It's pure firepower. Flashy too, easy to make a brand off of. But it'll draw bad attentions, one your good heart wouldn't be able to handle.

He's spent the past week with you. He knows who you're all about. Funny and a bit angry at the world, but with a drive and a desire to fix it. Trust him, Bakugou knows all about the world needing fixing. He's spent the past decade trying to do it to atone. But you are good. Not deep down or hidden, but truly, wholly good.

And he'll be damned before someone else can taint that. Because all he can think about is you dead on the pavement or your body eroding and leaving nothing behind, like the only other hero better than he was. He sees your potential and he sees himself in you, but he also sees the one person he wasn't able to save and dammit, he won't let what happened to Deku happen to you. Even if Shigaraki and all For One and the rest of the damned league is dead.

You live. and people will take advantage of that.

[truly-glasixx]

Like father, like son

[the-sappho-of-lesbos]

It probably won’t happen. But I’m watching season 5 at the moment and I’m his own way Bakugou is actually really good teaching the other students. And we already know he’s awesome at inspiring them. We also see how much he respects Aizawa, as well as how he has mellowed out a bit and changed how he approaches his goal.

I think it would be really cool if he actually ends up as a teacher at UA.

[thedeathczar]

F'n hilarious. Needed this before the new season premier.

[explosionmurdergodking]

BEEN THINKING ABOUT A HERO NAME, KING DEATH EXPLOSION. FUTURE NUMBER ONE HERO. I SAW THAT STUPID NERD DEKU WRITING ON HIS NOTEBOOK AGAIN WHILE MURMURING, HE SHOULD TAKE A SWAN DIVE OFF A BUILDING

[stangalina]

I like to think that one of the lessons Aizawa taught class A is "always have a knife".

You never know when you'll need a knife so never not be in possession of a knife. As such every member of class A has a knife hidden somewhere in their hero costumes. His gift to them when they graduated were custom engraved knives with their student number on them.

Not on board? Ok. Just imagine how funny it would be tho.

Villain: "Number one hero Deku! I am punch proof! The more you hit me the stronger I get! How will you defeat me now-"

Midoriya: "Knife."

Villain: "Wha-" *gets stabbed*

Midoriya: "Knife."

Hero: "Oh no! We're tied up! However will we escape!"

Tsuyu: "Knife."

Hero: "What?"

Tsuyu, pulling a knife off the bottom of her foot with her tongue: "Knife."

Groupie getting a hug: "Are you using your quirk or are you just happy to see me?"

Kirishima: "It's a knife."

Groupie: "...What?"

Kirishima: "Knife."

Villain, completely insulated in rubber: "You're a one trick pony chargebolt."

Kaminari, reaching down into his boot: "Oh boy are you wrong my dude!"

Hero: "You need to calm down."

Bakugou, reaching down into his V-neck: "Listen here you son of a BITCH-"

Hero: "WHY DO YOU HAVE A KNIFE!?"

Kouda: "Stop scaring the pigeons! They're a domesticated species that we abandoned back into the wild. They're sweet creatures who are pets by nature!"

Douchebag: "Or what?"

Kouda: "..."

Douchebag: "..."

Kouda: "..."

Douchebag: "oh my GOD HE HAS A KNIFE-"

[nohoney]

hbd to the explosion king! takes place in this universe and yes, im deadnaming twitter

dynamight is trending again on social media—this time in celebration for his birthday.

there’s thousands if not millions of birthday wishes being sent his way through all his platforms. comments, posts, tags; any and all forms of interaction in the online world that would overload a normal person’s notifications. deku posts and tags a childhood photo of the both them from his account. uravity also posts the clip from their time in the sports tournament when she was selected to fight him, her caption joking that she still toughed it out against him but was lucky also to fight someone so strong too. continuing on with the throwback theme, red riot posts a photo of when they graduated UA along with a very manly caption in celebration of his birthday.

there’s an overflow of birthday wishes for the explosion hero.

his profile was as quiet as ever. the last post made was of his newborn’s hand clutching his finger that was captioned with a blue heart. that post was uploaded almost nine months ago. that is until his birthday comes along and one interaction from him gets everyone in a tizzy again.

dynamight doesn’t address his birthday, at least not formally.

from his twitter, he retweets a single post from you that tagged him. the post—

“happy birthday to my number one hero @ dynamight!! let’s fuck around and make another baby 🤪”

his reply to the tweet: “yes ma’am.”

[nobody-is-here01]

Vigilante Dabi : Sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail

Vigilante deku : No it’s my fault, I shouldn’t’ve used my one phone call to prank call the police

[moominsuki]

✎ᝰ BAKUGOU KATSUKI ; — 11:36 AM OR when you’re needy and he’s ready to help you. doesn’t mean he won’t have some of his own fun while doing it. (birthday special)

࿄ ! warnings - major nsfw. squirting. f!reader. kind of dubcon but not really. / note. hey… how y’all doing! i have no excuses this time lol. i also can’t promise i will be back! i couldn’t let this brew in my drafts forever, esp. on his birthday. but enjoy :} minors& blank blogs dni.

you: hey kats i miss you :(

you: katsuki? i need you

you sent those texts at around 11:36 am and it’s now almost an hour later, with katsuki being in a very important heroes’ meeting of some sort. now, katsuki never takes time or leave off of work only on the condition he’s practically spilling his guts onto the floor - and even so, he’d come in with his hands wrapped round his lower abdomen if he wasn’t chastised for showing up half dead.

this wasn’t out of the ordinary for you - you know, to text him all needy and sad. don’t get it all wrong, it makes katsuki’s heart clench to have to leave you to your lonesome when he’s busy and you’re not. he knows how you get when you get off your period and mixed when you’re also feeling poorly comes a combination of you feeling melancholic, sweet and also very needy. by the way, did he mention needy yet?

katsuki: what’s up with you? you ok?

his phone vibrates almost as fast as he tried to stuff it in his pocket and he inconspicuously looks down.

you: no… i need you :((

katsuki sighs looking at your texts, excusing himself from the meeting and giving what he’d consider sympathetic eyes to his friends before dialling up your number.

“you okay, princess?” katsuki frowns, “i know you ‘aven’t been feeling well these past few days but ‘m busy-”

“katsukiii,” you all but whine into the phone, mewling and he straightens up immediately at your voice, ears turning a cute shade of pink. oh. he knows this tone. he knows it all too well amongst the linen sheets of his bed.

“i know i shouldn’t be calling while you’re busy but, fuck, i need you, need you so much,” you gasp on the other side of the line, practically swimming in his bed, wearing only your cotton panties and a barely there tank top.

katsuki bites his fist, standing behind the conference room door, groaning quietly. “yeah?”

“mhmmm, i really do,” you simper, “you looked really good this morning an-and you smelt so good and… ‘m just really, really needy right now.”

katsuki should tell you to get a grip, dash some cold water on your face and put your fingers to good use but the way you’re moaning and whining across the phone is making all his blood cells rush from the rational parts of his body down to the irrational parts of his body.

“where r’you right now?”

“in your bed… just like how you left me,” you sigh, a pathetic and wanton lilt to your words. “all alone in this big and cold bed wishing my big, strong man would come home and give me what i deserve.”

your flushed face boyfriend all but snarls, teeth bared over the phone. “yeah? what d’you deserve, then, for interrupting me at work and and then begging me to come home and fuck you? cos that’s what you want, right? for me t’drop everythin’ and come running to you?”

“yup,” you hum, popping the ‘p’ and some rustling can be heard in the background. “well, ‘s your choice, really. i just… really need you, baby.”

you can hear katsuki’s deep breathing over the phone and you’re so certain you can hear the cogs in his skull turning, clicking as he mulls over this decision. he clears his throat, lamenting with a big sigh as if this is all one big inconvenience for him.

just at that moment, deku comes through the door.

“everything okay, kacch- dynamight? if you’re busy we can discuss this with you another time.”

“…‘m gonna have to head home for a little while… something’s come up. don’ wait up. i’ll be back as quick as i can.”

katsuki wants to bite you when he can make out the smile over your exhale through the receiver but you’re quick to hang up as deku reassures his friend in his naïveté, unknowing to the true purpose of his mid day return home.

when katsuki returns within 10 minutes since your call (usually it’s a 16 minute drive from the agency to home - pedal to the metal), you’re already on the couch, and your tank top does nothing to hide the hardness of your nipples and katsuki can see the shape of your cunt lips through your barely there panties.

no words are passed as you smile sweetly at your boyfriend, who kicks off his shoes and whose hands already at his belt as he stalks over to your seated body.

“how d’ya want it, huh?” you’re already moving back across the couch, legs spread.

“just fuck me please,” you whimper, “wan’ you to stretch me out with your cock.” you paw at his hips, at the waistline of his trousers that situate themselves in front of your face.

“you don’ want me to stretch you out first?” he muses, dropping down to his knees in front of your scantily clad pussy, thick fingers pressing on your covered clit and you hum, shaking your head.

“i can take it right now,” you gasp, and two fingers slip into your pants despite your protests at how you “don’t need to be prepped,” and that you “can take him right now.” alas, you shut up effective immediately when his fingers skim through your panties and straight to rubbing your hardened nub and you can’t find it in yourself to get annoyed when two digits slip inside you, curling up only for a mere second and jolting your body along with it.

katsuki pulls his dampened fingers out, effectively taking off your panties with him. “your decision. don’t get pissy with me later when it’s sore, because ‘m not gonna have it.”

you shake your head defiantly, utterances of “i won’t” and “just please fuck me,” meshing into a slurry of words.

he grabs your face to look at you. “you promise?”

you nod and he frowns, smushing your cheeks slightly. “you better speak up and fast, because i ain’t got all day, princess.”

“i promish! i promishh.” the words come out muffled against the grip of his hand. your boyfriend takes the answer anyhow, because he gets up from off his knees to impatiently throw off his blazer, then down his trousers and pants in one swoop.

there’s a smug look on your face and katsuki can tell you’re trying to hide a triumphant smile. he wants to wipe it off your face so badly.

“face down, ass up, pretty lady.”

you throw yourself around without a second to spare and katsuki stuffs a pillow under your hips, slapping your ass in the process. at any other time, you would’ve scolded him for leaving a print. instead you moan and arch your back, clenching cunt on display for his hungry eyes.

“fucking minx,” katsuki grumbles, settling behind you and letting the weight of his mostly hard cock tap against your pussy, delving between your puffy lips and rubbing against your hardened clit.

you try to be good, try not to say anything that might make him want to punish you but you’re growing restless at what feels like hours of torture (hours being mere seconds that is) and you sniffle out a weak “katsuki, please…”

his heart clenches at your tone and even when he’s trying to tease you, he can’t help but feed out the palm of your hand. he also can’t help that his dick pulsates in his grip at the pathetic tone of your voice.

“don’t rush me or i’ll leave you like this,” he grumbles, and you both know he wouldn’t dare, and you’re about to protest, turn your head to spit defiantly at him but it’s much too late for that. he sinks in, weighty and thick and it knocks the breath out of you. you practically face plant into the armrest of the couch and your teeth bites into the cashmere fabric.

there’s something about not being prepped before that makes this so much more intimate and sexy for the both of you, but the impending realisation that you will be sore tomorrow dawns on you as you feel the heft of his balls press on you. he’s right to the hilt and you’re full to the brim, gasping.

neither of you can get a word out edgeways or sideways - katsuki leans down to wrap a thick arm around your neck and though he can barely see your face, he can feel the salty tears dribbling down his forearm and he can most definitely hear the wordless cries coming from out your agape mouth.

“this is what you wanted,” he hisses, nose in your hair, his wide body trapping you to the couch, “don’t you fuckin’ complain later- fuckin’, shittt,” he groans, pulling back out slightly and getting sucked in by your silken walls. the living room has gotten 100 degrees hotter and he wants to blame you so badly, but you moan out his name wantonly, one hand around his own that’s slightly bruising against your neck and he’s putty.

“hurts so good,” you finally get out, toes curling when the tip of his cock hits against that honeyed spot. “jus’- jus’ like that,” you slur, legs shaking and thrashing when you feel katsuki’s hand slip between your bodies.

all he can focus on is how fast you got sloppy for him, the conjoining of your bodies, if only fleeting, is getting to him, if the clench of his balls has anything to say about it. his hand finds your throbbing pearl and a straying pointer fingers rubs on it firmly in broad, confident circles, and you choke, eyes crossing.

your body stiffens and you’re not even sure you’re speaking a coherent language at this point, but you garble out something along the lines of “i love you,” and “i can’t take it,” and a contradicting “like that, katsuki.”

behind you, he’s thrusting even harder and rubbing faster at your clit, pressing down with ferocity and you’re not even sure what you’re begging for anymore, the tension in your bladder rising. even in the midst of a second, impending orgasm do you turn and try to kiss him, which he gladly accepts, tongue delving into your mouth and he inevitably hunches, grunting and huffing, red faced and shooting ropes of thick cum inside of you.

that’s when your second one hits, and it’s even heavier than the last, sprays of liquid hitting your boyfriend’s lower abdomen and you squeal, hips gyrating and katsuki doesn’t slow until you’re basically limp, collapsed against the softness of his sofa.

he kisses your head, pulling out and you gasp at the exit. no words are shared as he brandishes a damp cloth from somewhere - he must’ve gotten up in your daze, you didn’t even know he had left from behind you at all, and it makes you sigh, cheeks resting against the armrest.

katsuki cleans you up in typical, sweetheart fashion, passing you a blanket and your clothes like he always does after a romp, and it’s only when he makes you sit up so you can eat a banana and drink a glass of cold, fresh water do you say something.

“so i take that you’re not going back into work?”

katsuki’s eyebrows shoot up into his hairline, and he looks away from you, pouting. you think he’s not going to say anything till he scoffs a short moment later, “…’s not like i had much to do today anyway… i’ll catch up with those idiots later.”

you don’t bite back your smile this time and he pulls you into his chest. “you better wipe that shit eating grin off ya face.”

“or what? you threatening me with a good time?” you giggle, wiggling your brows and he opens his mouth to bark back until you move your hips slightly and hiss.

“what was that?” he questions and you ignore him. he groans, swiping a hand across his face,“…y/n, i-”

“‘m not complaining!… but i would be lying if i said it’s not a little sore- hey!”

katsuki wraps you up in his arms, blanket strewn.

“what are you-”

“since ‘m taking the rest of the day off, might as well go clean up and have a bath… remind me to never listen to you again.”

“hey! it’s not my fault you’re such a brute,” you laugh as he kisses your face, walking up the stairs.

“not so hard!” you hiss in pain, “‘m sore!”

yeah. remind katsuki to never listen to you when you’re horny.

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