#bmha x reader

[kurocamille]

❝maybe frat boys aren’t so bad (aka cars are meant for driving!)❞

Frat!Bakugou Katsuki x reader (except he’s not stereotypical and mean) mdni

part 2

4.1k+ words

you attend your first frat party and run into a familiar flirty face. he offers to drive you home from the party, the empty parking lot outside your dorm building definitely seems like the perfect place to get down and dirty…

warnings

part 1 of 2 (2 will have full smut..) 1 oc who’ll come into play later…., car sex, fingering, handjobs, heavy makeout, hickeys/neck kisses, dry humping/grinding kinda, female/afab reader, no pronouns used, inexperienced reader, “baby” as a pet name

It was your first time going to a college party, miraculously enough. This year, you had met a group of girls who had quickly invited you into their friend group. Somehow, despite you refusing over ten times, they had managed to drag you to a frat party.

After getting yourself a cup of mysterious red punch, you stand in the crowd of people. Bodies brush against you—intentionally or unintentionally, you don’t know. You’ve seen a few of your friends since arriving, but it seems like most of them are off doing God knows what with some drunken frat boy.

You can feel the beat of the music in your chest, as if it’s pumping your heart for you. The strobe lights flash around you. Sipping away at your drink, you go wandering in search of someone you know.

When you exit the common room, you float down a hallway with fewer people. Despite fewer people being there, the hallway is stuffy, and you can barely walk through without knocking shoulders with someone.

You aren’t watching where you’re going, and suddenly you trip on the bunched up carpet beneath your feet. The half-full soda cup goes flying, and so do you. It spills on the front of your shirt and down the back of a nearby couple who, until now, had been in the middle of making out,

“Ugh!” the girl shrieks, and you look up to see her glaring at you. She comes out from under the guy caging her, and you realize it’s the girl Mika from one of your classes. As always, her hair is perfectly coiffed, and she’s wearing a dress that barely covers her ass.

The girl shakes her hands of the sticky liquid that spilled on her, but seeing as she had previously been caged under that other guy, she had barely gotten wet. Meanwhile, the guy stands in a sopping wet shirt. You also recognize him; Bakugou Katsuki. He’s in another one of your classes, one of which you had been paired up for a partner project. Unlike Mika, he doesn’t look like he’s trying too hard. A white short-sleeved band t-shirt complements his black jeans, something you wouldn’t have expected a frat boy like him to wear.

Despite being in the same fraternity/sorority group, Mika and Bakugou could not be more different, and you can’t help but wonder how they ended up together. While Mika is extremely stereotypical and, if you might say, annoying, rude, and a bitch, Bakugou is really nice. That one project had taught you that not every frat boy is a shameless womanizer and prick. Although he’s a definite flirt, he’s always been respectful and acknowledged you as an equal—opposite of what Mika had done to your friends, and now you.

“I’m so sorry,” you say hastily.

“Don’t min-” Bakugou starts, but he’s cut off by Mika.

“You better be sorry!” she all but screeches at you. “This is a brand new set of nails. They’re completely ruined. You better repay me for this. It cost 10,000 yen, you know that? Can you even fucking afford that”

“Look, I’m sorry I did that, but I don’t know if I can repay tha-” you start. The look she gives you is incredulous as she snarls before interrupting you.

“I actually can’t believe you. You must be a dumb slut dying for Bakugou’s attention. Imagine sabotaging me just because he chose to be with me! And you’re so poor you can’t even afford to fix your mess… Ridiculous,” she huffs, pressing a pointy finger into your chest and probably expecting you to bow down and beg for forgiveness.

You try to apologize, but Bakugou steps in before you can say anything.

“Mika, who cares,” he sighs. He looks at you with a silent ‘I can’t deal with this face.’

The silence that follows feels like an eternity, but it really only elapses the half second before her hand makes contact with Bakugou’s face.

The sound from the slap resounds in the small hallway. You stare wide-eyed at the growing red spot with matching nail marks on Bakugou’s face.

“You should fucking care. We’ve been together for, like, a month already, and you still won’t stand up for me?! I’m done, don’t call me,” she seethes before pointing at you. “And you, you better hope we never see each other again.”

After that, Mika storms off in a fit of rage and disappears into the crowd.

“Dating on and off for a month, and she pulls that. Psychotic bitch,” he mutters before turning to you. “Hey, Sorry, I didn’t know you were coming, you should’ve told me.”

“I’m so sorry, for all of that. I’ll just get going and pretend I never saw that.” You turn on your heel to dash out, but a hand grips your shoulder and turns you around.

“No need to apologize, she gets crazy when she’s drunk, and I was planning on breaking up with her,” he shrugs. “Anyway, I’m just gonna head upstairs and shower this stuff off. You can come up too, if you want, Y/N.”

You raise a brow at his suggestion. “You want me to come shower with you?”

A look of confusion and surprise crosses his sharp features before a smirk breaks out. “There are multiple bathrooms up there, but you know, if they’re all taken, you can always join me.” He sends you the stupidest wink that still sends your stomach into frenzy.

“You bounce back too quickly,” you groan. “Whatever, I’m coming up, but not with you.”

Bakugou reverts to his uncaring self and has you follow him. You follow Bakugou, slowly making your way up the rickety house stairs. When you make it around the corner, Bakugou points you in the direction of an ensuite washroom, and disappears into the room across from you. “Just take a folded towel, and I’ll deal with it. If you need anything, just come and get me.”

In the quiet of the bedroom, you lock the door and undress. You make your way into the connected bathroom and strip down in the low light. The shower has terrible pressure and doesn’t heat up, but it does the job of cleansing the sticky punch off your skin.

You finish your shower within five minutes and step out to grab a towel. It’s surprisingly clean, but the pile of your clothes on the counter are still dripping with liquid. That means you’ll either have to walk around in a towel for the rest of the night or muster up the courage to ask Bakugou for some clothes.

You opt for the second option, seeing as you won’t have to walk through a drunken frat house in a towel that barely covers your “good bits.” So, you head back to the door where Bakugou was, rolling your clothes into a ball and tucking them under your arm. When you get there, the door is still closed, as you expected, but there is no sound of running water coming from the room.

“Bakugou, sorry, I need some extra clothes,” you say after knocking on the door.

As if it isn’t embarrassing enough, Bakugou takes his sweet time getting to the door. When it finally opens, he stares at you, his eyes unashamedly trailing up and down your body. He, similarly to you, looks to have just gotten out of the shower. Water droplets fall from his hair and fall down his hardened chest, which he doesn’t bother to clothe. The only thing keeping his from being stark naked in front of you is the towel sitting low on his hips, low enough that you can see his v-line drifting below.

“Clothes?” he asks after an awkward pause, and you flush.

“Yeah, anything will do, I just need it to get home in them,” you reply.

“Alright, come in.” He beckons you with his hand to follow him.

The first thing you notice when you enter is that his room is far different from the other one. While the first bedroom, whose you can only assume is his frat brother’s, is standard for a male college student—clothes strewn everywhere, an only half-made bed, and suspicious posters. Bakugou’s room is the opposite, the bed made, shelves tidy, and everything in order.

Bakugou coughs and breaks you out of the spell you’re under. He’s holding out a crumpled plastic bag, with some grocery store logo on it. “Here, for your wet clothes.”

You quickly snatch the bag and stuff your clothes into it. As you struggle to fit them inside, the towel hugging your body slips from its hold and drops below your nipples. From your peripheral vision, Bakugou freezes ever so slightly, and you hear an awfully loud swallow.

As soon as you notice him, however, he averts his eyes and pretends he had been looking for clothes the whole time. The outfit he chooses for you isn’t half bad, a hoodie and drawstring sweatpants, but they look so big they could drown you.

You take the two garments from him, accidentally brushing fingers in the process. He pulls away from you and heads back towards his ensuite bathroom. “Don’t worry, I’ll be in here. I won’t peek. You can get changed in the bedroom.”

With that, he closes the door and cements a divide between the two of you. Quickly, you change into the clothes he gave you, having to roll up the cuffs on them multiple times. You look like a blob of fabric, but it’ll have to do. Hopefully Bakugou won’t notice that you’re not wearing your bra and panties.

Knocking on the bathroom door, you meet face to face with Bakugou one last time. He’s fully clothed now and gives you a smile.

“Looks like it fits,” he says sarcastically.

“For sure,” you joke, flattening out the garments awkwardly. “I’m planning on heading out now, by the way. I think I’ll just catch an Uber, I’m pretty sober now, and my friends will probably be here for a while longer.”

“Don’t take an Uber,” he replies suddenly.

Rubbing the back of his neck, he corrects himself. “I mean, it’s not safe to take one right now. Let me drive you, I didn't drink tonight.”

“No way!” you retort. “I couldn’t bother you with that. I’ll be fine, anyway.”

However, Bakugou, being his stubborn self, does not relent until you agree to let him drive you all the way back to your dorms, only a stupid 30 minutes away.

Normally, you wouldn’t risk going with someone in his frat, but you have enough trust in Bakugou to keep civil. So, after a moment of contemplation, you accept his offer and follow him to the adjacent parking lot. Multiple people stare as you walk past them, but you pay them no mind, seeing as you’re practically unrecognizable in your new outfit.

“Yo, Bakubro, good for you!” a redhead yells from the doorway as you leave, whooping in a supportive, you suppose, manner.

“Ah, shut up, don’t spread any rumours, Shittyhair.” Bakugou groans, but you don’t miss the way his ears turn pink.

You’ll have to forget about that, though, because the lights of a black Jeep Wrangler flash on, and Bakugou escorts you to the passenger seat.

“I didn’t know you were this much of a gentleman, Bakugou,” you giggle in an embarrassingly girly way.

“I’m always a gentleman.” He winks and walks around to his side of the vehicle, leaving you feeling hot in the face.

He swings into the passenger seat, and puts the car in motion. You can’t help but notice the way his arms grip the steering wheel, the veins from his strong hands trailing up his forearms in a way that makes you unconsciously bite your lip.

“Put the address into the GPS,” Bakugou interrupts, and you notice his eyes force themselves away from your lips.

You deny whatever you just saw and punch your address into the screen. The machine takes only a second to bring up the route home, which, at this late hour, will actually only take 15 minutes.

After pulling out of the lot, Bakugou heads down the street following the indicated yellow line. He drives smoothly and professionally, as you expected he would. He maneuvers the car with expertise, and you can’t help but think he’s showing off when he steers with an open palm and an arm on the back of your seat.

For most of the ride, you guys are silent. Other than the faint whirring of the air conditioner, the only sounds to be heard are made by you and Bakugou. His by his slow, peaceful breathing, and yours by the beating of your heart—something which betrays you by getting louder and faster with every minute.

Luckily for you, the drive is soon over and Bakugou’s car is parked right outside of your dorm building. For the most part, the lot is empty, and the lights from the windows are off. It makes sense, most people in your extremely small building are out partying at 9 o’clock on a Friday, and the homebodies you’d normally associate with are already in bed.

Your specific block seems to be completely dark, seeing as you left your friends behind at that party… Whoops. It’s no matter, however, you’ll just be the first one in your complex to get back.

You unclick the belt from your waist, moving up on the seat to grab your things off the floor.

“This is you, right?” Bakugou questions.

“Yep! Thank you so much for driving me. I’ll text you later so you can have your clothes back.” You smile at him and go to open the door, but he lightly pulls you back.

“Wait. Y/N, you can keep them, actually. ” He chuckles, but it has an awkward tone to it. “You look better in them than I do”

Wait, what?

You always thought Bakugou was just flirty by nature, which to some extent he is, but you could see it now. Whatever you two had going on was certainly out of the ordinary. From what you could tell, Bakugou wasn’t half as teasing towards Mika as he was to you.

Ever since that one project, he had always made it a priority to sit next to you in class. You had assumed he was there for your notes, not that you minded, but could it actually have been for another reason altogether?

“Well, I would bet you look pretty good in these too, not that you don’t always look good,” you giggle, testing out the waters.

Bakugou’s eyes widen in surprise and soften under the pale light of his car. You stare at him fondly, accidentally letting your eyes flicker to his lips.

“Y/N, I-“ he starts but can’t seem to find the right words.

“I know you just broke up—literally tonight, but, Bakugou, gosh, I really want to kiss you right now,” you speak for him.

Maybe that punch was more potent than you thought. Good thing Bakugou drove you all the way here…

Instead of replying, Bakugou places a tender hand on your cheek and pulls you in. Soft lips meet your own, and you smile. You move to his lap where the seat has suddenly been rolled back.

Ah, it’s his frat boy car seat trick.

Your kisses continue slowly, and you can tell Bakugou wants to deepen the kiss when his tongue brushes against your lips. Upon first contact, you freeze in place. Before this you’d only ever been with one guy, one that you hadn’t even gone far with. In the moment now, you can only hope and pray that he won’t notice your inexperience.

However, you completely forget whatever worry you had when Bakugou starts to go into your mouth. His large hands pull you flush against his body, grabbing at the flesh right above your ass.

When you finally pull back, Bakugou’s eyes are blown wide, and he looks lost to lust. The lips that had previously been on yours now have a cute pout, having puffed up from your kisses.

Bakugou’s lips move down and pepper chaste kisses along your jawline. Even with his light and seemingly innocent pecks, you’re still softly moaning under his hold.

Bakugou switches focus to your neck, licking and sucking a hickey into your skin. After nipping at you for a while, Bakugou lifts off of you, and you can tell with his smirk that he left a massive bruise blooming on your skin.

“Bakugou, let me touch you,” you whisper as he moves to kiss the other side of your neck.

“Call me Katsuki… Please. “ He groans when you slightly grind against his groin.

You shift down on your hips and look down to see a thick boner growing in his pants. Curiously, you press it softly with your fingers and give it a light squeeze.

Katsuki looks down at you, his face quickly turning red. Silently, you reach into his pants, looking at his gorgeous ruby eyes for any sign of contestment. Katsuki stays quiet but gives you a small nod in approval.

Finally, you get to the moment you’ve been waiting for. You press your fingers under the waistband of his boxers, sliding your hand across the top of his cock. Then, with one movement, you free him from his confines, and his dick stands proudly in front of you.

Any expectations or preconceived notions about what Katsuki was packing were shattered. Painfully hard and dripping tiny amounts of precum, his cock is a beauty. The dark pink tip invites you in, begging you to give it one moment of reprieve.

When you nervously stroke the shaft, Katsuki’s reaction is instantaneous, his hips lurching up against yours.

“Fuck, keep going,” he hisses, his breath already laboured.

With more confidence you wrap your fingers around him and give his cock a few quick pumps. Your sudden change in tempo makes Bakugou’s cock twitch in your hold and release a bead of white precum. You remove your hand, and Katsuki’s eyes meet yours with a pleading look.

Carefully, you push your thumb against the slit of his dick and lubricate him with his own pre-cum. As you swirl the substance around the head, Katsuki buries his face in your shoulder.

“Oh my God, I’m about to cum,” he gasps. “Fuck, it’s like I’m a virgin again.”

Bakugou’s chest heaves as you work him to his high. With every light touch or squeeze of his dick you make, it twitches and throbs in reply. You decide to help him finish, doing the same fast strokes that make him groan lewdly in your ear.

Then, all of a sudden, Bakugou reaches out and stops your hand in the middle of its movements. You eye him, confused. “You into edging or something?”

“Not quite, I wanna get you off, too.” He surprisingly lets out a hearty laugh.

“Sit up, baby,.” You follow his instructions and he picks you up with ease.

Katsuki flips you over so you’re no longer sitting on top of him, rather lying caged underneath him. His body is so close to yours that you can’t look down to see what’s happening when you feel his hands moving against your clothed pussy.

“May I?” he asks, tugging at the edge of your panties.

“Still such a gentleman,” you giggle embarrassingly.

“Breaking the frat boy stereotypes as we go, I suppose.” He laughs with you, before turning his attention back to your body.

His adept fingers pull your soaked panties to the side, revealing your equally glistening cunt. Katsuki nimbly dips his fingers in your wetness with a soft hum.

“So wet, baby,” he grins, and you blush in embarrassment.

Bakugou skillfully captures your attention by pressing the pad of his thumb against your aching sex, as if to test the waters. When he hears your soft moan in response, he takes it as an invitation to keep going.

Slowly, Katsuki’s thumb plays with your throbbing clit, brushing it in teasing circles. A whine escapes your mouth, and he chuckles upon hearing it, knowing how needy you feel. “You want my fingers inside of you?”

You gasp out a ‘yes,’ and his fingers are immediately prodding at your entrance. Then, you feel the stretch your hole makes to accommodate his intruding finger. Although you’re not used to such a feeling, you easily adapt to the length of his digit, which pleasantly curls into your depths.

Bakugou starts fingering in and out of you, and the pleasure increases. Previously soft moans and whines turn into cries against his shoulder. Despite your embarrassment of being oversensitive, the flush on Bakugou’s face proves he’s just as affected, without you even touching him.

As Katsuki continues to slip inside your wetness, you feel the pressure building in your stomach, much differently than it ever has before. One more finger squeezes into your tight cunt and presses against your pleasure spot. You cry out, and his hands continue to brush against that sensitive place.

“Fuck, that feels good, please don’t stop,” you babble mindlessly, barely even registering Bakugou’s reply of, “Course not. Wouldn’t dream of it.’

To your blissed out surprise, the pleasure gets stronger. The sensation on your clit returns, and your body uncontrollably arches into Bakugou’s above you. With every calculated movement against your bundle of nerves, you’re worked closer to orgasm.

Then, all of a sudden, the angle of the thrusting fingers changes. Bakugou changes his position to be closer to you, somehow managing to reach further than before. With every new touch to your g-spot and clit, you feel yourself being pushed to your high.

In turn, you grasp a hold of Katsuki’s twitching cock. His hiss in reply shows you just how sensitive he is from before. Your hand moves up and down, matching the quick strokes of his fingers. Just as quickly as he had gotten you to the peak of your orgasm, his body convulses, signaling his is soon to come, as well.

Your moans crescendo and bounce off the walls of the car, and Bakugou can't help but be spurred on by them. The speed of his hand gets faster, still very much calculated in its movements, your hole fluttering around his digits.

After swiping your thumb across his leaking tip, Bakugou’s body seems even more sensitive, if it’s even possible. His cock violently throbs in your hand, begging to spill its seed. You oblige its wishes and continue your pumps up and down his hard length.

You can feel yourself almost cumming, on the brink of losing your mind. Similarly, Katsuki’s body, his higher-pitched moans, twitching shaft, and milky tip, tell you he’s extremely close.

Then, taking you by surprise, Bakugou cuts off your moans with a hot kiss. Immediately after you make contact, his tongue sweeps against yours in a passionate dance.

“I’m gonna cum!” Your voice gets muffled by the tongue pressing against your own.

The addition his mouth was to your pleasure plunges you right into orgasm. Your body convulses, pussy tightening uncontrollably, and you wail into his mouth. Anything you had ever expected of sex is automatically blown to bits when this atomic force hits you.

You feel your eyesight black out, as if you’ve been hit by a truck. You subconsciously grip harder around Katsuki’s dick, causing his orgasm to come shooting out of him. Long strings of his pearly cum cover the palm of your hand, his cock still moving to let out the last bits of his seed.

The bliss that follows is calming. Bakugou finally pulls out of you, his face coming off of yours to reveal his dazed eyes and flushed cheeks.

You doubt you look appealing, but Bakugou looks at you sweetly and more kindly than you can assume he does with anyone else.

“You did so well, baby,” he whispers to you after leaning down to your level.

You give him a quick peck on the cheek and slowly untangle your limbs from his. Bakugou helps you up and grabs your (borrowed) clothes that had previously been strewn across the other seats.

After dressing yourself and saying a quick goodbye to Bakugou, you slip out of his car and head back into your dorms.

You smile to yourself as you lay in bed alone. On your bedside table you notice you’ve received a new notification, a message from an unknown number. What you see makes you smile and blush.

‘That was such a great night, let’s do it again sometime. - Bakugou’

a/n: hi guys. i’m back for the holidays and i hope to put out part two soon (let’s be honest, i never write things on time). i tried writing something more plot heavy… hope you enjoyed🫶 also, sorry for the edging joke. i think i’m funny.

[xemdead]

Touya would never cry around you at first. He needs to constantly hold up his “carefree- bad boy” persona. Then one day he. just. breaks.

We all know this boy is an absolute cry baby. He’s so emotional that he doesn’t know what to do with all of it. He breaks down into tears in-front of you. Sobbing his heart out. Afterwards he’s so embarrassed and low-key ashamed of himself. He makes you swear to never tell a soul. However, after this first breakdown you note that he’s a lot more open, emotionally, like a wall has finally come down between you

[maehara-san]

𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣―

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Gn!Reader

Backstory: You were expecting to enjoy a summer trip with your s/o. Going out together and exploring, having a nice time. Unfortunately your dream ended quickly when reality decided to hit you.

A/N: This is based on a request by a lovely follower (@internphantom) , hope you like it! If you enjoyed this writing piece please consider donating, thank you! <3

𝑳𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 ━ | 𝒎.𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 | 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 |

"Hey can we check out this store before we leave?" You asked smiling as you looked up at your significant other.

"Um..." they looked at their wrist watch, "We have a few minutes to spare sure."

"I won't be in too long."

They nodded, "That's fine. I'll wait for you here."

"Oh..." you pulled away. "You don't want to come in with me?"

"I'm kinda tired," they slightly smiled and held the side of your face. "But you should go... like I said I will be waiting here for you outside."

Pouting you nodded, "Okay."

Noticing your sad eyes they pulled you into their arms, hugging you tightly.

"We still have our next stop, remember?" They said kissing the top of your head. "I want to save my energy until then."

With their reassuring words, your smile returned as you hugged them back. "Alright, I can't wait then."

"Me too."

Pulling away you bid your significant other goodbye and walked into the store. There weren't many things you still needed to get, but seeing the (favorite color) outfit on the mannequin intrigued you.

Thinking about your next stop made you felt all giddy on the inside. It had been such a long time since you two went on a trip together, you were excited to spend some quality time and enjoy your marriage.

For once you thought that things were turning around in your favor. And of course you weren't going to let this opportunity slide by to spoil them and let them know how much you missed them.

"(name)?"

Looking over your shoulder you saw your long time friend, a smile forming on your lips.

"Izuku, hey!" You exclaimed walking over to him. "I did not expect to see you here."

"I came here looking for a present since Ayane's birthday is coming up." He explained pulling you into a hug, smiling as he felt your warm embrace. "I didn't quite know where to go so I decided to come to the mall."

Slightly pulling away you said, "I forgot that her birthday is next week... I'm sure whatever you decide to give her she'll love it."

"You think so?..." Izuku chuckled lightly, "I've been trying my best to make her happy. I really want to make this work between us."

"Has she been distant?..."

He sadly nodded, "When I get home from work she's already asleep and when I have time off she gets busy or makes plans before I'm even able to."

It made your heart ache for him. Izuku was always such a sweetheart and cared about those around him, especially his family and friends. He never failed to be there for them or even when strangers asked for his help. Seeing him suffer like this was so unfair.

"I'm sorry to hear about that... I know you really care about her." You said holding both his hands in each one of your own. "I'm sure she will come around when she sees how hard you are trying to fix your marriage. Ayane would be insane to let go of someone like you so easily."

Izuku slightly blushed hearing your words. "I don't know sometimes I feel like she's better off without me―"

You shook your head, "Don't say that. Ayane is lucky to have someone like you. You're a kind hearted, respectable, funny, selfless, person. I know she's your life but she really knocked it out of the park with you."

He smiled looking at you, feeling thankful that he has someone like you around to bring him out of his fearful thoughts. Sometimes he wishes things would have turned out differently.

"Thank you, (name). You always know just what to say."

"I try my best because you're the type of person who deserves the whole world."

Izuku smiled with his eyes closed as he gently squeezed your hands. "I miss having you around like old times, (name)."

Your eyes become glossy knowing you feel the same way, "Me too."

Maybe if you hadn't moved in junior high, things wouldn't have played out this way. If you had convinced your parents to let you stay and finish your third year― but you couldn't keep going on with what if's not anymore. Life turned out the way it did and all you can do now is support him.

"I can help you find a gift if you'd like?' yo suggested.

"Really? I'd appreciate it!" He widely smiled, "You're not busy?"

"Well I came in here to look at something while (s/o name) is resting outside on the bench." You pointed at the entrance door. "I'm sure he won't mind me being here a while longer."

"Let me know when you need to leave I don't want to keep you from going somewhere you need to."

"No worries, did you have any idea on what you'd might want to get her?"

"Actually..."

Turns out shopping with him was a lot of fun, it felt weird not doing it with your partner. But it was different with him. Izuku paid attention to detail and was vocal about what he thought. He was a gentleman even when you had picked things off the rack, he offered to carry them for you.

It was kinda eye opening how different he was compared to (s/o name). Jealousy started to build in your chest, Ayane was lucky to have a boyfriend like Izuku. If this was how he was with you, as a friend, you can't imagine how lovely he mustbe with her.

Approaching the checkout counter, he placed all items down.

"Did you find everything you needed?" A women asked.

"Yes, thank you." You responded and turned to look at Izuku, "You can pay for Ayane's present first. I can pay for my things second."

"No, I'll pay for your things too." He said taking out his wallet and reaching for his credit card.

Shaking your head you held his hands, stopping him from giving his card.

"No way!" You said, "I have enough money to pay for my things Izuku―"

"I insist." he softly smiled looking at you in the eyes. "It's the least I can do for you helping me to find her a gift."

"Izuku." You whined, "You can't pay for my things it'll be too expensive in total!"

Chuckling he placed his hand on top of yours. "I don't mind."

Knowing he wasn't going to give up, you sighed letting him do it while he gave you a sheepish smile in return. The women behind the counter couldn't help and chuckle at your interaction.

"My, you two are such an adorable couple." She took his card and waited for him to put in his details. "Young love."

He smiled looking down at the machine in front of him. "Thanks I try my best to make them happy, that's all I ever want to do."

Your eyes slightly widened at his response making you turn red.

"I can tell you make her happy. I saw the way you held their stuff while they looked around. Not many couples do that for each other nowadays."

The women handed you the bags and mumbled a thank you to her.

"Thank you for coming!" She waved at you both goodbye, Izuku and you waved back as you headed to the entrance door.

You were too flushed to even say anything. His comment was something you never expected, you'd think he would have denied it by saying you were only friends.

"L―Let me pay you back―"

Izuku stopped you this time from taking out your wallet.

"Can you please let me have this one?" he begged. "I wanted to do it for you. I don't want you to return or pay me back with anything."

"I swear sometimes you are too kind for this world Izuku."

"I mean I don't think so." He chuckled rubbing the back of his head, "But that's thoughtful of you."

"See you just proved it again." You said opening the door and letting him go out first.

Izuku shook his head finding it funny how stubborn you were as well. He was about to ask you something when he bumped into your back, he stepped aside and looked at you.

"(name)? Is everything alright?..."

He followed your gaze and saw your partner standing there kissing, someone else.

Your hand gripped the newly shopping bag tightly, not blinking once. Tears started to brim in your eyes as you tried to understand what was happening in front of you.

Izuku immediately covered your eyes with his hand but it was already too late. The damage had been done nothing he could do to shield away the pain in your chest.

You looked down at the ground, tears falling to the floor. The shiny tile mirrored your ache, you tried your best to control them but the sobs were becoming harder to keep down.

He lowered his head and softly spoke "(name) do you want me to take you somewhere else?..."

"N―No..." your voice broke, "I can't... walk away and pretend like nothing is wrong."

It was sickening how they both stood there kissing each other not caring about them being caught.

Firmly you walked towards them removing his hand from your eyes. Izuku stood behind you, making sure he stayed close to you.

You parted your lips to speak, but no sound was coming from them. It was difficult to even gather a word, like your voice had been taken away.

Izuku of course noticed and slid his hand into yours trying to comfort you to let you know he was there if you needed anything.

"(s/o name)." You spoke trying to speak firmly without your voice breaking.

(s/o name) and the women turned around, it was much of a bigger surprise than you had anticipated.

"I―Izuku..." the women spoke.

"It all makes sense now..." he said furrowing his eyebrows as he looked looking straight into her eyes. "You always made sure to make plans and arrive late when I was already asleep so I wouldn't notice the time you came back home."

Your eyes flashed with anger, feeling upset at yourself for not noticing is sudden change in character and the trips he had to take. It was plainly obvious for anyone to see except you.

"To think that I tried hard to match my schedule with yours to fix things." Your lip was quivering, "Damn it... I was so set on doing anything for you."

"I'm sorry you found out this way, (name)." They said looking away from your gaze.

"But you're not sorry for cheating are you?" You questioned then looked at Ayane, "And neither are you huh? You did not care about having an affair or thought about how this would affect your spouses! All you cared about was your damn selfish desires."

Ayane scoffed. "Don't pretend you are innocent when I have seen the way you looked at him each time you two were together. You are the same as us, so don't point fingers and turn into hypocrites because it doesn't suit you."

"You're wrong." You roughly wiped away the tears. "I never once thought about cheating I knew if things went south I would be upfront and tell the truth. I could never in a million years think about breaking a person's trust."

"Can you please... drop it?" Your partner said, "I know it wasn't ideal but you are making a scene here."

"You're right."

The sound of your hand connecting with their cheek echoed in the busy mall. (s/o name) held his cheek in shock not believing what you had done.

Ayane's eyes widened, her hand went up to hit you but Izuku caught it in time.

"Don't you dare hit them." Izuku's grip tightened on her wrist.

"Why are you defending them when they were the one who started it?" She accused you, "How can you choose them over me!"

"Because they weren't the one who hurt me." He let go of her wrist standing beside you.

(s/o name) clenched his jaw. "Why do you always have to be so damn dramatic? I started to go out with out you should be happy I even considered doing that for you (name)."

"Yeah because that was the bear minimum you jerk!" You exclaimed raising your voice not caring if strangers stopped by and stared. "We got married and swore an oath to be there for one another... I shouldn't have been getting the crumbs that you couldn't give to her."

"At least they were having more fun with me than you." Ayane accused. "The only reason they stayed with you is out of pity."

"And you seems so proud saying it out loud." Izuku chimed in, "It's like neither of you actually cared about us to begin with."

She looked away feeling slightly regretful for not being honest with him.

"What's done is done, (name)." (s/o name) said standing taller as they proudly held Ayan's hand out in the open in front of you two as if you both never existed in their lives. "I screwed up alright? I cheated on you with her. Let's just start the divorce and finish this boring relationship."

Stepping back you tried so hard to make sense as to what you did wrong. Were you not enough for them? Were you too caring? Too bothersome when all they wanted was their space? Did you ask for too much in return―?

"You're right." Izuku spoke wrapping his arm around your back, holding you close to his chest. "This marriage was doomed from the start and for once I am glad that it's over. Because (name) never deserved all the stuff she has done for you. It always looked like such a one sided relationship, at least finally they're getting rid of the garbage that held them back all these years."

Their eyes widened getting ready to counter attack with their fist. Ayane held them back from putting their hands on Izuku.

They pressed their tongue on the inside of their lip, seething in anger. "You son of a bitch."

"You can get mad all you want, but you better, listen to me." Izuku ordered, looking straight into their soul with no hesitation. "I don't want you to come back and look for them understand? I want you out of their lives for good. (name) doesn't need to keep suffering because of you."

"You're just going to stand there and let him talk to me that way?"

"You have until tomorrow to get your stuff out, (s/o name)." You replied and turned, walking away from them blocking out their rage against you two.

Izuku was trying so hard to keep himself cool and collected but his tightened fist and clenched jaw proved otherwise. Yes he was hurt and bitter for how things turned out but deep down there was a feeling of relief, glad that he wasn't going to be in a lonely home, tied for the rest of his life.

Sniffling you leaned closer into his side trying to hold yourself up. Tears kept rolling down your tear stained cheeks.

Looking around the mall, he managed to find a secluded spot away from prying eyes. Gently he sat you down on the bench. Izuku crouched down in front of you holding both your hands in his own.

"It's okay, let it out." He softly spoke.

But it was difficult to keep crying. The heaviness within inside you remained and yet no more tears came out. You had cried yourself to the fullest.

In the same way, you felt like an idiot about crying for someone who did not deserve your tears to begin with.

"You're not a fool for letting yourself feel, (name)." He knew you so well. "You are pain, it is natural to feel like you have to free yourself in some way."

"Y―yeah but I―I wasn't the... only one who got h―hurt." You stuttered, breathing heavily. "I―I should be helping.. you t―too."

"I was already anticipating for this to happen." He lowered his head, looking down at the floor with a disappointed smile. "I did have some small hope that I would be wrong, I won't lie that it does hurt."

He exhaled out as his lip began to quiver. All the emotions he was trying to block out were suddenly hitting him all at once. Sniffling he closed his eyes in hopes of stopping the tears from falling, but failed.

"I―I'm sorry..." He croaked out, resting his forehead on your lap and letting go of your hands.

"Don't apologize..." you whispered, "You also found out that you were cheated on. It's okay to cry it out, remember?..."

Izuku did not respond, you took the moment to gently caress the back of his head, running your fingers through his soft green locks. His body slowly relaxed as he felt your touch.

"I know this is something we both... did not expect to happen. And I won't lie it hurts like hell..." Tears began to cover your eyes. "but we will... no matter h―how much time it takes us, we will get through this... together."

Sniffling he wiped away his tears with his forearm, lifting his head to look at you. "Can I... can I hug you, (name)?..."

You weakly chuckled not believing he was asking you for a hug.

"You don't need to ask, Izuku." Opening up your arms you invited him in. "My hugs are always here when you need them."

He leaped into your arms, hugging your body tightly. Sobs began to escape from inside of him. You did your best to calm him down by rubbing his back gently. "There there... it's okay."

"I should be the one comforting you..." He said breathing hard.

"Sometimes it's okay if the roles are reversed, you know?" Resting your chin on his shoulder. "You've been there for me countless times when we were little, it's my turn to comfort you."

"I―I know... it's just that," he pulled away sitting down next to you. "I wanted to ease your pain a bit, help you in any way s―so you could feel better."

"I feel better knowing you are the one here with me." You said trying to assure him in some way that his presence alone was enough. "It's going to be awhile until either of us are okay again... that is the truth. Maybe―" you sighed looking down at your lap, "With time things will turn out differently."

"I'll be here, just like I always have been, (name)." He reassured you, "If you need anything, anything you can tell me."

"W―well..." you turned away from him.

"What is it?..." He asked leaning forward and tilting his head to the side.

"I―uh..." you clasped your hands together, moving your thumbs one over the other. "I was wondering... if it would be okay if I could stay with you?... j―just for a couple of days of course..."

Izuku smiled for the first time, "Of course. I was going to ask you as well but I didn't want to pressure you to make a decision."

"I felt kinda embarrassed asking you..."

"Why? You shouldn't feel like that at all. You'll always have a place to go to I told you that if something happens you can stay with me."

It was funny how he was acting more like a loving partner than (s/o name) ever was. With him you felt save and appreciated.

"Thank you..." you wrapped your arms around his mid section.

He cupped the back of your head, pulling you tighter against his chest. Using his other arm to wrap it securely around your lower back.

You both did not know if it was the ache or the exhaustion that was already creeping up your bodies, but the hug this embrace felt nothing like any of the hugs you had given each other before. This closeness, the feel of arms enveloped around each of your figures, held so much love.

It went far beyond it being just a hug between friends.

"Do you want to pass by to pick up some of your clothes?"

You shook your head.

Looking down at you, chuckling tightly. "I can just lend you some of my clothes then."

There was no clear answer as to what you were both feeling, all you did know was that you did not want to be with any body else.

[bakumu]

hear me

kirishima x afab!reader

wc: 1.1k

summary: your boyfriend gets possessive and can't wait to have you. who cares if they hear?

cw: SMUT (praise, degradation, semi-public sex, creampie, possessiveness)

a/n: for the stunning @shuwuji

minors do not interact. this work contains mature themes and if you continue reading you have agreed you are willing to see such content

"Eijiro, what are you—"

His hand rests lightly against your throat as he grinds the growing bulge in his pants against your ass. 

"Shhhh, babe." 

You glance at the door separating your kitchen from your living room where a few of your old classmates are watching a movie, and then back over your shoulder at your boyfriend.

His eyes are full of lust, full of heat, and you can feel it radiating from him, drowning you in his heavy desire.

His hand wraps around your waist, pulling your body into him as he grinds against you.

"Ei, we shouldn't." You try to keep your voice stern but with the way he's breathing in your ear, your own body is starting to give in.

His sharp teeth nibble against your neck, leaving faint indents in your skin. "I need you now," he groans, his voice low and possessive. "He's been staring at you all night, eyeing what's not his. Need to prove you're mine."

It's not often that you've seen your sunshine boyfriend behave like this. His usual bright smile replaced by a scowl; his whole face twisted and corrupted by jealousy. It makes your stomach flip.

Not that you can blame him. The 'he' in question is your loud and annoying ex, Monoma Neito, who just so happened to hear about the gathering and decided to show up at your door.

Kirishima's hand tightens ever so slightly on your waist and you push yourself back on the large bulge in his pants. 

You know this is probably a bad idea, but how are you supposed to turn him down? You can feel how much he needs you, how much he's already lost control. What's a little more?

You arch your back and rake a hand through his hair, gently tugging on his roots and whisper, "Fuck me."

He spins you around with dizzying speed, crashing his lips into yours, and kisses you with abandon.

Eijiro doesn't care that your friends are in the next room, or that you could be caught, or that your shitty ex could walk in at any second. Maybe they should, he thinks as he shoves his hand under the waistband of your pants.

Maybe they should see how fucking wet you are for him. Or how fast he can make you cum with just his fingers. 

His kiss, his touch, his breath. All devouring your senses. 

He swallows your moans as you cum around his fingers, until he can't take it any more. Until his own thoughts consume him and he only has one thought in his head. 

Mine.

He tugs at your pants, pulling them down your legs until your bare cunt is exposed to him. 

It's his, all his. He bends you over the countertop, pressing your face onto the cool surface.

"Keep quiet, you don't want them to know…" he kneels down so that he is eye level with your cunt, and his mouth waters watching you clench at his words. "Unless you do, my cute little slut."

You shake your head, opening your mouth to speak but you're cut off as Eijiro’s tongue parts your folds and delves into the deepest parts of you. 

A moan slips from your lips and Kirishima smiles against your pussy. 

"So you do want them to hear. Fuck, you're so hot." 

His tongue swirls around your clit, sending sparks of pleasure through you, and you slap a hand over your mouth, catching your moans before they escape.

One final lick to your cunt and he stands up, taking in your ravaged form. Everything about you makes him so fucking hot. 

"Try not to let them hear you, baby," he slurs, unbuckling his pants and lining up the tip of his cock to your drooling hole.

He pushes the head of his cock inside you, the dizzying stretch of his thick cock makes you gasp. 

Your hand reaches out to steady yourself against the counter as he continues to delve into you. Inch after inch until he's panting behind you. His eyes are crazed and filled with merciless intent.

When he's fully inside, you feel like you're going to combust. He's so fucking big, and the feeling doesn't get better when he slowly pulls out. The head of his cock rubbing against the spot that has you seeing stars.

He plunges back in, again and again, each time harder and harder until your legs are shaking. Until all you know is the grip on your hips pulling you back on his cock, the sound of his balls hitting your clit over and over, the feeling of being so fucking full of him.

Kirishima can't believe he's fucking you like this with his friends one room away, but with how wet you are and how well you're trying to stay quiet all for him, it makes him throb inside you.

“Who do you belong to?” Kirishima snarls, and when you don’t answer him, he lands a firm slap against your ass. “I said, who do you belong to?”

Your throat tenses up as you try to speak, the pleasure consuming your every movement, but you manage to moan, “To you. To Eijiro.”

Can that jackass hear you moaning his name? Can he hear the way your cunt sucks him in or the way the dishes are rattling in the cupboard? Eijiro sure fucking hopes so. 

He places a hand on your throat and pulls you back towards him, arching your back as his cock continues to slam into you with all of his strength.

His breath is thick and heavy in your ear. "Be good and cum on my cock," he grunts, each word accompanied by its own thrust.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as your orgasm takes over your body, your cunt milking Ei's cock as you see stars.

He thrusts into you a few more times before his own orgasm rips through him. His hips stutter as he moans your name, pumping his cum into you.

He stays still inside you for a few seconds before pulling out, and when you turn to look at him buckling his belt, he won't meet your gaze.

You rest a hand lovingly on his arm stopping him before he can turn away from you. "Ei, tell me what's wrong."

He glances at the door and then at the floor again and your heart sinks.

He clears his throat, and shifts his weight onto his other foot, "I forced you, and we… did this with them right there."

"No one forced me to do anything, I wanted to do this with you, and also fuck them, this is our house." 

You grab his chin and force his eyes to meet yours. The ravenous hunger that was in his eyes before has receded for now, and your chivalrous boyfriend has returned to normal.

"I love you," he whispers before softly kissing you.

And that's when you hear Bakugou's loud voice behind the door.

"Are you two done fucking?! We're out of popcorn!!"

[soxcietyy]

Egyptian

Hawks x reader

Very old…pharaoh hawks au.

You sat in a rolling chair with a black pen in your mouth as you analyzed a script. It was about the one of the best soldiers of Egypt back in the 3100 BCE. But you've been stuck on it for days. You where a archaeologists who was in the look for answers about a great soldier and Anubis who was a Egyptian god. Anubis was worshipped as the god of the dead but when Osiris took on this role, Anubis became the god of mummification. The only odd thing about this though was that there was only one story told about them and it was how they met.

Keigo Takami one of the greatest soldiers alive at that time was known for his fierce red wings and for being one of the pharaohs personal soldiers. He was guarding a room which happened to be the kings who was dying from an illness at the time. He stood their with another guard day and night until one stormy night he was doing his daily routine chatting with his friend until something caught his eye. A shadow appear creeping up from the corner. Putting his weapon up he walked towards the person until he was met with a tall, slim figure with a dark dog head. During this time they where at war and the last thing they needed was the kings death. So Keigo knew what he had to do. He had to fight, or to stall so he wouldn't be taken away. His precious king needed to live.

And that's where it ended, no traces of Keigo was ever found and the person to witness it all went missing a few days later as he carved the painting. what you couldn't figure out was what happened after. Their was no more records of Keigo after what you've studied. The only thing found was the kings body which they later on buried.

You breath out heavily in frustration not knowing where to go after this. Being very bothered you didn't noticed that the pen had exploded in your mouth until you tasted the ink.

"Gah!" You yell running to the sink spitting everything out. "Squawk!" Your pet bird yelled as he watched. Today was going to be a long day. As you rinsed You mouth with water you phone began ringing. You fumbled around trying to turn the faucet off while looking back at your table.

"Hello?" You say drying your hands up.

"Y/N! I can't figure it out, this is impossible theirs nothing that talks about Keigo." Your friends cries.

She was one of your colleagues that was also in search for the same answer. This was her seventh time picking this research up.

"How do you think I feel Olva?Iv looked at almost every painting and script possible and still no answers." You sigh looking at your desk filled with notes and coffee. Maybe some rest will make you feel better or some actual food other than sugar cookies.

"Let's go to the museum and look around to see if they have something to help us. They could have secret scripts!" She giggled, "oh and it will be fun plus they have the actual tomb of the king." She added on.

It didn't seem like a bad idea at all. It also gave you a reason to go out for the first time in weeks. You've been too busy with the research making you be all cooped up in here like a chicken.

"Fine but only if you pay for lunch." You smirk.

"It's a deal, see you tomorrow y/n." She laughed and hung up.

Finally some rest! You throw your phone onto the bed and rest in your chair spinning yourself around. This was going to be the best sleep you've ever had. You never knew how much you needed it until you accidentally fell asleep in the shower two days ago.

Standing up you take your clothes off and sluggish got ready for bed. As you finished you walk up to your bird. "Hungry? Here's some dinner," You give him seeds and a fruit. He was your green and red love bird. He's been with you ever since high school and was your best friend. After giving him goodnight you walk to your bed And the he second you head hit the pillow you fell into a deep sleep.

"Beep! Beep! Beep!" Your phone alarm rang loudly. You groan not wanting your rest to end here. When would you be able to have another chance like this? You would be going back to your sad sleeping schedule. You managed to pull yourself together and sit up grabbing your phone to stop the alarm. You quickly get ready for your day until you realized the time 6:45pm.

"Oh fuck," You panic and run out the door with a bag in your hand. You shove your hand in your bag and take out your phone. Tons of missing calls and messages appeared. She was totally going to scold you for that. You hesitate but call and brought the phone to your ear.

"Olva! I'm so sorry my alarm was set for 6pm and I'm currently running to the museum that closes at 8." You say while running to your car. Their was a few minutes of silence until you heard her, "y/n if you don't get here I'm 20 minutes I will end you!" She yelled causing you to pull your phone away from your ear.

"Yes ma'am!" You Yelp and shoving the keys in and speeding off. When Olva was mad it was no joke. It was as if you angered the sea. You pull up to the museum in 15 minutes. You've never ran so fast in your life till now. Eventually you made it up the stairs and into the building showing the security guard your pass. Being a archaeologists gave you discounts and free passes to things such as this. As he scanned it and checked your belongings you thought about how you hadn't eaten all day.

"Welcome you have 38 minutes ," the officer says letting you go in. You nod and followed the signs that directed you to your destination. You made it there quite fast seeing her in the distance looking at her watch.

"Olva!" You yell in the distance, the place was almost empty with people leaving the place.

"Your late," she says crossing her arms.

"I know I know but I made other though." You pant resting your hands on your knees. She rolls her eyes and continues to walk to the pharaohs tomb. You follow along behind her analyzing everything in the room.

In there laid the tomb with dim lights on it. It was tall and tan color with the shape of the king. The tombs where carved by people for the king when he died. But before they did that his organs would be taken out and put in a jar. During the funeral Anubis would come and take out a scale with a feather and the dead persons heart. This would determine if they would go to the after world. They took this very seriously since it was believed that not just anyone could go there. If the heart weighed heavier he would not be allowed to go and be cursed a second death.

It was fascinating seeing the tomb up close. It made you wonder how he looked inside. Would taking a peek hurt? Nobody was around but you two. "Olva Im going to open this," You say getting closer.

"What are you crazy? Their going to kick us out!" She whispered aggressively as she grabbed your hand.

"What if this helps us uncover something? We would be the one of greatest archeologists! Almost every person has tired to figure this out and failed Olva. We can be the ones to find the answers." You say pulling your arm away. You put your hands on the tomb pulling it up with all of your force  opening it a bit. Before you could open it fully you heard someone near by. "The museum is now closed! If anyone's here please leave!" You heard in the distance. It was a guard walking around. You grab Olva and pushed her behind the Tomb that was on a stone table. Putting your finger up to your lip. You close up the casket causing something to come out. It was a red feather. You caught it as it floated in the air and ran behind the tomb. You saw Olva panic and shakily get up scared of staying during closing hours. If they see her here they will look for you too and it would get both of you in trouble. You shoved her back down making your body tower over hers. Your face was inches from hers making you look away as you covered her mouth. It was now Silent except for his foot step that walk into the room you where in. They became louder as he walked towards you guys. Your breath hitched as he stoped at your direction. You look back down to see her shaking her head.

"Are you serious?" You hear him say. Your heart stopped, you've been caught and you couldn't run leaving your friend behind. You pull the courage to stand up until he said something else.

"Brats left their bag here." He says as he shuffled around and left. A sigh of relief came to you as you peaked and saw nobody.

"Are you crazy?! How are we supposed to leave now? Oh sorry we where hiding but now we want to leave?" She says poking you repeatedly.

"Olva you don't understand this is for research! We will be the greatest of them all! All of those days without sleep won't be needed anymore. We're going to be rich!" You shake her and get back on your feet. The lights where now turned off except for one that shined in the middle making everything dim. You wave your hand for Olva to come over who hesitates but had no choice since she was already here.

Both of you pull with all your mighty force. You could feel the sweat roll down on your forehead as you pulled even harder. Your fingers hurt and your legs buckled until eventually it opened. You stumble back trying to catch your breath from holding it in.

"Y/n check this out..." she says shocked. You could see her eyes widen in shock. You comply and approached her to take a look. Inside was a mummy wrapped in bandages but it had something standing out. On the head their was a golden thin paper with a word carved on it. You couldn't really read it due to it being dark so you took it off and walked to the light.

Olva had her mouth wide open not wanting to believe you where this dumb. "We should leave now y/n I don't feel good about this." You hear her say worriedly in the background.

"Yea yea let me just read this it's kinda dirty and rusty." You wave her off and continue reading until you hear a quick whoosh and the light flickered. "Stupid light don't you see I'm busy here?" You mumbled and turn back around to see the body missing.

You freeze looking around until you feel someone grab your shoulder pulling you back and placing something sharp on your neck, the gold paper fell to the floor as you didn't dare to move. Olvas face was a clear as day, she was mortified.

"Where am I? Where is the king? Who are you people?" His deep voice said as he clenched your shoulder tighter.

"What are you talking about?" You say confused and turning around you see a man with blonde hair, jewelry that reached from his neck to his shoulders, a shirt made out of white clothes and red wings painted gold at the ends. He seemed to be wearing familiar clothes you’ve laid your eyes on before. Clothes of an ancient person…

This was undoubtedly Keigo Takami.

[imnotmadas]

IF UNCOMFORTABLE BLOCK NOT REPORT!!

Husband Bakugo

Timeskip!Bakugo x Gender!Neutral!Reader

Warnings: Manhandling, mentions of sex, foul language, and FLUFF.

Husband!Bakugo always touching you, grabbing you, bullying you, but you know it’s all love. Marrying this man for the rest of your life, comes with perks.

Husband!Bakugo must touch you, if he comes home he’ll drop everything hug, and kiss you then bathe. He will grab you, and make you sit on his lap while watching tv.

Husband!Bakugo takes care of your his needs. When goes down on you, he does it for your pleasure. Totally not his

“Babe, if you don’t let me taste u, im gonna die”.

“Bakugo, I just came from working out…”.

“So? Adds flavor”

“Pack your bags, and get out”.

Husband!Bakugo cant take his eyes off you, when your stretching. Like, your doing the cow pose, and he just saying stupid ass stuff.

“ what’s that smell?”.

“BAKUGO!!! I swear if you say on more thing I will fart on your pillow”.

“As if, I will piss in your shampoo bottle”.

“What?! Bakugo I’m calling the cops on you”.

Request are open

[midnighmoonligh]

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Fandom

BNHA/MHA / My Hero Academia

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Characters

Denki Kaminari ;; 16 ;; They/He ;; Little

Kyoka Jiro ;; 16 ;; She/They ;; Middle

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Plot Summary

Two regressors and a thunderstorm. Jiro is scared of storms and Kaminari finds her being scared. He tries his best to comfort and care for her.

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The sky rumbled above as Denki happily watched from the balcony of his dorm. The storm would be pretty bad, so classes had been cancelled for the day. It was early in the morning, since classes had been cancelled quite last minute unfortunately. The electric blonde didn't really have anything to do today. Actually, he probably could do homework but we all know he can't sit still long enough to do anything or the sort.

He happily bounced around his dorm room before getting bored and leaving. It was probably about noon when he left his dorm. Upon arriving at the common area, it seemed quite busy. Some people hadn't been in the dorm since they decided to head home to the parents. Denki rather stay there, since his bros were there. He flopped onto the couch, listening to the rain pound down on the building.

" Oh hey Kaminari! " he was greeted soon after by a familiar spiky red head.

" Hi Bro! " he responded happily, which only made Kirishima beam in response. Calling the dude bro just made his day fully.

Before Denki could do much more, he was tugged over a bit to the side by Yaoyorozu. He gave a puzzled expression, remaining tilted just enough so he didn't fall over.

" Have you seen Jiro? " she asked, clearly stressing about the case.

All Denki could do was shake his head. They seemed like such an odd friendship pair. His eyes flickered over to Sero as he fully fell off the other side of the couch. Honestly, he couldn't help but cackle at the scene.

" Could you check on her? You guys seemed really close lately, " Yaoyorozu spoke up again as she pulled on his sweater.

The pulling brought his focus back to her. With a heavy sigh, he nodded. She is right, to be fair. They had started dating but she didn't really want to tell anyone- not yet anyways. It didn't help that they both tended to be busy with their own individual friend groups more than anything else. Slowly, the blonde peeled himself off the couch and made his way to Jiro's dorm room. It only took a few minutes, thankfully. When arriving, he was a good boyfriend and knocked. It wasn't like Denki could open the door anyways since it was locked.

" Jiro, it's Kaminari, " he called out after the few minutes of long silence. He couldn't help but fidget with his hands while listening to the sky angrily rumble again. It shook the building a bit from how deep toned it had been.

Soon enough, the door slid open. The smaller girl wore a band t-shirt that was a bit big on her and some shorts. She looked very tired, which never failed to upset him. Denki frowned, but before he could ask what was wrong he was tugged into the room. He shut the door behind himself and watched her hide under the sheets of her bed as thunder striked once more. The sound was very loud, but didn't really other the electric blonde. The girl under the sheets on the other hand, she was shakin like a leaf under the pile of blankets.

" Jiro? " he asked as he made his way over to the bed. He watched her before gently shaking her shoulder. " Jirrrooo, " he called with a soft huff. After, she peeked her head out from the sheets.

" Scary, " she mumbled in a childush tone.

The pair had discovered their regression only a few days before. It was quite funny to them both, though they quickly began to learn it wasn't easy when both of them were regressors and weren't really good at being caregivers. Even so, they tried their hardest to support each other. Denki felt the familiar anxiety of not knowing what to do boiling in his stomach. He was really not good at this sort of thing. He took a deep breath before opening his arms.

" It's okay, the storm can't get you inside, " he reassured with a smile while Jiro shuffled over to be hugged by him. He was glad to ingulf her in his embrace.

" Loud, " she complained while nuzzling into him.

" Yeah, it is. Maybe we could do something? " he offered before the sky rumbled angrily for the hundredth time that day. Jiro cried and hid into him. She didn't usually regress younger than five, classifying her as a little but today she seemed to be so scared she went younger.

" It's alright, I'm here to protect you, remember? Now let's see, what should we watch, " he asked as he slid into the bed.

Denki wrapped the little up into the blankets like a burrito then got up to spin her around playfully. This seemed to cheer her up, mostly because she smiled and giggled. He sat back down after grabbing her laptop and getting comfortable. The storm was quite loud each time she flinched and hid into him while he looked for something they could watch. Soon enough, he put on a movie that he knew they'd both enjoy. Then he cuddled her close. Each time the storm angrily rumbled and hugged her tighter and pointed out things in the movie. Every time it never failed to distract Jiro and get her to talk away about it.

By the time the storm had cleared Jiro was playing happily around the room. She even dragged Denki into playing dress up with her. While it was fun for her, it made him embarrassed. Even so he kept smiling. Seeing her happy made her happy. The sun began to fall, and she seemed to have settled down to quietly watch the rain out the windows. He gently ruffled her hair before planting a kiss on her head.

" I think it's time for bed my little Rock Star, " he informed her happily. Though, she pouted and shook her head.

" I want to play! " she announced as she got up to try and play again. However, she was scooped up by Denki and placed into bed.

" I don't know, I think you look pretty sleepy to me, " he teased as he watched her yawn. She pouted and crossed her arms.

" No fair! " she claimed, but he only laughed and sat down with a brush.

" Okay okay, how about we watch cartoons and I'll brush your hair? " he offered.

After some, clear, debating she nodded and settled into his lap after. Denki put on a random kids show before brush through her hair gently. This is probably one of the few things he has learned to cox her into falling asleep. As usual, she was asleep by the time the first episode had ended. He waited until it did end, then tucked her into bed. Denki picked up the dorm room the best he could before turning the lights on and laying with her. Of course, he'd be an awful boyfriend if he left her alone like this. Especially since the storm was getting a bit loud again. This didn't seem to bother Jiro though. The little was so in asleep through it all.

[queenri0t]

Just Do It Bakugou!

Summary: Bakugo had everything he could’ve wanted. However, when it came to you he was lost. He was never one to admit that he had a crush and frankly it’s becoming harder day by day when all he can think about is you. He has to tell you, but why is it so hard?

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader Warnings: 13+, mutual pinning, fluff, having a crush, slight cursing, Bakugo is bad at feelings.

Heavy footsteps banged their way down the hallway of the UA dorms. They would think it was annoying and unnecessary to any outsider, but it was necessary. For weeks this has been going on. The heavy footsteps, the yelling, and the loud earthquake slam of a particular blonde dorm room. Loud music poured from the speakers as the heavy footsteps paced back and forth. The blonde was frustrated. Of course, anyone that knew him also knows that Bakugo Katsuki did have a short temper. Even the crinkling of a plastic water bottle can set him off. But this wasn't some meaningless pet peace he was thinking about. No, it was something much worse. It was something he had no chance against.

'It was you.'

Bakugo couldn't figure it out, and, as a result, it only made him even more furious. He knew it had to do with his emotions towards you, and emotions were something Bakugo Katsuki was not good at. How was he supposed to explain the heart races, the extra sweaty palms, the shakiness in his voice, and the god damn thoughts plagued with images of you?It disgusted him how his brain mapped out every detail of your face and figure. How those thoughts came in the full blast late at night and not in the appropriate way makes him feel like the biggest perv.

If he wasn't careful, then he would be just like his classmates. What were their names again? Pikachu and Grape Face? It didn't matter to him, but like hell, he was going to be a perv like them. But no one will find out, and he made sure of that. He was going as far as to give you the harsher treatment whenever you were around him, such as snapping at you. Making fun of you and calling you names like a child would do. In his eyes, it was a perfect plan, nothing would go wrong, and no one would find out. However, he didn't know that his classmates were more intelligent than he thought. They were catching onto his plan.

The game of cat and mouse had to end at some point, Bakugo knows that, and in conclusion, he tried to stall the game from ending so he didn't have to come up with the ending solution he was terrified of. To which he denies it. Bakugo didn't want to think of him as soft. Thinking about relationships and stupid pinning crushes was not in his book for being Number 1. He keeps telling himself every time he sees you.

He doesn't like you, and you're nothing special to him; you're just some extra that he needed to pass to be the best.

'But you aren't some extra.'

You were so much more than that. You held your own against him and knew what to say to help the people around you. You are the definition of selfless, and if he looked in a dictionary, your face would be there with the work selfless in black font, as well as beautiful and angelic but like hell, he'll admit to that, he doesn't

even remember a time you thought about yourself. It was your greatest strength, and it was also your biggest weakness.

There would be times you stressed yourself out too much over others, and it worried him. No one else saw it, but he knew how much toll it had on you. How you would hide that exhausted look with a smile. Or how you would sometimes cry in private because you were holding a lot on your shoulders, and it felt suffocating. He would never judge you on your outburst; in his face, he was quite happy he was the only one that knew about them, and you trusted him not to hit a low blow and make fun of you for that. Even he knew what you were feeling, and he got it. You were indeed a hero, inside and out, making Bakugo fall even more for you. Bakugo let out an exhausting groan as he flopped his body onto the bed, and he shifted his position to look at the ceiling. Pulling up his phone, he switched it over to his playlist and scrolled to a few songs to ease his nerves. Nothing like a little soft rock to help ease his mind. The downing question rang in his mind;

Should he ask you out?

Was it time to start putting a move on you? Did he sink that low for you to break his path on being number one? He can't just say right out to you that it wouldn't make sense, and it was way too embarrassing for him to even think about what he was going to tell you. Maybe he'll just slide it into a conversation while in training. Say something along the line of helping you out with your new moves and then take you out.

No, that was stupid. If he's going to do it, he's just going to say it. He's a Bakugo, for Christ's sake, and a Bakugo never does stuff half-ass. It shouldn't be that hard. Just say, "Do you want to go out sometime?" plain and simple.

*Knock Knock*

Bakugo let out an irritated growl and pushed himself up. The nerve some people had, don't they see he's busy with some important stuff? He swung his legs over his bed and walked to his door Bakugo's face scrunched up as he made his way to the door, swinging the door open about to snap before he saw your kind eyes looking back at him, and it made him choke.

"Hey, Bakugo, I think you left this in the gym." You pulled out his water jug. The faded All Might decals covered by your hands.

"...Thanks...idiot." he mumbled and saw you perk up, and your smile grew. "Well, I’ll be going now; see ya in class," you said, and he watched you start to leave.

Bakugo knew he couldn't let you go like this if a time to ask you in private with no one bothering him was right here and now. "H-Hey, wait, I need to ask you something."

You stopped and glanced back and watched him waiting for him to continue, but he couldn't. He was stuck in place and at a loss. He had to ask you just a few simple words, and that's it. Opening his mouth, he clenched his hands into a fist, the sweat making his skin hot and clammy and he looked at you with a newfound determination, but it was quickly lost when he saw your beautiful face making him stumble. It’s too embarrassing, he can't, this isn’t him. He’s not some love sick puppy he’s a hero in training the best one there is.

"N-Nevermind, go away. I got it," he said, and you nodded. Smiling at him before turning "Well, if you need anything, let me know-," you said and walked off. Bakugo waited until you turned the corner at the end of the hallway, mouth dry and his arms tense before heading inside.

Shutting his door, he rested his forehead on cool wood that seemed to relieve his heating body. He wanted to scream. Or punch something. It was one of the two, maybe a little bit of both. When did he become so..so...pathetic!! He just missed his shot, and now he's stuck at square one. Slamming his water jug on his desk, his phone slipped off and fell on the floor. Bakugo scoffed and reached down, picking it up to turn on the screen. Cursing that if he saw a crack on his screen, he would rain hell, only to see the screen scratch-free and a photo of his friends, or random extras, as he would call it, on his phone,and he stopped before he sighed. Well, drastic times come for some... extreme measures. Maybe he should just ask, as much as he hates to admit. Bakugo can’t do this alone which took him a year to finally figure out it was okay to ask for help.

Sliding his thumb on the screen, he pulled a familiar group chat that he refused to participate in, but they kept adding him back. Seeing the group chat still alive and littered with random TikToks and memes, Bakugo began to type;

"I need you, dumbasses, to help me ask Y/N out."

Maybe this won’t be so bad.

[tk5150]

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[justsomerandomfanfic]

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[aliferou]

Vigilante deku x vigilante reader

Part 1

So the reader will meet Deku when she stays in Japan for a while since she goes to multiple places to not get caught. When they first meet they have a small fight. She/he doesn't defeat him since she/he wants to see what dekus is capable of. The reason why is she/he has seen him a few times even the time deku tried to save bakugou. That's when the reader do you see what the actual hero's capabilities are the heroes that are not there for fame or money but to help save and make people smile. Deku was very close to winning and being able to capture the reader but she/he escaped. The reader is one year younger than Deku at this fight she/he may be young but she is powerful but still has a long way to go to improve her/him self. Moments before the reader escapes for dekus grasps she/he gave him a note that says "you are strong, you arena an exceptional hero, but you still have a long way to go to defeat all for one on your own" you smile and escape from him.

Not my art work

Five months after

The league came to you to bring you back. Since they tracked you down after the stunt you did with Deku. You refused but they were reluctant and fought you to bring you back. They were even able to get their hands on Val and severely hurt him in front of you fought them and were about to kill them but they escaped. You tried to save him but he died in your arms. (change this sentence if you don't have a healing quirk you have a minimal 2 quirks) They kept on doing this to you so you can finally come and join them but you continue to refuse so you decided to not create any more attachments.

[koukosafeplace]

MHA masterlist

Katsuki

Izuku

Shoto

Dabi

Kirishima

Amajiki

Shinsou

Aizawa

Denki

Hawks

Ochako

Mina

Nejire

Momo

Tsuyu

Jirou

Tenya

[megamindscum]

NSFW, dubcon

Imagine Hawks being your mentor and he models his merch and one time he asks you to model his shirts with him. You agree because it's an opportunity to represent you and with THEE Hawks, a high ranking pro hero!! So, you'll have a few obsessed stans on your back but it would be worth it to heighten your status in the hero community.

When you get to the studio, Hawks is already there wearing his merch with his face on it and some tight skinny jeans. The camera man is setting up, most probably a famous one but honestly you hadn't dived into famous photographers yet but you probably should do for when you do become a pro hero.

Hawks notices you and throws you a large t-shirt. "Put this on Babybird." Babybird was a pet name he had given you when he was assigned to mentor you. He said it was because it was like you were a Babybird and he was helping you leave the nest. You couldn't really argue with that logic so you just let it stay. You changed your shirt and then went over to Hawks who was now sat on a simple chair, one that he could lean back on comfortably. "Come sit" he said patting his leg. What the fuck? Okay, the pet name was just under the line, but sitting on his lap for photos that will totally be in magazines for everyone to see. That's just no. "Oh come on Babybird, don't think about it like that. It's just easier to take pictures this way and whilst you're still standing... Take off those pants." "WHAT!?" I mean, you were aware of the sexualization within the hero community to get representation but this just seemed unneeded. But it would be good for you... If people were attracted to you or thought you and Hawks had a thing then you'd probably have so many fans already. So... You did it. You took off your pants, completely noticing the small smirk on his smug fucking face. "That's a good choice Birdy." You sat down on the edge of his lap, right at the knee until he decided to pull you closer to him, arm locked tight around your waist and his face pressed close to your neck. "That's better." He whispered into your neck. The cameraman seemed entirely unfazed and just started to take pictures. Gently and oh so slowly, Hawks began to grind his leg.

"Oh babybird you're whimpering, it's okay just stay still, your mentor will take care of you."

Just kissing your neck, being careful not to just let go and bite down, it would be so easy to leave a mark on your skin.

"Is the friction too much for you, you're moaning so much, you must be so close."

You look so good with his merch on. It was like he owned you.

"You're mine Babybird. No one else can have you."

"Cum for me Babybird. Cum for your mentor."

[angelsdevils]

Denki x Reader

Title: Might As Well Date Fluff No Warning

Denki was laying on your lap as you were talking with Kirishima, Todoroki, Momo, Iida, Bakugo, Izuku and Uraraka. Your hands subconsciously and through his hair, as you laughed at something Kirishima said.

“Hey (Y/N), why does Denki always sleep on your lap?” Izuku asked and you looked down at the male.

“I don’t think he really sleeps, but I am not sure. I just assumed he likes laying on me since I am squishy.” You said and they tilted your head slightly.

“Hey it’s his words, not mine. It’s similar to the reason why he always play with Ojiro’s tail.”

“I always assumed he had a crushed on Ojiro, now I am not so sure.” Kirishima said and you burst out laughing. 

“That would be a cute couple that I would love to see!” You said and Uraraka and Momo agreed. Denki shot up from his spot on your lap and looked at you.

“Absolutely not.”

“So the dumbass wasn’t sleeping.” Bakugo rolled his eyes.

“I told you, I figured he doesn’t. He always stare at me when he is suppose to be sleeping.

“Wait, you knew?”

“Yeah, I can feel you staring.”

“Oh, sorry.” Denki had a bright blush dusting his cheeks and you patted his cheek.

“Are you going to lay back down?” You asked and Denki blushed and laid back down on your lap. You went back to running your hands through his hair, which caused a sigh to escape his lips.

“Have you two ever thought about dating?” Iida asked and Denki felt his heart race and he looked away.

“Dating? I haven’t thought about it, but now that I do we do sorta act like a couple.”

“W-We do?!” Denki asked and you looked at him.

“Honestly, I thought you two were dating…” Momo said and you laughed softly.

“H-How? Why? I don’t understand? We act like friends…” Denki tried to defend.

“Friends that are dating…” You and Bakugo said in unison. Denki couldn’t believe you were siding with them, but it gave him some hope that you actually like him.

“Does that mean you want us to date?” He smirked sitting up and you thought about it. 

“Well the only thing we don’t do is kiss.,” you said before cupping his face and pressed your lips to his. His eyes widen slightly as you pulled away, with that smile he loved, “now that has been covered. We might as well date.” 

“She is so brave…” Uraraka said with a blush and Momo nodded her head.

“No kidding, she really is.”

“Then will you be my girlfriend then? I actually really liked you for a very long time.” He shifted in his spot and you nodded your head.

“Of course, I did have a small crush on you too.”

Denki relaxed and pressed his lips to yours again, this time not allowing you to break it too soon. The group was blushing a bright red and turned their heads away from you guys. It wasn’t long before they took their leave, leaving you two alone.

Denki wrapped his arms around your waist, and pulled you closer to him. The kiss eventually ended when you both needed air, and he sighed softly. 

“I have always wanted to do that, and it was just as amazing as I imagined.” 

“You are such a dork, Denki.” You giggled and he hugged you to him tightly. 

“Your dork though, right?”

“Yes, my cute adorable dork.” 

“Even when I get… well you know after I use my quirk?”

“Yes, even when you get like that. Just come to me, I will cuddle you.” You chuckled softly and kissed his cheek and he nodded.

“You are stuck with me now.” Denki pouted slightly and you squished his cheeks gently. 

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You pulled him to your chest and he cuddled into you. He closed his eyes, and slowly began to drift off to sleep again.

“So soft, and squishy.” 

“Shush, go to sleep.”

“Mm kay…”

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[zuffer-weird-girl]

Headcanons of the boys with a easily frightened and/or sensitive S/O ? Like she will hide at any noise or hold her bf's hand (or hug if she's like REALLY super scared) for comfort and she will tear up at anyone who raises their voice at her?

Asides from teasing with his coos and pats on the heads, this oversize pigeon really does care and gets overprotective as well.

If you seek refuge on him he is like with shiny eyes but still remains to his cool as he drops over a wing for safety measure since he knows you like them ^^

His hearing is sensitive as well so he knows why you get startled.

Gets really scary if you start to tear up because of someone. Like, his eyes would narrow at the person but he would have this smirk to mantain his appearance.

He would grab and clench his hands on the person's shoulder and speak on a very unusual and threatening tone.

"Dare to scary my baby bird again and I will show you one of the reasons why I am the number 2 hero."

After the person goes away he would cup your cheeks and roo (let me be) and coo over you while wiping your tears and say that everything is okay since he is here.

Cue him imitating All Might to make you laugh.

Occasionally wraps both of his wings around both of you like a shield as he chuckles at your face who let's out a sigh of relief from being overwhelmed.

*loads gun* "who raised the voice here?"

Overprotective as well.

Doesn't mind you clinging to him since he would wrap his arm and bring you to his chest when he notices by the corner of his eyes that you are scared or uncomfortable.

When he caught you crying over a tv show he would only chuckle and let you cuddle him as he carresbyour head.

He finds amusing how much sensitive you are.

You know he wears that hoodie right? Sometimes if somehow shouts and let you tearing up he would be like: "weat it for me babe brb" and just occasionally goes to beat up the responsible for your sadness.

The most chill yet the most affected here.

He knows what is like to leave on a ambient where you feel vulnerable. So he gets protective but wont make a big deal out of it.

Teasing 10/10 because his form of words actually make you laugh and forget why you scared to sad on the first place.

Dabi would be smug at you clinging onto him but if he notices you're scared he would just gently pull you along with him to another place.

If someone shouts or even dare to raise their voice at you, boy gets mad but on a chill way.

... except one time that he and Shigaraki got into a fight on the bar and Kurogiri had to put an end on this...

*breaths in and out* how do I explain HIM?!

So, Chisaki HATES someone who yells and shouts over nothing. So you can expect that if someone even dare to raise their voice at his partner they would not be overhauled on the spot. No no

They would be tortured.

Especially if he already knows how you get.

Like: "I will make sure you regret living for making an angel cry"

The worst and most overprotective out there.

At first he would prevent and even snatch your forms of touching away from him because he is OVERHAUL but ocassionaly would feel extremely guilty at your hurt and sad face.

Would act like is no big deal or annoyed when you cling onto him for comfort and refuge but actually loves it.

Freacking 10/10 tsundere big ass man-

Would only arch an eyebrow at your actions but soon return to what he was doing.

If someone dares to ask or point it out them he is overhauling them.

I dont have to say that Rappa and Mimic were the most affected by this right?

[t0jisd0ll]

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