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myherokatsuki · 3 years

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Pairing: ProHero!Bakugou Katsuki x f!Reader x ProHero!Kirishima Eijirou

Warnings/Tags: aged up characters, polyamorous relationship, misunderstandings, reader gets gossiped about at work Word Count: 2k

Summary: When a coworker catches you with Kirishima she starts a rumor that you’re cheating on Bakugou, but the boys decide they won’t stand for that.

a/n: Wanted to write a little something fluffy for Valentine’s Day :3 Same reader character from Shared. (Don’t necessarily need to read to understand this fic tho.)

“I’m home!” you called wearily, pushing the door shut behind you and leaving your heels by the entryway, slipping your aching feet into your fluffy little bunny slippers before stepping into the hall.

“Welcome home beautiful!” two sets of voices called back and you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips at the sound.

“Long day?” Kirishima asked, glancing up from his spot on the couch.

Apparently one look at you was enough to make that obvious.

“Yeah, you could say that,” you sighed.

“Aw, any new hot office gossip?” he asked, pulling you into his lap as soon as you ambled closer and you collapsed against him with a heavy sigh, burying your face into the crook of his neck. For a long moment you didn’t answer, merely wanting to feel close to him, to soak up the comfort of his presence.

Kirishima made a small surprised sound and held you tighter, folding you against his chest protectively. He was still getting used to all this—being able to hold you, to touch you whenever he wanted—not having to hold back or rely on daydreams any longer.

“Yeah, spill,” Bakugou added, pulling a fresh shirt on before pausing to press a kiss to the crown of your head as he passed, on his way to the kitchen to start dinner.

“Actually, I’m the hot gossip,” you groaned, rolling your eyes and pulling back slightly, wanting to be able to see them both.

“What, you?” Kirishima cried, while Bakugou exclaimed a gruff “Why?”

“Several of my coworkers are apparently under the impression that I’m cheating on you, Kats, with Eijirou,” you explained, huffing an unamused laugh as you picked at Kirishima’s loose t-shirt, not quite meeting his eyes.

“You’re fucking joking,” Bakugou snorted, shaking his head ruefully. He could see how people might come to that conclusion, especially if they weren’t privy to the inner workings of the nature of your relationship.

“Wait, really?” Kirishima gasped, his eyes widening, a panicked look crossing his face.

“Yeah, they already knew I was dating Katsuki and they must have seen you come to visit me the other day,” you mumbled, remembering the rather steamy kiss you’d shared in the elevator, unable to keep your hands off him, especially in his sexy hero costume.

“I didn’t mean to cause you any problems,” Kirishima exclaimed, guilt seeping into his expression.

“Hey, no. You didn’t cause me any problems, babe,” you assured him quickly, sitting up to press a kiss to his lips, silencing his protests. “It’s kinda amusing, actually.”

Kirishima let you silence him, moaning softly into your mouth as your tongue brushed his.

“If you say so,” he mumbled, chasing your lips with a whine when you pulled back.

“Yeah, I’ll just have to explain to them that I’m dating you both,” you said, your gaze sweeping over your other boyfriend in the kitchen, dark apron tied round his waist.

“What I wouldn’t give to see that,” Bakugou huffed, flashing you a smirk before turning to the stove.

“It’ll definitely be an… interesting conversation. I’ll probably be the talk of the office for a while after that too, but I’m sure they’ll get tired of it eventually. I mean, at least it’s better than them thinking I’m a cheating hussy.”

Bakugou grunted. “Anyone has the nerve to call you a hussy’s gunna get to meet my fist,” he grumbled under his breath, punctuating his words with a blow to the steak in front of him, taking out his anger on tenderizing it.

“You’re so sexy when you get protective,” you laughed before letting out a heavy sigh. “I’ll be alright though, I promise.”

The two men shared a look, obviously not completely convinced.

“Hey, why don’t you go take a shower before Bakugou finishes dinner? I bet it’ll make you feel a little better,” Kirishima suggested.

As soon as you left the room and he heard the shower turn on, Kirishima turned back to Bakugou, slipping onto one of the stools at the counter’s edge, leaning in conspiratorially.

“Psst, hey Bakubro.”

The blonde grunted in response, glancing over at his friend, letting him know he was listening as he tended to dinner.

“So… Valentine’s Day is coming up, and uh, well, I didn’t know if, y’know, you already had plans. Like, just for you and y/n, and I didn’t wanna step on your toes or anything, but–”

“I got us all a reservation at that fancy place y/n likes so much,” Bakugou replied before Kirishima could finish, the redhead’s eyes lighting up at his friend’s words, his hesitance instantly forgotten.

“Really? That’s awesome! I just wasn’t sure if–”

“We’re all in this together, dumbass. Got that?” Bakugou huffed, his brusque response only making Kirishima’s grin widen.

“Got it!” he agreed with a nod, unable to stop smiling.

“Why’d you ask, you have an idea or something?” Bakugou continued, trying not to sound too curious.

“Yeah, actually, I was thinking we could surprise her at work with flowers and chocolates before we go out to dinner. It’s be romantic and we could curb those stupid rumors her coworkers started,” Kirishima suggested. “What do you think?”

Bakugou frowned in thought before nodding. “Good idea,” he grunted, Kirishima’s chest puffing out at his praise.

“I can’t wait to see those stupid extras’ faces when we both show up. Show ‘em all who y/n belongs to,” Bakugou boasted, his lips curling into a fierce smirk.

Kirishima couldn’t help but marvel at the subtle ways Bakugou always reassured his spot in their relationship with you–always reminding him just how included he was.

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As you shut off the water and stepped out of the shower into the steam filled room, you could just make out the sound of muffled voices coming from the kitchen. Grabbing your towel to wrap around yourself, you cracked the door to help dissipate the steam while straining your ears to catch snatches of your boyfriends’ conversation.

Burning with curiosity at the sound of your name, you hurriedly toweled off and grabbed some clean clothes from the basket outside the door, barely noticing whose oversized hoodie you pulled over your head on your way back to the kitchen.

“Hey,” you chirped, rounding the corner, the scent of dinner making your mouth water. “What’re you guys talking about?” you asked innocently, leaning against the counter, chin propped in your hands as your graze took in both men.

“Nothin’ much nosy,” Bakugou tsked, though his gaze softened as it fell on you.

“Just guy stuff,” Kirishima added, grinning openly, faltering as he recognized his sweatshirt on your form. “I-is that my shirt?” he asked, cheeks turning nearly as red as his hair.

“Oh, uh, yeah I guess it is,” you said, finally glancing down to get a better look. “Sorry, I didn’t really look before putting it on. Is that okay? I can always change,” you offered, knowing that was the last thing Eijirou’d want you to do; the lovestruck look on his face giving him away.

“No!” he yelped, louder than he’d intended to. “I-I mean, you don’t have to change. You look so cute wearing my clothes!”

The awe in his ruby eyes and the dusting of pink that darkened his cheeks filled you with warmth, and affection surged through you. You remembered the first time you’d worn one of Katsuki’s shirts–his reaction similar, gruffer and more begrudging, but sweet all the same, the blush on his cheeks no less endearing.

“Alright, if you insist,” you teased, flashing him a smile as Bakugou rolled his eyes fondly.

Will you two stop flirting and sit down already, huh? Dinner’s finished,” he huffed, though he had no problem stealing a kiss before you took your seat.

You were halfway through dinner when you realized you’d never found out what they’d been saying about you, too distracted by Eijirou’s charm and Katsuki’s food to notice sooner, but by then you were too content to be curious any longer.

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As the week went on, you tolerated your coworkers’ whispers and sneaking glances, never really summoning the nerve or finding a good time to set the record straight, slightly worried they wouldn’t believe you anyway. Although, by the time Valentine’s Day rolled around, you were too excited to see what the guys had planned for you that you barely noticed their gossip until the end of your shift neared, several of your coworkers gathering around your desk.

“So, y/n, any big plans for tonight?”

“Yeah, Dynamight taking you out someplace special?”

“Actually, I’m not sure, it’s supposed to be a surprise,” you answered, fighting back a grin.

“The surprise is which guy she’ll end the night with,” the woman who’d caught you with Kirishima in the elevator the other week muttered, just loud enough for you to hear, and your smile slipped.

“Excuse me?” you asked, turning to gape at her, your other coworkers growing quiet at her snide remark, looking between the two of you, waiting to see how this would play out.

“Oh, I was just saying I’m sure you’ll be busy tonight. Juggling two guys can’t be easy,” she replied with a straight face.

For a moment you merely stared at her, surprised at her audacity. Whispering behind your back was one thing, but saying it straight to your face like that, like some sort of challenge was another thing entirely and you wanted nothing more than to slap that self righteous smirk off her face. You knew she’d always been jealous of you, but this was too much.

Taking advantage of your stunned silence, however, she continued, taking it one step further.

“I can’t believe how greedy you have to be, not to be content with one pro-hero–the second most popular pro hero in Japan, no less–but to sneak around behind his back with his best friend? That’s so low,” she exclaimed, shaking her head incredulously. “I mean, someone should tell Dynamight!”

“Someone should tell Dynamight what?”

Before you could formulate a comeback, Bakugou’s gruff voice filled the room and you blinked, tearing your eyes from your rival.

“Katsuki!” you cried, never more glad to see him than you were right then.

To your surprise, however, he wasn’t alone, Kirishima at his side, a large heart-shaped box of chocolates under his arm, both of them still in their hero uniforms.

“Hey babe!” Kirishima called, grinning from ear to ear, already dismissing the other women that surrounded you, their eyes going wide as both men approached.

“Eiji!” you greeted cheerfully, accepting the colourful bouquet Bakugou thrust into your arms and cradling it against your chest, heart full to bursting. “What are you two doing here?” you asked, looking between the two of them, though you had an idea.

“Wanted to surprise you,” Bakugou huffed, gathering your things from your desk for you, sharp vermillion gaze snapping over to your rival who’d gone uncharacteristically quiet, the blood draining from her face.

“Yeah! Thought we’d pick you up for our big date tonight,” Kirishima explained and you knew that behind that innocent face he was feeling smug as hell.

“Wait, a-are you dating both of them?” one of your coworkers whispered, not daring to look at your rival, who seemed to want nothing more than to hide under a rock right about then.

“Yeah, we were all so close, it just sort of… happened,” you answered honestly, opening Kirishima’s box of chocolates to pop one in your mouth, moaning as the sweet candy hit your tongue.

“C’mon, we should have just long enough time to change before our dinner reservation,” Bakugou announced, letting you take his arm as Kirishima swooped in on the other side to wrap his arm protectively around your shoulders.

“You really didn’t have to spoil me so much,” you murmured, but Bakugou scoffed.

“That’s our job, princess,” he muttered fondly, his gaze softening as he met yours.

As you passed your coworkers, heading to the elevator, you couldn’t help the smug smirk that tugged at your lips as your chin lifted proudly. “You’re right. I will be busy tonight,” you said pointedly, leaving them staring.

You knew as soon as the elevator doors shut behind you, you’d once more be the topic of much speculation, though of a much different kind. Part of you was curious as to what they’d say, while part of you could care less, too preoccupied by the men that flanked you and the romantic evening they had in store for you.

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shotorozu · 3 years

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fist bumping them after some steam

part two | part three

character(s) : todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : fluff, crack, spice; implications of steamy times (making out, etc) but not actually nsfw,, seriously (x reader)

note(s) : yeah so the title seems pretty self explanatory 💀 basically you fist bump them after steamy moments and this is how they’ll react. and for the implications alone, this is a third year au

also might delete later if i suddenly regret making this 💀 but who knows, we’ll have to see! but in case that happens, i’m posting more things later

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todoroki shouto

man, you really got him there 💀

you guys finished having an impromptu makeout session, and with your mind slightly clearing up— you decided to fist bump him

you know, just because. and also so you could see how he’d react to the gesture. would he be weirded out or will he accept it?

shouto quite literally crumbles in your touch, let alone if you’re kissing him with such passion— so he’s instead, rendered confused when you do that

his brows furrowed, and he just,, accepts it non-verbally?? as the action comes and goes

the gesture is left unquestioned, and when you decide to do it again you both uh,, burn some time

he feels the need to ask 🧎‍♂️

“is fist bumping your partner after intimate sessions normal?” his cheeks are still flushed, but the question comes out in his usual tone

lmao he’s so direct 😭

“hm, just wanted to see how you’d react.” you smile, gently patting him on the cheek

“oh.” he smiles, knowing that you always want to see how he’d react with almost everything, it’s just how you are

and that he should start taking mental notes of your habit. he finds it adorable, but you’d have to ask him about that

from that point on, whenever you guys would do something rather steamy— you’d make it a habit to fist bump him afterwards

and congrats! he thinks it’s normal now, despite not really understanding the gesture

literally— he’ll ask midoriya if he fist bumps his s/o after such activities, and he’d watch his friend be taken aback by the question.

which kind of leaves midoriya wondering, and eventually asking shouto “todoroki, what does Y/N do to you?”

everyone else finds it hilarious when they find out, but shouto finds it endearing in it’s own way.

to him, the gesture is unique, nothing he has seen in the movies!

like sure— he was initially dazzled and stunned when you did that the first time, and he didn’t remember seeing that in the “what’ll happen after making out with the person you love” forum

yet, this little thing of yours? it’s something that’s only between you and him! so, take it as a compliment

bakugou katsuki

stares at you like you grew two extra sets of heads

basically, the epitome of 🤨

has to think for a few seconds, before actually realizing what you just did— after all of that

will be under the assumption that he didn’t rock your shit hard enough. i mean, if you’re not speechless by the time you guys are done

then he’s done it all wrong, clearly

“the hell was that for?” he quickly pulls his wrist back to question you, after you made him fist bump you

and you just shrug

😃 you’ve got a big storm coming. huge

prepare yourself for the next attack

i mean at first, he’ll still have that 🤨 look on his face— and you’ll have to pull at his fist for him to fist bump you

eventually, he does get used to it, but that doesn’t mean he thinks it’s absolutely normal

no— he still finds the gesture strange as hell 💀 so even though he’ll fist bump you after spicy times (making out) he’ll still stare at you like you’ve gone mad

like,, even when the aftermath was sweet, and quite fluffy— you’ll never forget to fist bump him (even if your shit just got rocked)

“fist bump, because you did a great job, kats.”

and katsuki will just stare at you like 😐❓❓ how are you still speaking “i don’t need a fist bump to know that, dumbass.”

still prefers knocking the wind out of you by using his actions, but he’ll eventually get a hang of your little habit.

but even after he renders you breathless and speechless, to the point all you could do is lay down (that’s when you know that things were surreal)

and you somehow forgot to fist bump him— he’ll end up doing it for you

why? hm,, i’d say that you somewhat passed the habit onto him.

this habit of yours eventually gets out to kirishima and kaminari, and boy— are they livid. they find the habit hilarious

and they’ll most likely tell the other bakusquad members about it 💀 and whoops its an inside joke now

wasn’t the wisest thing, since they know that katsuki will give them hell— but it’s a funny sight for sure

in short? the gesture’s very,, odd and it’s weird as hell— but if you magically stopped doing it, he’d be furious

midoriya izuku

when you first did this, he was out of breath, panting. izuku takes time to regain composure— from the pleasant time that was spent being pressed up against you

the moment made his heart skip a beat, but when he was still trying to catching his breath— you suddenly reached for his fist, and fist bumped him

then, he’s like 👁👄👁❓and it definitely caught him off guard— like,, out of all things, he wasn’t expecting that

“Y/N? what was,, that?” he’s still red in the face, but he’s puzzled by your sudden fist bump.

“hm, a fist bump, just because.” you ruffled his hair “good work, izuku!”

i mean,, he’s confused, sure. but he’s quite pleased with himself, knowing that he’s done a great job to the point that you even had to verbally clarify.

he’s definitely still confused, since you didn’t actually explain why. but nonetheless, he stays observant

the next time you guys get rather,, heated, and close— izuku makes sure to observe what your next move would be

like,, is the fist bump a one time thing? he must know!

before he knew it, it wasn’t just a one time occurence. once your breath regulated, you fist bumped him once again.

“good work!” you press your lips against his freckled cheek. even though izuku wanted to ask, he decides to leave that for another time

the next day, he approaches you in his usual manner— but this time, he’s equipped with his notebook and pen

“do you usually do that after we,, get particularly close?” he clicks his pen, ready to take down notes

so— he wanted to take notes about your habit 😳 his note taking habit wasn’t new, he wrote about every important detail about you in that notebook

you would’ve guessed that the dirty minded izuku in him popped out, but he’s genuinely curious 😭

“hmm,, i think so, yeah. i also do that whenever we finish training, right?” omg so now that’s going to be engraved in his mind, whenever you guys finish training now

he’s really just taking notes, so when he’s kinda out of it— and you do it again, he won’t be like 😃❓ ‘HUH??’ so yeah, it’s for memory

takes note of it, and sometimes— he’ll even take initiative, holding his fist up for a fist bump even if you’re the one that’s completely out of it

but once you start, don’t stop. if you just go even one day without fist bumping him

the green head will think you’re mad and that he did something wrong 💀

izuku just wants to make sure he’s doing this correctly, and to make you happy! so don’t be weirded out, if he’s worried

likes and reblogs are appreciated, thanks for reading!

i do not own bnha/mha and it’s characters. boku no hero academia/my hero academia belongs to horikoshi kohei, i only own the writing and i do not profit off of my hobby

do not plagiarize, reupload, translate, or use my works for audio readings without permission

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writteninkat · 3 years

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Hey Kat how are youuu 💞 i hope everything's fine :) i'm literally so excited to read the my brother's bf fic 😭💕💕 later i saw a post you reblogged: https://writteninkat.tumblr.com/post/657547669698396160 could you turn this into a fic pleaseee 😩 we need that 😭��🥺 maybe slutty!Fem reader asking bakugou for study help although she's only horny and while he tries to study with her: explain smth to her she starts that freaky shit hihi

i wish u a great week end. btw i got a big crush on a boy who works with me 🥺 but i'm sooooo shy and NOT ME whenever i'm around him i hate it. i know that we would vibe idk:/ he is a friend of my older sister and i got the feeling that he sees me as a child (he's only 4 years older) i hate it here lmao

xo💞🌟💕

Quizzed | Bakugou x Reader

summary: You ask Katsuki for help with your studies but that was all a ruse to let out all your sexual frustrations on him.

w/c: 1.9k

warnings: fingering, oral (m!receiving), katsuki calling reader slut once

a/n: hiii i'm doing well!! <3 hope you are too!! and LMAO i get what you mean!! i turn into a completely different person whenever i'm with someone i like but i try practicing just being my self lol why don't you test out the waters, give him some hints ;)) update me about it then hehe

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Katsuki Bakugou is good at anything and everything he tries. He's got an amazing, flashy quirk, he's smart, has an explosive personality and you can't deny he's handsome.

God's favorite child; that's what he is.

And you're obsessed. You love how he smells so sweet, how soft red spills over the tips of his ears and his cheeks when he's flustered or embarrassed, the deep grunts and melodic moans that slip out his lips.

He turns into your vulnerable little bitch under your softest touch. And you love it.

College isn't easy, not by any means. Unlike highschool or middle school, you're the one chasing after your professors, you're the one who teaches yourself, you're the one who has to grind in order to get a good grade and graduate.

It's times like these, during hell week, that you regret not choosing the hero course. They don't need to go to college, they become heroes after highschool and from the stories of your friends, hero work seems to be a much more enjoyable job than in a hospital doing rounds.

You sigh, mind tired and body aching all over as you plop onto the couch. Your boyfriend, number two hero Dynamite, is busy cooking the both of you dinner. "Long day?" He asks.

As much as you want to claim that all you want to do is eat whatever your boyfriend is cooking, wash up and cuddle with him till you fall asleep, you can't. You'd be lying.

You're frustrated and you want to let out some steam. And the fact that your boyfriend is cooking in your shared kitchen with nothing but black sweats that hang loosely over his hips and an apron doesn't help.

You nod quietly, sitting on one of the counter stools just to watch him cook. As your eyes greedily rake over his ripped arms, toned back and occasionally his built chest, the gears in your head begin turning as you think about how to get him to fuck your stress out your body.

"Let me guess, you wanna sleep after you fill that tummy of yours?" He doesn't really talk like this, but you appreciate how he acknowledges your trouble. You pout in response, "Can't. I still have to study a few lessons in chem."

Study.

If he weren't busy with the food, Katsuki would have seen how your face visibly brightened at your idea. "Help me out? Please?"

He eyes you from the side as he shrugs his shoulders. "I probably won't be of any help, but I can try."

Oh you'll be of big help.

You have your Chemistry book, notes and the periodic table laid out on your desk as Katsuki walks in with two cups of tea; steam still floating from above it. You feel bad–he even bothered to prepare tea for the both of you but you know neither of you will be taking sips from the tea cups any time soon.

You smile when he sets the cups down, standing from your seat to push him to sit down on it instead. He looks at you with confusion in his eyes but don’t ask, prompting to check the topic you “need help with”.

“Ah, I think I’ve read about this topic before.” The moment his words leave his lips, your hand flies onto his shoulder as you lean over. “So you know how this is the atomic number, right?” You nod at his question, hand running up and down his built shoulder as a start.

He looks over at your hand, his then flicking up at you before returning to your opened textbook, shrugging off your suspicious actions.

By the time he’s finished discussing and explaining the topic, you’ve sat yourself on his lap, one arm over his shoulders playing his ear as the other runs up and down his chest. “You understand now?” He asks, looking up at you as you nod your head.

“Yeah,” You lean over, pressing your lips on his. Your soft pinks stay on his pair a little longer than usual. You pull away slowly, your hand now cupping his jaw as you look deeply into his eyes.

He raises a brow, “What was that for?”

You shake your head, eyes drifting from his eyes to his lips as your thumb traces over his lower lip. “You’re just so sexy, teaching me like this. So smart.”

You lean forward, pressing your lips against his once again as his hands drop to your hips, thumbs caressing the exposed skin. You part your lips from each other, allowing his tongue to slither inside your wet cavern, tasing you.

You rise onto your knees, setting yourself on his lap to straddle him as Katsuki continues to kiss you passionately. All your stress, all your concerns, all your anxiety always washes away whenever Katsuki kisses you, when he holds you, like this.

“You have to be studying.” He breathes into the kiss.

“I’d rather study something else.”

Your fingers hook themselves on the hem of his shirt, pulling it up, exposing his hard abs. You run your palm over the exposed skin, fingers following ever bump, ever rise, every dip before you inch your fingers inside his sweats. Katsuki grabs onto your wrist, stopping you, eyebrows creased in confusion.

“Study.” He says, sternly.

“Fuck me.” You say. Sternly.

Within the next second, your hand is pushed into his pants, caressing his length, fondling his balls, and Katsuki sits there beneath you with his hands clutched into fists and his breathing heavy but controlled.

You slowly wiggle yourself off of him until you’re kneeling on the carpeted floor, your fingers pulling his pants down as your gaze keeps itself in his eyes.

Katsuki closes his eyes slowly, jaw clenched and head craned upward. You snicker, pulling his hard cock out of his pants. Your mouth visibly waters at the sight and you feel your pussy clench at the sight of his wet tip–pre cum already leaking out of it.

You lean forward, sticking your tongue out, pressing it against the base only to run it upwards to the pink head. You enclose the tip with your lips before pushing your head down, taking his entire length as you fight the tears from spilling. You miss this so much–Katsuki’s taste, how he skips a breath and fights his moans when you take all of him, the way he has to physically stop himself from getting too rough with you.

You’re sloppy when giving head–saliva dripping down his cock and the chair, saliva dripping down the corners of your mouth, pre cum smeared on the tip of your nose and cheeks. When Katsuki looks down at you for the first time, and you look back at him with a shit-eating grin and all messy, he cums almost immediately.

You laugh, allowing his release to splatter all over your face.

You wipe a dripping one from your cheek, into your mouth, sucking on your finger all while looking at him straight int the eye.

Katsuki breathes heavily before pulling you up from your knees. He pulls you by the waist, pushing your shorts down, letting them pool around your ankles. He pushes you onto your desk, having pushed all your study materials off the top to give you space. He lifts both your legs up, resting them over his shoulders as he looks at your glistening pussy, admiring the way it looks before pushing a finger in. Pretty and strangled moans slip out your lips as you throw your head back.

“How do you solve for the mass number of an element?”

A quiz? Really? Now?

Your brows knit together as you look down at him, to which he simply raises a demanding brow. He curls the fingers inside you and you feel your soul leave your body for a moment, making you gasp in surprise.

“You–oh god–you add the number of protons and–“ You squeak when he suddenly adds another finger inside, “–and the number of neutrons!”

“Who discovered the first subatomic particle?” Katsuki quickens his pace and you feel your legs shaking. “JJ Thomp–nnggh!–Thompson!”

“When?”

“1896!”

He adds in a third finger and the stretch has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Give me a rule for naming ions.” He curls his fingers inside you and for a moment your mind goes blank, earning an irritated growl from Katsuki. “Shit, Katsu!” You cry out, “The charge of an ion–oh fuck–can b-be determined–“ Your back arches at the feeling of your high quickly arriving. “–by its place on the periodic table!”

Your cunt clenched around his fingers greedily as your hips move in circles on their own, riding out your orgasm. Your chest rises and falls heavily, finally, it’s been too fucking long.

Katsuki pulls his fingers out of you and you whine at how sensitive your pussy still is. You watch as he brings his fingers into his mouth, lapping up your juices coating his digits and your kitty clenches around nothing, as if you hadn’t just cum.

The pro hero grabs you by your waist, sitting on your chair. He aligns his cock in line with your hole, letting you slowly lower yourself on his cock, your cunt greedily taking his entire length.

“What method do you use when writing formulas for ionic compounds?” You’re already moving your hips before he even finishes his question.

“The crossover method.” You whisper.

“Hump on it, you slut. If you’re that desperate to fuck yourself with my cock, do it properly.”

Following his words, you start rising before lowering yourself on his cock. The feeling makes your legs want to turn into jelly, but the thought of not getting to feel this way has you fighting the urge.

“Give me the formula for Iron and Oxygen.” Katsuki grips at your waist, now moving your hips the way he wants you to move it.

The feeling of his cock stretching you open, the feeling of it hitting your g-spot again and again and again, his fingernails digging onto your skin and your brain wracking itself for the correct answer–everything overwhelms you too much.

“Fe2O3!” It comes out as a whine, making Katsuki chuckle.

“What about Barium and Sodium?”

He’s thrusting upwards now, allowing you to lessen your efforts, giving you more chance to clear your head even for a little bit. “Ba3Na2.”

“That’s right.” He whispers into your ear, “That’s my smart little girl.”

Katsuki carries you by your thighs as he stands. For a moment, you think he’ll head for the bed but he’s setting you back onto your desk. Feeling this, he answers your silent confusion. “It’s a bad idea to study on the bed.” He tilts his head to the side, “You might fall asleep. We can’t have that.”

He begins thrusting into you, your desk hitting against the wall every time.

“Recite the greek prefixes for naming hydrated salts.” You feel another orgasm coming. “One to ten. Do it correctly and I’ll let you cum.”

Weird boost of inspiration.

“Mono, di, tri–shit, Katsu!–Tetra, penta, hexa, hepta, octa, nona–“ He thrusts deeply inside you, pulling an orgasm out of you. You gasp as your pussy clenches around his cock. You look at him in the eye, a smile stretched across your face. “–deca.”

Katsuki continues thrusting inside you, his own high following not long after.

Your body falls onto the desk like lava–hot and pulsing.

Katsuki pulls his sweats up, helping you with your own bottoms before slapping your ass. “I’m giving you three more quizzes later.” Your eyes widen at his words to which he grins cockily at. “So make sure you study hard.”

You got to answer every number in your test the following days, but not without a cost. The mere section of writing formulas for ionic compounds has you clenching your thighs together.

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angelamajiki · 4 years

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[ peace treaty - part two ]

AN: my first banner that I made for a fic!! Please enjoy and mind the tags as always!! :)

CW: yandere, noncon, loss of virginity, double penetration, coercion, gang bang, A/B/O dynamics, size difference, slight tummy bulge, cum stuffing, breeding

PART ONE

SYNOPSIS: The wedding to ensure peace for your kingdom was underway. Your alphas had been insistent that you met your new pack and give your virginity to them the night of your wedding. You could only wonder why.

The village of the Barbarian tribe was full of the hustle and bustle of wedding preparations being made for their leading Alphas and their newfound Omega mate. You could hear the rushing of bodies outside the tented den the pair kept you confined to. They were insistent on keeping you within their firm grasp, their watchful eyes at all times. It was exhausting, so say the least. The time spent in the village was theirs, not your own. Their tenderness almost made you forget the circumstances on which you fell into their laps. Almost.

Hardly anyone else in the village had seen you thanks to your red-headed mate. Dragons rarely let anyone but their pack near their hoard, and Eijirou was more than happy to declare you his most precious treasure of all, the centerpiece of his store. The hybrid was tempted to keep you with the rest of his treasures, but his other mate decided against it, demanding that you stay warm in the nest during the blistering winter that ravaged the mountain range.

They kept in the nest for as long as you would tolerate it, adoring the way you looked wrapped snuggly in the furs they had slain and prepared for you. The den was soon furnished with a small library for your curious mind, one of many wedding presents that your mates intended to spoil you with. Your mates were desperate for your approval, to preen and puff their chests in pride from your praise. In fact, one of the only times you were let out before the wedding was to watch wrestling matches between the Alphas of the clan and their leaders on the warmer days. It was a prominent display of strength, the pair hoping to impress their lovely mate with their fists and muscles. The other times, they had taken you to Eijirou’s cave to flaunt his hoard, which they welcomed you to take anything you liked from it as it was now yours too.

Winter flew by quickly. In those few months, preparations for your spring wedding were well underway as your mates took their agonizing time to stake their claim on you. The pair of them were insistent on waiting until the wedding night to be fully bonded but did not spare you any pleasure they wished to bestow you. The ecstasy they brought you night after night was earth-shattering, something you never even dreamed you could have achieved.

A spring wedding was to be had, and the wait was finally over. Your dress was designed of the most delicate silk hand-made in the tribe, dipped in beautiful red and gold dyes to match your mate's garments. Precious jewels and other gold jewelry was selected from the dragon's hoard by none other than Eijirou himself. Traditional paint was brushed onto your face and arms with expert craftsmanship, adorning your glowing skin with the clan's insignia and other symbols held dear to the Barbarians.

Meeting your mates down the aisle and finally being wed to them felt like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. For months, you had worried that their threat to destroy your home would see to its fruition, but now that you're finally their wife and mate, the treaty had been completed. Perhaps your mates would be kind enough to let you see your family after the celebration.

Festivities were planned for days to celebrate the new queen and pack mate of the tribe’s leaders. Being out of the den and meeting the clansmen felt like a breath of fresh air after being secluded for those few months up until the wedding. You could only hope that your husbands would allow this new freedom to continue.

Food, drink, and dancing went well into the early morning hours before you decided it was time to retire to your den. Buzzing with anticipation, you let Katsuki lead you home with a scarred hand on the small of your back, reminding you just how small you were in comparison to your Alphas. Tonight was the night that you submitted utterly and entirely to your mates. It was overwhelming, almost enough to give you cold feet.

Upon returning to the tented den, you were met with your new pack, the Alphas that Eijirou and Katsuki introduced you to earlier that day during the ceremony. TestsuTetsu, leader of the clan’s warriors. Sero and Denki, leading blacksmiths and protectors of the armory. Izuku, also known as Deku, leading military strategist. And Hitoshi, the tribe’s mage.

The tent’s magic flaps had sealed themselves once you and your mates made it inside with the rest of the pack, who were already waiting for you. Unease had swelled in your gut as you saw the hungry gleams in all the Alpha's eyes. Did they have the intention to watch while you bonded with your mates?

“Be easy, my love.”

Eijirou’s hands came to your shoulders in an attempt to soothe you as he guided you to your nest.

“Although you will be our mate, you will still be the pack’s omega.”

You nodded slowly, having already understood that much, but it still didn't explain why the rest of the pack was suffocating the space of your den.

“That means you will have to form a bond with all of us. We intend to share you with the pack tonight.”

Panic filled your being as you stood up from the nest, only to be pinned down into the redhead’s lap with his powerful arms. His hands rubbed soothing circles in your arms as he felt you squirm in his hold.

“There’s no reason to be afraid, my queen!” Izuku piped up as he flashed a reassuring smile. “This is the best way to ensure that you will give healthy pups to the pack and the clan.”

Tears and pleas dribbled out as you thrashed in your Alpha’s arms, desperate to claw your way out of his grip and away from the new pack.

“Stop yer fussin’,” Katsuki grunted as he took his place next to the both of you. “We’ll be right here the whole time. Besides, it’ll be a good way for the pack to bond. We wouldn't want anything to happen to your territory, now would we?”

Chuckles filled the room as you sobbed in absolute terror.

“Please! I don't want this! Don't make me do this; I'm begging you!”

A fatal mistake on your part is that you forgot who these men were. Barbarians who snatched, steal, and take whatever they please, whenever they please. Your mates were capable of tenderness, but only when it seemed to benefit them. And it didn't at this moment.

Eijirou was quick to quell your cries as he stroked your hair gently while Katsuki tied your hands together. The redhead whispered sweet nothings in your ear in an attempt to soothe his lovely omega. You were practically hog-tied into your nest as the blonde ripped your dress to shreds with his magic, your struggling between the pair of them frustrating him deeply.

“Enough fucking around. Omega, submit.”

Unable to deny such a command, you went still under your overbearing husband. How quickly he changed once you truly denied him for the first time...it frightened you. The men around you tried to croon and calm, wanting to put your wailing cries at ease. You had barely been touched and you already felt violated by being naked and bound before your new pack. Oh, things you had to endure to protect your kingdom.

Katsuki was overzealous, eager to be the first to pop your cherry and finally feel the velvet of his omega’s hole. A searing mouth sealed itself over your clit as thick fingers worked you open. Your mate was relentless, fucking your hole with vigor as his tongue sucked and lapped against your clit. The wanton groaning of the other Alphas met your squeals and cries as you clenched around your mate’s fingers, wishing desperately to sink into your nest of furs and never return.

Eijirou kissed you deeply, stroking away your tears and holding your chin in his scarred palm. The other Alphas hands groped, massaged, and grabbed at your supple skin, leaving no inch untouched. All of them ignored your sobbing, electing to see past your suffering for the good of the pack.

“So beautiful.”

“What a great pick you two made.”

“Hurry up and mount her Kats! I want to get in there too!”

Your Alpha continued his brutal pace of finger fucking and suckling on your clit, groaning and grunting as he slurped at you greedily. A tight coil of pleasure built in your core as you helplessly moaned and cried into Eijirou’s mouth. Katsuki felt your impending orgasm and pulled his mouth away in favor of rubbing your clit hard and fast with his unoccupied hand. He chuckled, watching you squirm and squeal loudly before coming undone, squirting all over his chest in the process.

The Alphas jeered and praised you for a good show as Katsuki chuckled.

“Now that’s what I’m fuckin’ talking about. Good girl, little omega. Ready for knot?”

A wolfish grin cast on his features as he hiked your ankles up to his shoulders. Cock lines up with your still twitching whole; he sunk into your tight heat in one stroke of his hips. A breathy gasp left you as you were filled to the brink.

The pace he set with his thrusts was unforgiving; a bruising grip laid on your love handles as you were pounded into the nest, making a mess of the furs strewn across it. Snarls and grunts left your captor’s lips all the while. The other Alphas around you stroked their cocks heartily, eagerly waiting for their turns to have a go and breed their new pack omega. Squeals and cries of unwanted pleasure quickly filled your gut as you came again, forcing you to arch your back into the blonde’s chest. Overstimulation hit you like a freight train as your mate continued to chase his own pleasure.

Eijirou brushed the hair from your sweaty forehead and swiped gently at your tears, watching his two mates finally tie the knot and love each other in the most primal, intimate ways they knew. What a fine choice for a mate you turned out to be—loyal, lovely, loud. Your sobs and cries of pleasure were music to the dragon’s ears, adoring the way you shook and convulsed underneath the other Alpha. Toying with your nipples gently, he shushed your protests with a kiss and held his free hand to your throat, stroking the sides tenderly.

Katsuki, on the other hand, was practically feral, animalistic in his movements as he popped his knot into your tight cunt with a roar of your name. Ropes of hot seed painted your womb as he held you tightly in his arms, riding his orgasm out to completion.

Nothing but groans and pants could be heard for a few moments as your Alpha bent down to lay a claiming mark on the glands of your neck. He tore into the flesh with passion, leaving a trail of blood that dripped down your sweaty chest. Laving at the mark with his tongue, he sealed the bond and slurped up the blood. Extending his neck, he pushed your head into his crook.

“Bite, complete the bond.”

Like an obedient breeding bitch, you listened mindlessly, mind foggy with the haze of your orgasms.

After his knot had deflated, Eijirou moved to mount your sloppy hole.

“Guess the rest of you are getting my sloppy seconds,” Katsuki smirked, admiring the way his seed dripped from your now loose hole.

Eijirou was more tender than his counterpart, taking his time with his sweet, sweet lovemaking. Possessive and sweet nothings were moaned and groaned from him—bite marks littered your chest and mouth. His thrusts with slow and deep, wanting a slow build to both of your orgasms as he lavished you in his undivided attention. Kisses and bites were pressed sweetly to your lips, and his tongue tasted the salt of your skin.

Your whimpers and moans mingled with his deep, rolling groans while the others were content to watch such a passionate display of Eijirou’s adoration for his Omega. Laying his claim as he came, the knot popped the moment as he bit into your wrist, suckling at the wound he left behind. Even after he deflated, he cockwarmed you for a while so you could rest and have a much-needed drink of water.

After Eijirou’s cock slipped out of your cunt, the rest was a murky blur in your memory. Izuku followed your redheaded mate, losing himself quickly to the vice of your wet and sloppy pussy. He came rather quickly, apologizing for only finishing himself off. He had to, for the sake of pups, of course. Not that any of their words mattered to you, you were too drunk off the mating bonds your mates laid into your virgin skin.

TetsuTetsu succeeded Izuku, and much like Katsuki, he was an animal. Loud slaps of skin filled the den as he praised you for being such a good omega for your Alphas. Bear them your healthy pups like a good girl, won't you? His stamina was high, too high for your liking. Slipping in and out of consciousness, you barely made recognition to his knot swelling in your hole. He was by far the biggest of the pack. Another load pumped into the pack’s personal cumdumpster, but he made sure to make you squeal and squirt on his cock.

Any defiance in you had died by the time Sero and Denki speared you on their cocks. What they lacked in girth, they made up for in length. They both greedily stuffed themselves into your pussy at the same time, one rubbing your clit while the other tugged at your nipples. Only one knot caught inside you while Denki’s popped just below your clit, making an even bigger mess to your already sloppy pussy.

Finally, Hitoshi cast a fertility ward on your womb, marked by the pack’s emblem to ensure pregnancy and a healthy one at that. An average knot, he finished himself within your already full womb, a small bulge appearing in your gut because of it. A plug was stuffed inside you to keep the pack’s seed deep within your cunt, to ensure pregnancy of the pack’s pups.

Once the sun broke over the dawn of the mountains, the pack exited the tent to leave you to your Alphas. They spent the morning bathing and feeding you, wanting to pamper you after such an exciting yet stressful evening. The pair hoped you would come around to be shared by the pack; how else will they get you through your heats and their ruts? That's a problem for another day, they supposed.

After a long, well-deserved rest in a now cleaned nest, Eijirou was ecstatic to share the news of their newest surprise. A honeymoon! Oh, the places they planned to fly you to.

As you listened to their plans, you couldn't help but gaze off into the next morning’s sun, wondering if this life was worth it for the sake of peace.

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beann-e · 3 years

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Bnha Characters reacting to when you quit your job

bakugou

your steps were quiet as you tried to work up the energy to unlock your front door. Your hands sweating and cold when you finally got the energy to put the key in the lock a deep exhale leaving your lips when you finally walked in.

Your Body only carrying you to your kitchen counter before you dropped your keys and bag on the same counter your body now rested against.

The room heating up and shifting from the ice quiet atmosphere youd created when you felt strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you back to meet a hard chest

Small kisses being planted on the side of your neck as you let out another sigh of relief as you spoke trying not to drown in the comfort being given to you “ baby “

Your body shook as you heard a deep grunt of acknowledgment “ we — we need to talk “

you felt as another set of kisses were placed to your neck before his head snuggled into the spot between your neck and shoulder “ I— I think I made a mistake“

You bit at your lip as you kept going “ I— I was trying my best to stick up for myself y’know like you told me”

“ mm—and did you“

“ I did —I mean I did stick up for myself and I had to I needed to bu—”

“ slowly losing interest y/n “

you let out a shallow cough “ but I think I did it at the wrong time “

his body stood up a bit straighter head still remaining in the same place somehow “ baby I —i lost my job “

You felt as your boyfriends body went hard almost as if he was trying not to slam your own body into the floor in anger his grip around your waist only getting tighter “ like I said I — I wrong time“

“ wrong time? — y/n wrong place “ he screamed as he jolted your soul out of your already shaken figure. His head flying back to look at you conveying all the anger and annoyance he held, “ what the fuck do we do now “

you let out a small laugh to try to ease the tension “ we — we rely on your hero check ? “

You watched as he sucked his teeth and moved out of the kitchen “ I can barely feed a fucking roach with my salary y/n “ his voice getting louder as he walked into the living room you following closely behind “ i — i can barely feed you — us — y/n this is why we don’t have little crumb snatchers running around now “

his voice deep and heavy “ cause we’re broke do you get that babe ? huh no — fuck — you— fuck fuck fuck you gotta go back — you can’t just be chilling around the fucking house while i’m working my ass off that’s not how starting a family works y/n “

“ baby it’s just until I can get a new job “

“ tch— and how long will that take y/n “

“ well I— “

“ huh months ? “

“ well n— “

“ couple weeks “

“ I mean hopefull— “

“ babe you don’t even fucking know “ he sighed as he griped the skin on the bridge of his nose “ so fucking stupid — so so so fucking stupid “

the room went quiet as your eyes dropped to the ground. “ wel— no — I — I don’t know kats” you shook your head “ I— I really don’t“

“ and that’s the problem y/n “ he screamed eyes finally opening to look at you.

God, he loved you but seriously you just didn’t think sometimes

It’s not that he was calling you stupid it’s just that he really really loved you

He loved that you listened to him. That whenever he gave advice you heard it and went with it.

The night he told you to speak up he was honestly just fucking with you. He always forgets that he has someone who loves him now meaning he’s taken seriously. He always forgets he’s not in high school anymore.

He can’t say something crazy and asshole—ish and expect to just be ignored. He has someone that loves him and will truly listen.

Your not the stupid one

nor the one in the wrong he is

and he knows he is because he heard everything you said about your situation. Yet, he knew you were different from him whereas he had been speaking his mind for years regardless of ranks.

You couldn’t.

You had a job where everything relied on ranks and status. You couldn’t just say whatever the fuck you wanted to like he could and yet he convinced you that night to speak up whenever your boss gave you extra work you didn’t wanna do.

His eyes felt heavy and so did his body his brain automatically beating himself up as he stared at you imagining the rough day youd had. If he was pissed off with the current situation he could only imagine how you felt.

Someone who hated to rely on others yet, now having to rely on their boyfriend.

“ come here “ your eyes lit up at the statement as your tired body wobbled over and into bakugous arms. Head hitting his chest as he crushed you “ I love you and i’m proud of you “

your heart sank.

“ fuck those idiots you only have room for one anyways and hes— fuck trust me I know i’m enough “

Shoto

“ so “

You sat on the couch legs splayed out in front of you and hands playing with the tassels of the pillows placed next to you.

God you loved these pillows. You actually remember the day you bought them.

Y’know back when you had money

“ y/n “ you watched as shoto shifted uncomfortably on the couch next to you “ my love what are you doing home “

He shook his head confused at the body placed comfortably next to his own “ your not supposed to be home for “ he looked down at his watch moving his suit jacket up his arm to create space and to make sure he was seeing the time correctly “ for 7 more hours “

you let out a short laugh “ you sound like you just got caught cheating sho “

his eyebrows crinkled together as he stared at you in disgust “ y/n I would never “

His hand moved to be placed on your thigh “my love is that what you think ? — if that’s why your here then I can assure you tha—I mean honestly if so I would never be stupid enough to disrespect you in our home— you could’ve went to my office at least I mea— “

“ I lost my job shoto “

The air shifted as the hand on your thigh suddenly felt colder than before “ I— I lost my job “

you took a deep breath shaking your head “ it’s a long story on why but i’ve been leaving the house — pretending really— to go to work “

You chuckled “ god i’m sucha bad person “ your small chuckle turned into a hearty laugh as you felt your body go slack “ A fucking horrible timekeeper too if I managed to forget my husband gets off before me on weekends “

“ do not say these things about yourself “

“ it’s not like it’s a lie “ your tear filled eyes coming up to look at his. ” right “

“ I will not stand for this y/n “

“ for what — having an unemployed s/o—i mean you already have one so not much to do about that “

you scoffed “ why don’t you want a housewife ? huh“ you smiled “ I can wear the skirts for you y’know with the aprons cook you dinner and maybe we can have kids y’know we can even get —“

“ enough “

your body shook your eyes widened facing the 6 ft male now towering over you “ your always joking about serious things and I — I don’t understand “ his eyebrows creasing in desperate need to understand you. Eyes darting around your face “ how “

his voice going deeper as he got angrier “ y/n you lost your job“ his eyes grew wide “ do you realize how serious this is “

“ wh— “ you shook your head letting out a short scoff “ of course I do —I mean sho i’m the one who qui—lost it “

“ no you clearly don’t “ he scoffed “ not if your sitting here making jokes in my face “

His mouth quirked up in disgust “ it’s almost insulting — disgusting really “

“ wh— sho—“ you felt as a tear fell from your eye “ baby what could be so disgusting huh ? so ‘ insulting ‘ about me choosing to leave huh “

his eyes softened “ because of your reason to leave “

“ my reason ? “

“ my love I know you — I know you didn’t get fired and I know you wouldn’t just leave you loved it there “

your head dropped as your fiddled with your fingers “ so that means something led you to make that life changing decision and it hurts me that you were forced to make it “

Your heart broke, he was right he was always right, for days at work youd been dealing with an overbearing co worker who would tell you to do everything they didn’t feel like doing and when you finally decided to say no to them

They went and told your boss. Who even though you’d been working there longer than your so called coworker still believed everything they were told.

That was the day that you sadly found out your job favored years over hard work.

Due to the other person being there longer you were trumped in telling your story. It was seen as not necessary because , someone who was there for so long would have no reason to lie on someone like you.

A newbie

“ someone made you quit this job “

“ sho no they— I decided “

You felt as the couch shifted from him kicking it. You thinking he was moving to grab his shoes except walking past them and unlocking the door instead.

“ baby where are you going — we need to talk about how we’re going to split the bills now that i— “

“ i’ll handle it “

“ shoto you can’t put everything on your dads card we’re not “ you let out a soft exhale “ we’re not children anymore “

“ i’ll pay for it all myself — and you can be my little housewife “ he scoffed as your expression grew sour “ it was so funny a moment ago right “

“ shoto i’m not gonna ask again where are you going “

“ where else “

your eyebrows came together in a furrow “ wh— “

“ my love you work for my company ? obviously who ever I put in charge “ he shrugged walking barefoot to his car unlocking the door “ isn’t doing a very good job if they fire their bosses s/o ? “

He got into the drivers seat as he turned the car on and reversed the car “ needs to learn respect no ? so i’ll just have them switch places with you“ he smiled softly “ i’ll see you when I get home “

His once furious eyes turning soft at your body hidden in pajamas “ go inside baby —it’s cold —go order us some takeout i’ll be back in a little ok “

“ sho “

“ just let me handle this —i love you and i’ll be right back my love—go “

You shook your head softly “ go y/n “

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thedamageofherdays · 3 years

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This week's reading log is here! I read quite a lot again this week. Some old favourites but I also discovered some new ones. One of which is definitely an all time favourite now because I just cannot stop thinking about it! I also posted a rec list of Stucky fics that have less than 100 kudos, in case you are looking for more fics to read.

🌻 indicates a favourite, 🔒 indicates a fic is only available to AO3 users.

The Amazing Adventures of Bucky Barnes by impossibletruths [Stucky, 11,5k words, Teen]

Steven G. Rogers writes and illustrates the Amazing Adventures series, a set of super obscure children's books about superheroes. Bucky’s daughter thinks these books are the best thing to grace the earth since hot chocolate. Unfortunately, they're nearly impossible to find. But when Nat asks for a signed copy of the new book for her birthday, Bucky promises to do whatever he can to make it happen.

It all sort of escalates from there.

a shrinking violet no more by thiccbuckybarnes @thiccbuckybarnesfic [Stucky, 7,1k words, Explicit]

He drinks up everything Bucky says as he promises himself, commits himself. Steve aches to touch him, to undress him and reveal that sweet body, to bring his omega pleasures that he cannot fathom. He wants to open this flower, take his body like no other ever has, to hoard every moan and tremble. His blood sings at the promise of it, the certainty that their bodies will be joined as one in mere hours. Steve simply cannot wait to devour his omega whole, to make him his forever.

5 Times Bucky's Friends Heard About Stevie and 1 Time They Met Him by heartsdesire456 [Stucky, 2,9k words, Teen]

5 times Bucky's friends in the Army think he's got a firecracker of a girlfriend waiting on him back home + the time they actually meet 'Stevie' and realize how wrong they were

Nine Lifetimes by otter [Stucky, 7,8k words, Explicit]

So maybe trying to please his accidental cat and impress his hot neighbor aren't the best reasons for Bucky Barnes to get his shit together. The end result's the same, right?

Misery I Need by mwestbelle [Stucky, 2,5k words, Mature]

"You've seen his file, right?" She let out a low whistle. "What a shame. To do that to such a pretty omega."

They thought he was asleep. She didn't mean anything by it, and if she knew that he'd heard he's sure she would have apologized. But it's her voice that he hears whenever he feels out of place, uncomfortable in his skin. What a shame.

OR a different take on Steve Rogers' body issues

snakes and snails and puppy dog tails by Tator [Stucky, 17,5k words, Teen]

“I thought you said you had a golden retriever named Rogers.”

Barnes’ eyes immediately went wide. “What the fuck, Barton? Shut the fuck up,” he hissed at him before waving one hand in front of his neck in a slicing motion. And, Clint knew that look all too well.

“Bucky!” Someone called from somewhere behind the archer. “Did you tell your teammates that I was a dog?”

Or the one where the Winter Soldier has a secret boyfriend

The one where Steve and Bucky reconnect by chicklette [Stucky, 2,8k words, Mature]

Me to Kat: I really want a fic where Steve and Bucky date while Steve is smol, then they break up, and then reconnect when Steve is big, but Bucky doesn't know he's big, and Steve loves that because he's 100% over people liking him for his new looks.

Kat: And you're not writing this why?

Me: *grumble.* fine.

Keep You Like An Oath by attackofthezee (noxlunate) [Stucky, 2k words, Teen]

The kid, sounding possibly more indignant than anyone Bucky’s ever heard before says, “It’s not like I throw the first punch! I just maybe, possibly, throw the second.”

Bucky thinks three things:

‘Oh shit, that’s my soulmate.’

‘Jesus christ, maybe don’t use your face as a fist if you’re gonna punch people.’

And ‘Oh my fucking god, that’s my soulmate.’

In which everyone is born with the first words they'll hear their soulmates say written on their skin, and of course Bucky and Steve are each other's.

you can write it on your arm by luninosity @luninosity [Stucky, 3,1k words, Mature]

In a bookstore in D.C., Steve Rogers is signing copies for fans. Bucky Barnes comes to find him.

I have walked through the valley by liionne [Stucky, 8,5k words, Teen]

"Listen, I'm on a very tight schedule here, I don't have time to talk to idiots--"

"Okay, fine, then I'll just hang onto your weird three headed dog thingy then, shall I?" Steve snaps.

"Cerberus?"

"That's what the tag says." Steve mutters.

"Who even is this?" Steve asks, feeling exhausted from the entire conversation.

"James Buchanan Barnes." The voice - James - answers. "Lord of the Underworld. Owner of Cerberus. I'll see you in three days, Steve."

Steve finds a puppy on a post-graduation road trip. It spirals from there.

🔒 after hours by brideofquiet [Stucky, 7,2k words, Explicit]

None of it’s exactly how Bucky pictured working for a chef he’s admired since he was a teenager, from the food style to the fucking—but he likes it. Wouldn’t trade it.

Off The Record by Brenda [Stucky, 9,1k words, Explicit]

"This is a serious coup, James. Steve Rogers has never sat down with a member of the press and given an interview. Ever. Do you know how rare that is for the fourth-string star on a cable reality show, much less the biggest movie star in the world?"

One-On-One Exclusive by Brenda [Stucky, 2,3k words, Teen]

"Steve, come on, there's no way to tell this story without making myself part of it. Without talking about this. Us," Bucky emphasized, waving his hand between them.

"Isn't that sort of the point?"

"A good reporter never makes themself the focus of the story."

"Except, in this case, you sort of are."

break loose of loss and longing by victoria_p (musesfool) [Stucky, 3,5k words, General]

"What do you think of the speculation that you and Steve Rogers were lovers?"

"What? Who thinks that? I don't think about that. Why would I think about that?"

maybe bi guy by obsessivereader [Stucky, 3,3k words, Mature]

Steve: i saw that guy again. i think i’m not as straight as i thought i was

Unknown number: i hate to tell you this but you got the wrong number pal. but hey, i’m bi. i’ve been there. i can talk you through it if you want

---

Or Steve embarks on a journey of self-discovery assisted by a helpful stranger who likes to make really bad puns

You can't hurry love by obsessivereader [Stucky, 8,5k words, Explicit]

“Jesus!” Steve hurries forward. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Before he’s even halfway into the room, the man’s already on his feet and turning around. He has a face as perfect as his ass. High forehead, square jaw, pink lips with a hint of a natural pout. Short, wavy, dark brown hair. His wide, deep-set eyes are a clear and luminous gray. Those eyes widen as the man takes in the sight of Steve staring at him.

Something about that wide-eyed, slightly nervous look catches at Steve’s memory. “Bucky?”

Steve remembers a shy, sweet teenager, with soft round cheeks, eyes too big for his face, and a wild head of hair. If this really is Bucky, some time in the last few years, he grew into his face and is now so gorgeous that Steve’s having a little trouble breathing. The lean, toned body beautifully displayed by a black shirt and gray pants don’t help the breathing situation either.

“You… have a beard now,” Bucky says faintly.

or, Bucky finally gets to do something about his decades-long crush on his best friend's older brother…

Seven Is A Lucky Number by vespertineflora [Stucky, 1,9k words, Explicit]

Bucky's already noticed that the super soldier serum seems have some unintended side effects, and he makes a promise to Steve to prove just how much it enhances certain activities.

🌻 Misplaced Pencils by Somanywords @somanywords [Stucky, 13,4k words, Teen]

“Ma, I’m going to start drawing,” Steve says.

“Are you now?” she asks interestedly, sitting across from him. “What kinds of things will you draw?”

He stares at his spoon, giving the question the full attention it deserves. “…Things every artist should know how to draw,” he starts slowly. His Ma nods. “Things that are interesting to me…and Things that are beautiful,” he finishes.

Or, Steve and drawing throughout the years. Also Bucky.

Coney Island Sunset by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy (hutchabelle) @buckybarnesdeservestobehappy [Stucky, 1k words, Teen]

Childhood best friends Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers spend a lot of time knocking around Brooklyn together. One summer day, they while away the day at Coney Island, and Bucky makes the best decision of his life.

🌻 you're not my homeland anymore by emilywithoutY @between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place [Stucky, 65k words, Teen]

"Here's the truth: when you were leaving you kissed me in the kitchen, angry, red-faced, crying. I pushed you away when I wanted to swallow you whole, burn you into my skin, press you into the hollows of my bones, until your cells became a part of me.

How's that for a secret?

I said I wouldn't ask you for anything more, but I'm a greedy bastard. So I'll ask you for this: not forgiveness, but a goodbye, if you can give it to me."

The ghost of Bucky Barnes turns to keep walking down the next floor of stairs as Steve finally gets his mouth working.

"Bucky."

The ghost turns around.

Or, it's the age old tale: Two boys grow up together in Brooklyn, inseparable until they are torn apart by death and war. This, our story, starts in 1990. But the truth for some people is that, no matter the universe or timeline, fate has a way of reuniting them with the ghosts of their past.

🌻 Pisces Season by dreamsinthewitchouse @dreamsinthewitchouse [Stucky, 6,4k words, Teen]

Unlike Bucky, Steve can’t get drunk because of what the serum did to his metabolism, but he still likes beer, and Bucky knows it’s because he likes the simplicity of it, likes remembering how drinking it used to feel, before the war. He watches Steve lift a bottle to his mouth, take a swig, teeth flashing.

Steve’s let his hair grow out a bit, which is a pretty great look on him, but the truth is that every single version of Steve, ever, has made something in the bottom of Bucky’s stomach twist into an unsolvable knot.

Bucky knows he’s probably got what Natasha calls his smitten kitten look plastered all over his face, but just then he’s way past caring since it's Steve, now looking back at Bucky across the room, mouth curled in a smile.

Or:

The one in which Bucky and Steve live happily ever after with their Avengers family and nothing hurts (and Bucky snacks and naps a lot). Also, it’s Bucky’s 101st birthday.

#stucky #stevebucky #r's reading log #my reading log #fic rec #fic recs #stucky fic rec #steve rogers x bucky barnes

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portaltothevoid · 2 years

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Foolin’ (7/20) // eddie munson x ofc

Summary: Kat and Robin arrive at the party. After a few drinks, Kat ends up getting into a fight, only to be taken out of it by the one person she was trying to find.

Warnings: blood, fighting, drinking, mention of harder drugs, smoking weed, smoking while driving,

Word count: 2k

Tag list: @munchabunch @morphie316sims @madaboutmunson @riffcrusader @michele131

Robin swiftly got into Kat’s car, buckling her seatbelt. “Hey Kat!” She said enthusiastically.

“Hey Robin! Under the seat there’s a bunch of tapes, pick whatever you want.” Kat smiled. It had been a bit since she had been able to talk to Robin. She shuffled through tapes before saying “Ah-ha! Now this is music,” as she popped it into the tape deck. “Well, this first track isn’t my favorite, but this album is great.” Robin gushed as the first track of David Bowie’s Scary Monsters and Super Creeps album started.

“Yeah I definitely would have guessed you’d be a Bowie fan.” Kat said with a light laugh.

“I was surprised to see it actually.”

“I just love music in general. I don’t let anything like how I dress or people I’m around dictate that, you know? Nonconformist and all that.”

“Totally.”

“Hey never know, I bet I could make a Metallica fan outta you. Just gotta give it a try.”

“Well, I don’t know about that. I mean, there’s just so much going on in those songs. It kinda just makes my brain go funny?”

Kat laughed. “Alright, that's understandable.”

“Hey speaking of that, I see you’re sitting with Dustin’s club there. The one that’s led by that Eddie Munson guy. Thought you were the loner type.”

“You know Dustin?” Kat asked curiously.

“Yeah he’s like best friends with Steve and this past summer, we worked at this place in the mall called Scoops. Dustin would come in all the time and I helped them crack this code and we just bonded, really. That was before the, uh, mall burned down and stuff. But, uh, anyway, w-what made you decide to sit with those guys?”

“Oh, no, no. They all sat around me at my table. I made no effort whatsoever to go sit with them. Let me just get that clear. Eddie is just…persistent. It was getting tiring trying to keep him away, so I thought it would be easier to humor him.”

Robin nodded her head, but had a pensive look on her face. “Well, for what it’s worth, Dustin does speak highly of him. It’s kinda funny though, whenever he talks about him, Steve gets this slight twitch in his eye, like he’s jealous or something.”

“He’s just so annoying though! No matter how many times I say it, he just will not leave me alone. I’ve never seen anyone so hellbent on being friends with me.”

“Can’t say I blame him. I mean, I don’t know him, like, at all. Not to judge some books by their covers, but it does seem like you two would have a lot in common.”

“Ugh. The bright side is at least I know where to go for weed. I’m almost out. Not that I want to go to him. Just seems like…he’s the go-to guy for that.”

Robin snorted. “Yeah he’s the guy a lot of people go to. Might be the only guy, I don’t know. Don’t usually partake in that, but, yeah. He doesn’t have the best reputation, but like I said, Dustin really looks up to him, so, take that for what it’s worth.” Before Kat could say anything about Eddie, she pulled onto the street of the party. Figuring out where it was by all the cars scattered around the street.

“So I guess this is it?”

“Yep. And there’s Steve’s car over there, so he’s here. We can just mingle with his group.” Kat’s eyes scanned around the cars to try to find a rust colored van, but came up empty handed. She hoped getting a few drinks in her would ease her mind and let her relax for a night and simply have fun.

“Uh, is everyone from school here?” Kat asked, getting out of the car. Robin just shrugged. The music was blaring from inside the house. Kids strewn about on the front lawn, backyard, all in various groups, wherever they could congregate. Kat was starting to regret her decision to even come to this party.

The girls pushed through people trying to find Steve, finally finding him playing beer pong with a few other people. “Hey! There they are! Reset the game!” Steve cheered as they got up to the table. After a few rounds of the game, Kat found herself loosening up and became more relaxed, allowing herself to enjoy being at this party. She soon found herself in need of something stronger than beer.

Kat excused herself from Robin and Steve’s group. Eventually she found the kitchen with a multitude of bottles of alcohol littering the countertops. She grabbed a small solo cup and a bottle of whiskey, filling it about halfway. Just as she was about to head back to the beer pong table, out of the corner of her eye she swore she caught a glimpse of a Dio jean jacket rushing outside. Taking a sip of her drink she turned towards the back door and out into the yard.

The cool October air felt refreshing on her rosy cheeks. She scanned the area trying to find out where the person she wanted to see went. Rounding the corner of the house, she collided with someone, spilling almost all of her drink.

“God dammit,” she muttered. “I’m sorry! Lost in my own world,” she laughed, then squinted to see who she actually ran into. “Second thought, no I’m not. Fuck off, Jason.”

“Why don’t you watch where you’re going, you freak.”

“Oh no! My feelings! They’re just sooo hurt.” Kat put a hand across her forehead, mocking like she was going to faint. “Save it for someone who cares, asshole.” She looked into her cup before downing whatever was left of her drink before tossing it over her shoulder and moving around him.

“Looks like your parents were right to ship you off here. You really like your parties, huh?” Kat froze in her tracks and slowly turned to face Jason. Rage rising inside of her.

“What did you just say to me?”

“I know why you’re here. Your aunt is friends with my mom and, boy, does she like to talk about you. She feels sorry for you, you know. I mean, flunking out of your junior year because you couldn’t keep it in your pants and your nose out of the blow? It’s no wonder you’re hanging around that other freak, Munson. You two would make quite th–” Before Jason could utter another syllable, Kat balled her fist up, picturing him being frozen in place, and swung at his face making a direct impact with his nose. He was completely blindsided, losing his balance and falling to the ground. Fury enveloped Kat as she took advantage of Jason’s fall. She began hurling her fists into him, one after the other. She wasn’t sure if it was his blood on her hands, or her own. It wasn’t until she felt her arms get hooked behind her that she broke out of her trance. Jason rolled over and groaned.

“Alright that’s enough of playing the hero for one night.” Kat wasn’t sure what was happening, her legs kicking at the ground as she was dragged away from Jason, who still had yet to realize what had happened himself. She began thrashing at whoever was smart enough to drag her away.

“Let go of me! What the fuck!” She yelled.

“Keep it down! Do you want his friends to come after you right now?! Because they will. And you are not going to like it when you become their new target.” It was then that Kat recognized the voice that was whispering in her ear. “Where are your keys?”

“In…In my pocket.” Kat stammered as she fished them out, handing them over.

“Ok, good. Now, where is your car?”

“You can’t drive my car, you’ve been drinking.” Kat’s accusation was met with a laugh.

“Nowhere near as much as you, m’lady.”

Kat huffed. “I don’t remember, it’s by some bushes? It’s…it’s by Steve’s!” Kat mumbled.

“Harrington’s?”

“Yeah? Duh.”

“How do you kn– Never mind. We have to get out of here, like now, man.”

“I like movies, hello, why else would I talk to Steve?” Kat was painfully aware of the hand around her waist, guiding her to the front yard and down the driveway. As they reached the road, Kat said dreamily, “Oh there she is! See? I found it!”

“Good job, Kat. Now get in so we can get the hell outta here.” He said sternly. Kat did as she was told, even buckling her seat belt. “Always wanted to be the getaway driver.” She heard a laugh next to her, but she was too busy staring at her bloodied hands as the tires of her mustang burned rubber down the street. It was then she erupted into a fit of laughter. “Okay, what’d I miss? What’s so funny?”

“I…beat up…Jason…Carver!” Kat said between bursts of laughter. “I beat up Jason Carver.” She was practically doubled over in her seat. When she finally calmed down, the reality of what had happened and what she had done started to set in. “Oh my god, Eddie, I beat up Jason Carver. Why the fuck did I beat him up? Oh god, this is really bad. This is bad isn’t it?” Kat said with panic rising in her voice.

“I don’t know yet. He was pretty drunk, not as drunk as you, but… He might make up a story that he fell or some shit.” Kat giggled to herself, amused again at the thought of the fight.

“I still say it’s a cause to celebrate!” She said triumphantly as she dug into her center console searching for her cigarette tin filled with joints. “God dammit, my car stash is gone. Well after this guy is gone. Where the hell is my lighter…?” She fumbled around looking for her lighter, while Eddie reached into his pocket, pulling out his and lighting it for her. “Why thank you, good sir.” She said as she lit the joint and inhaled deeply. Upon her exhale, she offered it to Eddie, which he took, rolling the window down a bit with it hanging onto the side of his mouth.

“You should crack your window a bit.”

“What, you don’t want to hotbox my car?” She laughed as she then rolled her window to match his, taking the joint from him as when she was done.

“I’m all for hotboxing, but not when I’m saving you from sudden ridicule.”

“You’re no fun.” She pouted, blowing smoke in his face. For whatever reason that made her laugh. “Where are we going anyway?”

“Back to my place, so you can sober up.”

“But what about your van? Isn’t it somewhere near the party?”

He shook his head. “I rode with Gareth. Why are we listening to Bowie?”

“Robin picked it. Hang on, let me pick something…more your speed…maybe. I don’t know, I want to listen to this.” Kat said as she shuffled her tapes around looking for the one she had in mind. She chose Breaking the Chains by Dokken. “So excited for their next album. It’s supposed to come out the day after my birthday next month on the nineteenth. They’re one of my favorite bands from back home. Super nice dudes.” Kat mused as she closed her eyes and swayed to the music, her high finally hitting her. Eddie glanced over at her and smiled to himself. He loved seeing her laid-back like this and with her guard down ever so slightly.

A few moments of comfortable silence passed. Kat looked down at her hands again. “Damn, my knuckles are gnarly,” she remarked. Eddie pulled into his spot next to his van.

“Alright well, let’s get you cleaned up then.” He cut the engine and got out of the car. Kat felt like she was moving in slow motion so Eddie trotted around her car to open the door for her. That made Kat roll her eyes. “Oh how chivalrous of you.”

“Always for you, m’lady.” He said as he put his hand on her lower back to guide her into his trailer. “Right this way, the fortress awaits,” he gestured gallantly as he ushered her inside.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x ofc #robin buckley #stranger things #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic #eddie munsion x oc #eddie munson angst #eddie munson slow burn

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nothing-but-dreamy · 3 years

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SECRET LOVE

Pairing: DBH!Connor X OC!Character

Words: 3.636

Warnings: smut, dominance (nothing too heavy), slightly rough Connor

Summary: Kat is a detective of the DPD and secretly dating one of her colleagues for a few weeks. After a long day, the only thing she is yearning for is a nice evening with her boyfriend to forget about all the idiots in the world. But sometimes ‘nice’ is not the wanted thing.

02. January 2039

05:26:07 PM

… and the only thing Kat wanted was a coffee, a hot shower, pizza and maybe watching a movie… But instead she pushed a junky around she had arrested thirty minutes ago as he was dealing nearby an elementary school.

The junky grunted as he stumbled forward, a bit clumsy on his feet, “Come on, sweetheart, be a bit more cautious with me. There is still a chance for the two of us to work out. I mean after everything we went through so far.”

“I don’t think so, asshole.”, Kat muttered and pushed the guy further through the department to put him finally into one of the detention cells. It was a pity that the cells had electrical doors nowadays, otherwise, she just could throw the key away.

“But darling-”

“Shut the fuck up and move.”, Kat spitted and pushed him around once again.

“You need help there, hon?”, Gavin asked with a lopsided smirk while he leant casually against his desk with crossed arms and legs.

Kat rolled with her eyes. That was another asshole she didn’t need right now. Not after such a long day. “No, thanks, I’m fine. There’s no need for you to get your hands dirty.”, Kat fired back.

“Oh, but Kat, I would love to get my hands dirty...with you. If you just could read my mind right now-”

“Then, I’m sure, I would puke straight into your ugly face.”, Kat hissed and was happy to reach the detention cell and to leave Gavin, the biggest asshole of the DPD, behind. Kat pushed the junky into the cell and closed the door with the scan of the palm of her hand.

“But, baby. You can’t leave me alone here. I’m afraid of the dark.”, the junky said with a disgusting smirk.

Kat closed her eyes, breathed in and counted to five to calm herself. She really needed the end of the work day or … her boyfriend.

“Hey, Chris! Where's Hank?”, Kat asked as she stopped by the abandoned desks of Hank and Connor. Neither the Lieutenant nor the android were around.

“They brought a suspect in ten minutes ago. I guess they’re still in the interrogation room.”, Chris answered and turned back to his own work. Kat considered if she should just wait til they were done or if she should visit them. She looked quickly around, her eyes fell on Gavin who spoke to a colleague. If he would see her sitting around alone, he would come over to her - the last thing she wanted.

So, Kat decided to sneak into the interrogation room. An officer sat at the desk and controlled the camera and the microphone. Hank sat next to him and observed the interrogation room through the one-way mirror. Kat closed the door softly but Hank noticed her nevertheless. He greeted her with a quick nod before he looked back ahead to his partner.

Kat knew about their latest case. An android had killed its owner and they had searched for it for a while. Since the successful revolution, these kinds of attacks were rare but they happened from time to time. Hank and Connor were still assigned to these cases and now, as they had found the suspect, it was Connor’s turn to question the android.

Connor wore still his grey jacket and his typical white suit shirt underneath but the android markings were gone. The blue band around his arm and the android label on his back were both removed. He was no longer property of CyberLife but he got used to the style of clothes, so he had decided to keep them. Even the black tie was still around his neck. Kat liked to watch the android no matter what he did.

That was one of the reasons why she had said yes as Connor had asked her out several weeks ago. He had been nervous as hell, Kat had seen it in his eyes and his insecure expression but she had said yes and till now, it was the best decision she had ever made when it came to men. To date an android was interesting and new. She had expected it to be more awkward but there was nothing that felt uncomfortable with him.

Connor was extremely nice, the complete difference to all her ex-boyfriends before. He acted as a real gentleman and treated her right. Always. Til this day, Kat didn’t regret getting into a relationship with Connor. But they kept it secretly to avoid any unwanted attention - mostly of Gavin who already had made it to his personal mission to torture Connor whenever he could. It is not for nothing that Kat always called him Detective 'douchebag' Reed.

Kat enjoyed watching Connor interview a suspect. She had seen it several times before but each time, she was amazed by his skill to get a confession. Sure, his analyzing program was helpful to find clues before the suspect even spoke a word but it was for his special ability to piece these information together in no time that made the difference.

"Is this the android who killed its owner? Have you found it finally?", Kat asked curiously. Hank nodded.

"At least, that's what the eye witnesses said. They saw it running away but it came back one night. Maybe Connor will get something out of it.", Hank explained and Kat was sure the android would be successful. She was glad that she came to the right moment.

Connor sat across the suspect, an MC500 model. An android for paramedic purposes. The victim had been a dealer, maybe there was a connection. But this one android was rigged up with dirty skin and clothes which were damaged. This model reminded Kat always of a Ken-like guy but this one seemed to be living on the street or it had experienced some bad times.

Connor considered the best approach. He considered a friendly way to gain his trust but the android in front of him seemed to have experienced a few rough things so, maybe, it wouldn't be impressed by kindness and wouldn't fall for it. The android's right arm was covered with deep scars which were glowing blue and even its chest seemed to be damaged, visible through the shrewd fabric. The best way would be a more aggressive one. Maybe if he would scare it, it would talk more easily.

Kat watched how Connor skimmed through the case file and the pictures with his long, slender fingers. She saw him stopping at some pictures, probably searching for the right way to start.

Several minutes passed before Connor looked at the handcuffed android. "What's your name?", Connor asked directly to start the interview slowly. His smooth voice sounded like honey and Kat was looking forward to seeing her boyfriend doing his job. After this rough day of chasing a junky through half of Detroit’s city, she needed some eye candy.

"So, you want to stay silent, huh?", Connor said and stood up more aggressively than necessary. With crossed arms, he walked around the table and towered above the other android. He looked down at it with a stern expression. His brows were drawn together and his brown eyes were gleaming darkly. Suddenly, Connor freed his hands and slammed them violently on the metal surface of the table. The booming sound echoed through the interrogation room and Kat jumped a little. Surprised, she watched how Connor lowered towards the android to be on the same level while he was still towering him.

"Just because androids aren't slaves anymore doesn't mean that you can run around and kill humans.", Connor grunted deeply. "You're accused of murder,", he said low but threatening, "Crimes like this will be punished. You hear me?", Connor asked, still very threatening.

With huge eyes, Kat watched how Connor grabbed the android by its collar to pull it up to his eye level.

"Do you hear me? I swear you will be sent back to CyberLife." he threatened. "They will switch you off and tear you apart piece by piece!", he screamed into the android's face. The android winced and shuddered. But Connor just tightened his grip on the fabric. "You're just a fucking murderer! A cold blooded piece of shit who killed an innocent human!", Connor spat poisonously and let the android drop back on its chair.

With an open mouth, Kat looked shocked at Connor who had cursed in front of her for the first time. He acted aggressive. He screamed. He became physical. She had never seen him like this before. Her mind was racing to process what she had seen and heard. His voice was dark, deep and demanding. He was dominant and the boss in this room who showed off his power. Kat was speechless and became… turned on.

"I… I don't want to be destroyed…", the android whispered weakly.

But Connor didn't seem to be impressed. Instead, he waited and stared down at the android unemotional. He waited a few more moments before he slammed his hands on the surface again. "I don't care what you want! The victim also didn't have a chance to decide if he wanted to die or not. You took that chance from him!", Connor said low but powerful.

This low voice shot goosebumps down Kat's spine.

"But just because he attacked me first!", the android screamed back desperately to explain himself and that was the breaking point. Connor sat back on his place across the android and listened to the confession. Hank was also listening but Kat had difficulties to follow the interrogation. Several times, she tried to concentrate but her mind was always drifting back to the demanding voice and rough behavior of Connor.

Kat felt that something rose inside her. She knew the hot feeling that rose deep in her core all too well. And she knew the reason behind that feeling: Connor. Connor had turned her on so much with his aggressive way that she wasn't able to concentrate anymore.

Kat sneaked out of the room. Neither Hank nor the officer had noticed her disappearance. In the hallway, she leant against the wall next to the door and stemmed her hands into her sides. She tried to calm her thoughts but intense pictures were running in front of her eyes and fueled her lust even more. Her mind was running wild.

Several minutes later, the door opened and awoke Kat from her trance. The officer left the room with the android and Hank by its side. Connor followed them. Kat grabbed Connor by his arm to pull him towards her.

"Oh, hey, Kat- what's wrong?", Connor asked, concerned as he saw Kat's dark eyes.

But she just dragged the puzzled Connor after her, down the hallway and slipped into the next available room.

"That's the male bathroom, Kat.", Connor explained softly but she pressed her hand over his mouth.

"I don't care.", Kat said low. She saw the confusion in Connor's eyes. "I saw you. During the interrogation. What was that?"

"What do you mean?", Connor asked with a raised brow.

"You were cursing! You were aggressive and dominant. I had no idea you could be like this!"

"It was a tactic to approach the suspe-", Connor explained matter of factly.

Kat stopped him from speaking once again. "I don't care, Connor. You turned me extremely on with this behavior and for ten minutes, I can't think of anything else than how you acted in this room.", Kat whispered low but heavy. Connor noticed her aroused manner. Slowly, Kat removed her hand from his mouth.

"So, you liked that, huh?", Connor asked low and straightened himself to his full height.

Kat nodded slowly with a lopsided smirk. She moved her hands up and down his chest but Connor reacted quickly.

He grabbed her wrists and pressed her against the door with his lower body while he shoved her hands above her head. "You like it rough, baby girl?", he asked with a deep voice and dark eyes. Connor watched how she gnawed on her lower lip while she was nodding. Connor lowered his head but stopped inches from her lips to tease her. Kat tried to escape his hands but he just tightened the grip. Only then, he crashed his lips on hers for a hungry kiss.

Kat moaned and arched her back to greet his chest with her breasts. Connor understood the hint and changed his grip around her hands. With one hand, he held both of her wrists while he stroked along her side with his right hand. Teasingly and very slowly, he slid his fingers down her ribcage to her hip. Then, he slipped underneath her shirt and stroked up to her chest. Kat's breath quickened as Connor reached her breast to squeeze it softly. Kat enjoyed it and let her head fall back against the door.

Connor took the chance and bit into her neck with the right amount of pressure to make her moan again.

"Connor…", she whispered raspy with closed eyes.

"Yes? What can I do for you?", he asked but his voice was filled with dominance.

"I- I need you…", she breathed low and Connor released her hands. Kat took the opportunity and dug her fingers into his soft hair. She looked into his eyes. A cheeky smirk played on his lips. Before Kat could say anything, Connor grabbed her ass, raised her up and brought her over to the sink to place her there on top. Kat snaked her legs around his waist, grabbed his tie and pulled him down to kiss him passionately. Both his hands worked his way up and down her body while Kat rolled her hips against him to increase the friction.

Connor dug his fingers into Kat's long, braided hair and pulled her head back to get a good spot on her neck. He kneaded her breast and played with her hardened nipple through the fabric which caused her to moan his name once again. He kissed up and down her neck before he bit down.

"Uh… not that strong…", Kat cried out but her voice was filled with pure lust.

"I just want to make sure that you know that you're mine. And only mine.", Connor whispered husky against her skin.

"I.. I'm just yours, Connor.", Kat admitted raspy.

"Well, that didn't sound very convincing.", Connor said and stepped back from Kat who was already a mess. Her hair was tousled, her lips were swollen and her clothes askew.

As she saw Connor stepping away from her, she was shocked. Kat jumped from the sink and stepped forward to reach him but Connor stepped back until she stopped.

"Turn around.", Connor commanded low. His eyes held an arrogant expression.

"W-what?", Kat asked, confused. She was overwhelmed by the situation. By his dominant way and his strong voice.

"I said, turn around!", he said, more demanding than before.

Kat followed his instructions. She turned around and stood in front of the mirror. She looked at herself and untied her hair because the braided tail was already disheveled. Connor closed up to her from behind. And Kat watched him through the mirror coming closer.

"Look at me!", Connor said deeply into Kat's left ear. Just his voice shot goosebumps down her spine and she shuddered, already filled with lust. Connor towered behind her and stroked over her hips to the button of her jeans to open it. He opened the zipper slowly to slip his right hand inside.

Kat's knees started to wobble as she felt Connor's hand slowly moving forward down her slip. As he touched it, Kat felt how soaked the fabric already was.

"Oh, you're really in this mood, aren't you, baby girl?", Connor whispered.

Kat nodded while she bit down on her lower lip. She squirmed against his chest the longer he teased her over the fabric. As Kat started to roll with her hips to grind her ass against him, Connor moved his hand underneath the fabric of the soaked slip. Kat cried out with relish as she felt Connor's fingers sliding between her folds. He stopped his moves and placed his other hand over her mouth.

"You have to be more quiet or someone will hear us. If you're too loud I fear I have to stop. Got it?", Connor asked and removed his hand slowly to move it down to her neck. His long fingers were laying softly around her throat. "Say it!", he demanded with his lips sliding on the outer rim of Kat's ear.

"I have to be more quiet. Please, continue…", Kat begged desperately what caused Connor to grin.

He waited a few more seconds and concentrated on Kat's rapid heartbeat and her erratic pulse caused by him. Her chest was moving uneven and she was shuddering against him. Very slowly, Connor slipped two of his fingers back into her. Kat's hot core was dripping wet and his fingers were covered in seconds. "You feel that?", Connor whispered as he pushed his fingers a bit deeper inside her.

"Y-yes…", Kat nodded and whimpered low to stay quiet.

Connor looked Kat in the eyes through the mirror. "That's me inside of you, Kat.", he said smirking and pushed deeper. "I know how much you love my hands on your body.", he said low and moved his left hand to her breast to knead it slowly. "And my fingers inside of you like this.", he continued and pumped into her again.

Each time he did that, Kat shuddered more and more. She felt her core tightening.

Connor noticed that she was close, so he removed his hand a bit to extend the moment. "Kat", Connor said to get her attention, "Tell me you're mine.", he demanded, breathing against her ear. She looked him straight in the brown eyes which were sparkling darkly.

"I-I'm yours…", Kat whispered low between two heavy breaths.

"I can't hear you. What did you say, baby girl?", Connor asked innocently. But his dark voice compared with the nickname gave her goosebumps again.

"I'm just yours, Connor.", Kat said more clearly.

"Exactly, you are just mine! No one else is allowed to touch you! Got it?", Connor said as a statement and Kat had to obey.

"I said: got it?", Connor asked again, smirking and slipped his hand back down her slip.

"Yes…", Kat breathed husky as she felt Connor's long, slender fingers deep inside of her.

"Repeat it! I want to hear it from your sweet lips.", Connor commanded and pumped rhythmically into her in the way Kat liked the most.

"I-I'm just yours. No one else is allowed to touch me…", Kat repeated breathless.

"Good, baby girl. Now, would you like me to finish you?", he whispered raspy into her ear. He looked Kat straight into her lust filled eyes with a devilish smirk.

"Yes, please. I- I can't take it anymore.", she begged and watched the lopsided smirk growing bigger on his lips.

Connor adjusted the position of his hand and rubbed along her clit while his fingers were pumping steadily into her.

Kat's breath fastened, she closed her eyes while she leant her head back against his chest.

"Fuck damnit, Connor...", Kat moaned raspy as he pumped to her climax.

"Kiss me!", Connor demanded.

Kat's mind was spinning but she managed to turn her head to the right.

Connor crashed his lips on hers in the same moment Kat cried out because of the orgasm washing over her. He continued his moves to intensify the feeling for her even more.

As she stopped being too loud, he left her lips and watched her amazed how she enjoyed her satisfaction with closed eyes.

Kat was still jerking as he removed his hand from her slowly. She leant against the sink to catch her breath. As she was slowly recovering, her heartbeat slowed down and she straightened herself to smooth her clothes.

"Was it good?", Connor asked and smirked as he watched Kat coming clear.

"You have outdone yourself, babe.", Kat said smiling but still a bit breathless. She walked over to her boyfriend and kissed him lovely while she flung her arms around his neck.

"I had no idea you could be like that."

"Yeah...but if I shall be honest, I would like to keep that in the interrogation room.", Connor admitted.

"Well...but from time to time…", Kat said with a wink and let the sentence unspoken.

Connor chuckled, cupped her chin to raise it so he could meet her lips for another sweet and caring kiss.

"I will see you at home?", Connor asked low. Kat looked into his soft brown eyes and nodded.

"Yeah, I'm already looking forward to it.", Kat answered and checked her appearance in the mirror. She smoothed her hair one last time before she went to the door to step out. "Watch it, dipshit!", Kat snapped as she left the bathroom. She pushed Gavin aside who looked confused at her as he was about to enter the restroom.

"Wrong restroom, you idiot!", Gavin called out and shook his head. Kat's only response to him was showing her middle finger while she went into the kitchen for a coffee. Gavin was about to open the door to the restroom once again as the next person stepped out and almost crashed into him.

"Watch i-", Gavin started but stopped as he noticed Connor in front of him who fixed the knot of his tie while he walked through the door.

"Detective Reed.", Connor said politely with a nod and passed a speechless looking Gavin to go back to his desk.

"But- what the hell.", he muttered, confused before he entered the restroom finally.

#dbh connor #dbh #connor #detroit connor #connor dbh #detroid become human #detroit become human connor #detroit become human #dbh connor x reader #smut #smutday #rough #rk800connor #detroit become human rk800 #rk800 #connor rk800

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cherryriotcrash · 3 years

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Like a River.

So shut your mouth and run me like a river. Shut your mouth, baby, stand and deliver. Holy hands, will they make me a sinner?

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Summary: The elephant in the room gets addressed.

Chapter Warnings: Friends with benefits, kitchen hookup, sexual tension, fingering, coitus interruptus, almost getting caught, Katsuki has a massive cock.

18+ | Minors and ageless blogs DNI

All characters depicted are mid 20s or older.

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“Kats, it’s been a week. We’re gonna have to talk about it.

“About what? You stealing my shirt again?”

“ 'Suki, you are not stupid and never have been, which means you’re really bad at playing stupid.”

“You didn’t meet me at UA then. I was a fuckin idiot.”

You hide your laugh in a cough and try to keep your face straight, but Katsuki doesn’t miss the way the corners of your mouth turn up just slightly, ignores the palpitation your amusement brings him and turns back to the breakfast he’s making for the two of you. This past week has seen the two of you performing a strange, tiptoeing dance around each other whenever you’re alone. At work—when there are others around, at least—things are normal; those casual touches you grew accustomed to feel the same as they had before, gentle reassurance and comfort.

Alone, however, they felt weighted and careful as if you were gasoline and he was a lit match, where one touch could ignite disastrously and burn everything with it.

You roll your eyes, “Be that as it may, we still can’t keep pretending. That elephant is getting too big for the room.”

He clicks the burner off and moves the pan to a cooler one, “I can see you’re not gonna let this one go. What is there to talk about? We got drunk, I fell off the bed trying to help you in bed, end of story.”

He goes to turn the burner back on, and you reach over from where you’re propped up on the counter and turn it back off, “No, not end of story. You kind of jumped over a major portion of the story.”

“We kissed. It’s no big deal.”

“That…that was not just kissing,” You pulled your shirt collar and bra strap to the side to reveal a small bruise, “The same way this is not just a bruise.”

Katsuki blushed red to the tips of his ears, “Did I?”

“Yes. Yes, you did. Right before you fell off the bed.”

“I’m so—” You cut him off with a wave of your hand,

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it. I said we needed to talk about it. Namely, what the fuck are we doing here?”

Katsuki moved to stand in front of you and placed his hands on your knees, looking on the verge of exploding before exhaling sharply.

“I…have no fucking clue.”

You groaned and Katsuki put his hands on top of his head before dropping them back on your thighs, carefully dodging the hem of your shorts, “I don’t! This is the first time I’ve ever been put into this kind of position.”

“I…I think this should be one of those incidents that doesn’t leave the house.” You swore you saw a flash of hurt cross his face, “Not out of shame! Just until we…figure out what the hell is happening here.”

A silence fell between the two of you for a moment, his fingers drumming two different beats on each of your thighs. Finally, he sighed.

“Yeah. That…that makes sense. Plus, those idiots we befriended would never shut the fuck up about it.”

You let out a breath that you didn’t know you’d been holding, “Okay. I just don’t want you to think it’s—”

“I don’t. I get it. We’re both private people. No need for the world to know what’s happening here.”

Katsuki resumed the drumming of his fingers against your skin until you finally sighed, “How do you do that?”

Katsuki cocked his head to the side, “Do what?”

“You’re doing two separate things with your hands at once.”

He looked down at his hands for a moment and he said, “Huh. I am. You ever hear of hand independence?”

“I feel like you made that up.”

Katsuki snorted, “No, it’s a real thing. Remember how I told you I play the drums? Well that often requires you to do two separate things with each hand, which is hand independence.”

You hummed, that explains a lot.

The drumming stopped. He raised an eyebrow and your eyes widened, “I…said that out loud, didn’t I?”

“Mhm. Explains what?”

Your face heated up, “Uh…it was…something you did last week.”

Katsuki stepped closer, standing between your legs, “Is this okay?”

You nodded dumbly, and his hands slid up your thighs, stopping when you tensed.

“I can stop if you’re uncomfortable. I don’t want to make things weird.”

You paused for a moment, pulse thudding in your ears. You wanted to thread your fingers through his hair and feel soft lips pressed to yours. You wanted calloused fingers leaving burning trails against your skin, the hard planes of his body pressed against the curve of yours, but you clung to the remaining threads of your self-control for a moment, “Are you sure? We haven’t really figured out the thing in the past twenty minutes, and I’m not a one-night stand kind of person.”

“We haven’t, and neither am I, but that doesn’t mean we can’t pick up where we left off. Maybe we’ll find out that we’re okay with being friends with benefits. You know…stress relief. If, you know, you want to.”

“Is the door locked?”

Katsuki pulled out his phone and with a few taps, you heard the distinct ping of the smart lock closing, “It is now.”

“I want to.”

The words fell out before you could stop them, and Katsuki pulled you closer, lips hovering above yours. You closed the gap, hands coming up to his shoulders and threading through soft, wild hair. He trailed his hands up your thighs, fingertips ghosting below the hem of your shorts to draw small, heated circles on soft skin. You sighed contentedly, and Katsuki takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, tongue trailing over every slick surface in your mouth. Your hips rolled forward, and he smirked into the kiss before pulling back. You whined softly, and he moved his hands from your thighs to the soft skin of your waist.

“Back to that hand independence thing, what was it again? I can’t seem to remember.”

You bit your lip and he chuckled, “Don’t get shy on me now. What was it?”

“You, uh…had both hands on my breasts,” heated hands slid upward until he was cupping full breasts, thumb trailing lightly over your nipples and kneading lightly. You gasped and he pressed kisses to your jaw, trailing down to your neck.

“Is this still okay?”

“God, yes.”

He smirked against your skin, “Not god, but I’ll take the compliment. What else did I do?”

“One hand trailed down to undo my pants without the first one sto—” you were cut off by two fingers trailing down to your soft cotton shorts, quickly untying the knot and pulling the waistband to create space for his large hands.

“And then?”

You smiled, “Your drunk ass fell off the bed, and left me curious about what else you could do with your hand independence.”

Katsuki stopped for a moment, pulling you off the counter and turning you around, pressing your back to his chest, pinning you between the counter and himself. One hand wrapped gently around your neck, “Is this okay?”

“Yes. Just don’t pull my hair.”

“Noted.” His other hand trailed down your belly and into your shorts, fingers stuttering for a moment as he realized you weren’t wearing underwear. He drew gentle circles against your clit and chuckled, “No underwear and no bra?”

“I don’t—” You paused to bite back a moan, “I don’t wear them to bed.”

“Hmm. I might have to come say good night more often.”

You shuddered, and he slid his hand further down to drag two fingers through the slick heat between your thighs.

“You’re so wet for me. You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?”

You nodded, rolling your hips down to try to coax his fingers to press into you. He pressed kisses to the side of your neck, trailing down to nip at your shoulders as he sank a digit into your dripping heat, “God you’re fucking tight. How long has it been?”

You struggled to form coherent thoughts as he pushed a second finger into you, “More than three years?”

His hips rolled forward into the curve of your ass, hardened length pressing against you through his sweatpants and your shorts. The hand on your throat slid down to reach under your shirt and paw at your breasts, fingers thrusting faster in and out of you. You whined high in your throat, “ ’Suki…want more.”

“I need to take my time, princess. If I don’t, I’ll tear you in half. Literally.”

He removed his hands from your body and turned you around to face him. He encouraged you to gaze down, and your eyes widened at the bulge caused by his length pressed against his gray sweats before looking back up at him, concerned. He pressed kisses to your forehead, “We can take all the time you need.”

“Can…can we move to the couch or a room or something?”

Katsuki grabbed your ass and hoisted you up, your legs wrapping around his hips out of reflex. He locked his lips to yours, stumbling towards the couch and tumbling both of you down onto the soft cushions. From there, you pulled at the hem of Katsuki’s t-shirt, and he snatched it over his head. You gazed at his exposed torso for a moment, wondering how an actual human could be carved out of marble by the fucking gods before pulling your—his—shirt up. Katsuki grabbed at your hands, pinning them above your head, voice dropping to a growl as he told you to fucking leave it.

Fingers hooked into your waistband and snatched your shorts off before propping your legs up on his shoulders, glancing up at you with lust filled eyes, pupils blown so wide there was only a thin strip of vermillion surrounding the black. He opened his mouth to check in, and you nodded before he could speak, hips rolling to try to close the gap between your bodies.

The minute Katsuki’s thumbs hooked into his sweatpants, the doorknob turned and there was a dull thud as the door caught on the deadbolt. You both shot upright as Eijiro mentioned that he was coming over for Sunday breakfast as usual.

“Kats…please tell me Eiji doesn’t have a guest key.”

Katsuki stared blankly for a second, and you used a small spark to light the candle on the living room table before snatching your shorts up and lightly sprinting up the stairs two at a time as Katsuki unfroze himself. He pulled his shirt over his head and leapt over the couch into the kitchen in time for the lock to beep and flash green.

As the bathroom door clicked shut for you, you heard Kiri, Mina, Denki, and Kyoka bumbling in as Katsuki resumed cooking.

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#god these two need to either touch grass or invest in a better lock #stormfronts and swear jars #sfsj #mha smut #bnha #mha #suki 🧨

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thanx-idonttry · 4 years

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Mineta Being Disrespectful to (Y/N) HC Bakugou/Shinsou/Kirishima/Mirio

Katsuki Bakugou:

Bakugou is a very protective Of you

He loves everything about you like your skin regimen, your hair regimen, and everything you do to take care of yourself.

His secret guilty pleasure is doing facial routines with you and washing your hair. Don’t tell the other students shhh!

He also loves your taste in music, your taste in fashion, he also loves when you dance when you “think” you’re alone.

He also truly loves when you stand your ground against him and his crappy attitude. You shut everything down telling him that you are not the one to be a messed with, and tell him to check his attitude.

You are his queen, and a King should always protect his Queen.

So he basically walks with you everywhere, you only get your alone time when he’s off training.

When he walks with you, he holds your hand and he’s always close to you so other males realize that you are with him. He gives them glares, warning them and basically telling them “Don’t even try it.”

It seems like a Certain purple hair short monster didn’t get the picture.

When Mineta Approached you two in the hallway with a cocky smirk, you and Bakugou realize that you were about to hear some very offensive shit.

“Hey you Beautiful Curvy, Black, ThunderBolt! You know what they say: the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice. Can I get the chance to test that theory?”

Your Face was in pure disgust.

(You know like in Anime their eyes are shadowed over and your lips were a straight line as the background is like a dark blue lol)

Like everything he said to you was so disrespectful that you couldn’t even think of a comeback.

Bakugou grabbed Mineta by the collar of his shirt and pulled him up to the level of his raging eyes.

“Why you 3ft little ingrate! Apologize!!!! Do it now or I will regret the day you were born!” Bakugou threatened.

Mineta, who was shaking in fear, begged for his life and pleaded to the blonde to not unleash his explosive wrath on him.

“Mineta.” You started. “If you ever step to me with that weak ass game or any other game you like to play, I will step on you neck as I pull out your purple orbs until you’re bleeding and probably won’t stop after. Do you hear me you sorry excuse for a hero?!”

Bakugou stared with wide, proud eyes at you. He never seen you like this, and he have to say that he loved it. The whimper that Mineta gave snapped the Blonde back to reality.

Bakugou slammed Mineta against the lockers, giving him the same glare that he gave earlier. “I still didn’t hear an apology.”

Mineta apologized repeatedly, but Bakugou’s grip only got tighter around the grape student. Upset that Mineta KNOWS you to are the rice and still tried to shoot his shot.

“Listen here you little failure of a human, you know (Y/N) are together and you still came up to her flirting. I can’t stand a lot of things you do but what I really hate is the fact that you had thee AUDACITY To do try. If you try this again, Class A will have 1 less student. Got it?!”

Mineta fearfully nodded before Bakugou rolled his ass down the hall like he was a bowling ball. Adding a tiny explosion for extra push.

“I’m so sorry Teddybear..” Bakugou sighed to you. “Don’t apologize Babe, you did nothing but protected me. Thank you for making that runt apologize to me.” You said.

“No problem, but that can we talk about that sexy, angry, dark side of you? I never seen that side of you and I wanna know have I been rubbing off on you?” Bakugou smirked.

You chuckled as you rolled your eyes, you lightly pushed him off you and started heading to lunch.

Hitoshi Shinsou:

Shinsou has always been the laid back type, pretty chill and tamed. Like it’s kinda hard to piss him off.

But if you do want to piss him off, there are a few ways to do so.

Call him a villain because of his quirk. He hates when people misunderstand him and don’t want to try to understand, he will be highly pissed off.

And mess his beautiful (Y/N) A.K.A his Kitty Kat. He treasures the hell out of you, you’re his sunlight to his gloomy days. His sulking lessened when he met you.

He loves laying on your chest as you play in his hair. He loves to hear your heartbeat, he loves how soft and warm you feel. You’re like a dream to him, and hearing your heartbeat makes him realize you’re real.

His favorite pastime with you is letting you braid his hair as you two chat. He feel so lucky to have you.

So imagine how he felt when he was walking to meet you at your locker, and saw you and Mina there, looking creeped out by the short purple pervert.

“How you doing today you nesquik milky chocolate queen?” He said with such a cocky smile. Did he really think that was appropriate?

You and Mina scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Mineta, you better run.” Mina said as she saw your Boyfriend standing there.

Shinsou stood there with a death glare, fist cleaning hard, he was trying so hard not commit murder. How dare he say those to you, his Kitty Kay?! Oh he’s gonna pay.

“Hey Mineta, How’s your day?” Shinsou said in a happy voice.

“Oh it’s going-”

Got him.

“Beat yourself up.” Shinsou command.

While the graped fucker beat himself, and Mina watched and laughed. Shinsou came up to you, putting his arm around your waist, pulling you close. “Are you alright?” Shinsou asked you.

“Yeah, but I think you should stop him before he beat himself into a coma.” You said. “He’ll deserve it.” He said. “Agreed.” Mina said.

“Babe.” You said looking at him, he groaned. “Apologize to (Y/N).” Shinsou demanded Mineta.

“I apologize (Y/N).” Mineta said. “Punch yourself one more time.” Shinsou ordered with a smirk on his face. When the bell rang, Shinsou released his quirk.

Mineta was groaning in pain, Shinsou bent down to his eye level, and looked him dead in his swollen eyes.

His glare was scary, and cold. “Don’t you ever approach my girlfriend like that ever again if you want to continue breathing. Got that Grape Shrimp?” He muffed him then walked back towards you.

“I see I’m going to have to escort you to classes with this grape menace running around.” Shinsou said

“Shinsou that was funny! Can I get you to do that to some people for me?” Mina asked as she walked away with you two

Eijirou Kirishima:

Just like Shinsou, He’s kinda hard to piss off. I mean just look at him! He’s always smiling. (Oh smiley Magee head ass! Ik I love Kiri.)

You and Kirishima was close, meaning you two had feelings that either one of you were afraid to admit. So y’all hang out a lot because y’all like being around each other.

He loves when he listens to your music. You always have the greatest songs from Beyoncé to Chance the Rapper.

Whenever you pass him in the halls or around the dorms, he’ll pause his conversation or whatever he’s doing to come talk to you

And you, always loved talking to him. You loved his fangs whenever he smiled. You two would shyly flirt and talk to each other, you can basically hear Bakugou’s eye rolls.

“JUST FUCKING ASK HER, YA’ PUSSY!” Bakugou yelled from behind. He was tired of Kirishima talking about asking you out but never had the guts to do so.

“Ignore him, so I was wondering-”

Then Mineta came up to ruin this beautiful conversation, like he literally came out of no where.

“Excuse me Kirishima but I have something to say to (Y/N). How you doing, you Hershey Kiss beauty?”

Oh no he didn’t.

“Boy you better come correct when it comes to me!” You held your hand up, about to slap him when Kirishima stopped you.

“Mineta, I’ve put up with your constant creepy hook up line but I refuse for you to hit on (Y/N) like that. It’s not manly at all! Now apologize to (Y/N)!”

“Or what? You’re going to hit me? That’s not like you. That wouldn’t be manly now would it?” Mineta mocked.

That hit a nerve for Kirishima, he took in a deep breath, looked at Bakugou, and signaled him to come over.

“Apologize or Else.” Kirishima said. Mineta, who is unaware of Bakugou being behind him, folded his arms and refused. “Or else what?”

“Or else I’m gonna stomp you into the ground and create grape jelly out of you. You fucking short creepy fuck.” Bakugou said as tiny explosions popped from his hands.

Mineta stood frozen, looking between the three of you guys terrified. “Well, She’s waiting.” Kirishima said.

“That’s not fair! She’s not even your girlfriend!” Mineta whined.

“She is now, and she still hasn’t got her apology!” Kirishima said pulling you close. Butterflies are just flapping in your stomach as he held you in such a protective and claiming way.

“B-But.” Mineta tried.

“Bakugou…” Kirishima said, ready to send his feral friend onto the Grape Trash.

“Fine! Fine! I’m so sorry (Y/N)! I will never do it again! Please don’t send Bakugou on me!” Mineta begged.

“(Y/N) do you accept?” Kirishima asked. Kirishima will sick Bakugou on him If you didn’t.

“I do, but I still want Bakugou to beat him up.” You said. Bakugou smiled wickedly as he started his attack on Mineta.

You and Kirishima started walking away, and you looked at the red head with a cheeky smirk. “So, where we going on our first date since we’re a couple now.”

Kirishima blushed hard, tripping on words, he rubbed the back of his neck. You thought it was so cute. You grabbed his hand, “Don’t worry, I’ll pick the date.”

“No, I’m the guy. So I should show you an amazing time. I think I already know a place.” Kirishima said grabbing your other hand.

Mirio Togata:

The most powerful student in the school.

And he is your boyfriend. And the Best and sweetest boyfriend you could ask for!

Just like Kiri, he’s Smiley Magee! But because he’s so positive, I don’t see him getting angry…

More like Stern seriousness, and when he’s like that, you better take him seriously.

You and him have this game y’all play. Where he pops in randomly, through a wall, ceiling, floor, door to drop some words you probably need to hear.

He isn’t a stalker with it, it doesn’t bother. You think it’s fun, trying to predict where’s he’s going to come from.

He loves popping in on your down time when you just relaxing and being natural. Popping in when you’re watching a movie or tutorials. Helping you learn, while learning himself.

He is a master at putting on False eyelashes and he loves brushing your hair as you talk about your day.

He never invade your space and you get particularly bored when he’s not around. Be looking around, hoping he pops up.

Anyways, back to main thing. You think as a 3rd, certain first years wouldn’t have the balls to talk to you. But One Small Menace thought otherwise.

Here we have Minoru Mineta, trying to shoot his shot with you, not realizing it never even made it in the basket. Especially with the disrespectful pick up line he opened with.

You and your girls were stretching in the yard and when Mineta and Dennis came up to you girls. “ How you are doing! My black thunder beauty?”

You face went complete stale, even his friend knew that wasn’t a way you talk to you or any female period. And he thought he was cute with the nickname because your quirk is Sonic Thunder.

Next thing you know, you see a strong hand come from the ground and grabbed Mineta by the leg. You smiled, you knew that hand! Then instantly, Mirio pops up from the ground like a fucking daisy!

“Is this seriously how you talk to women? Also, you do know (Y/N) is my Girlfriend right?” Mirio asked as he held Mineta by the leg. Mineta started babbling and begging to be put down.

“I don’t like what you said to her, and I suggest you apologize before it really becomes a problem.” Mirio threatened. Then out a small bit of smite, he shook the little shrimp a couple of times.

“I-I-I’m sorry (Y/N)! I never meant to offend you! And please tell him to put me down!” Mineta begged you. You and Mirio had playful smirks on your faces. You two tortured him for a couple more minutes by shaking him, making him dizzy.

“Alright Miri, let the little shrimp go. I think he learned his lesson.” You smirked. As Mirio dropped him, Mineta was a bit Dizzy.

You thwacked him on the head, for your payback. It knocked him down, but not out. So he could still listen.

“You should never approach someone like that ever again, that is somebody’s daughter, somebody’s sister! Treat them like they are humans.” Mirio told him.

You and your friends got up and surrounded Mirio, thanking him. Then you wrapped your arms around him, planting a kiss on his lips, making him blush bashfully.

“You girls wanna hit up a restaurant? I’m pretty sure you want to forget this just happened.” Mirio asked once he cleared his throat, he had to regain strength because you make him so weak.

“Now you know I love me some food!” You beamed to him, he grabbed your hand, smiling back at you as you start telling him how much you missed him.

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lizbotw · 4 years

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Hawks, Bakugou, and Kirishima With a S/O That Has a Kitsune Quirk

Anonymous said:

hello hello !! Can I request some headcannons on how hawks, bakugou, and kirishima would be in a relationship with a fem!s/o that has a Kitsune quirk and fox like traits please? i couldn’t find the rules post so sorry ahead of time if this is anything you’re against doing. 💞

hi! hope you like them ♡ and dw this is something i’m fine with doing!! also, i know you said fem!reader but it came out more so gender neutral so i hope that’s alright!

Takami Keigo (Hawks)

He loves stroking your fur all the time. Even if you try to swat his hand away, he just grabs your arms to stop you so he can go back to doing it.

He just loves teasing you in general and he always has a little smirk on whenever he does it, but he also knows you like it and obviously if you weren’t in the mood he’d know to stop right away—he can read you well so it wouldn’t take him long to realize he should switch into cuddly, comforting boyfriend mode (he especially likes the cuddly part because you’re just so soft).

If he sees any fox plushies in stores when he’s out and about, he’ll show it you and tell you how it looks just like you (he’ll even hold it up next to your face and pretend to do a comparison with a cheeky grin while you try and fail to look annoyed, unable to fight off a smile every time). If you’re not with him, he’ll send you a picture of it and tell you it reminded him of you (he’s always thinking about you honestly), or sometimes he’ll just straight up buy it for you (or do both). Yes, you have way too many fox plushies at home now. (But you also do the same to him so you have way too many bird plushies as well.)

Let him leave the house unsupervised and left up to his own devices and expect quite a few text spams of:

[Keigo sent an image.]

[LOOK AT THIS ONE]

[Keigo sent an image.]

[THIS ONE HAS YOUR EYES???]

[Keigo sent an image.]

[Almost as cute as you 💕]

And once you think it’s finally over and your phone will stop torturing you with its constant buzzing, a few minutes later he’ll text you again. [Babe… don’t be mad but HYPOTHETICALLY how would you feel about sleeping next to five new fox plushies tonight? Once again, HYPOTHETICALLY.]

Reading that, you can literally imagine him saying it as though he was right in front of you with a playful smile on his face, not even the least bit bashful, and badly concealing a shopping bag overflowing with stuffed animals behind his back.

Knowing he already bought them anyway, you have no choice but to agree to the inanimate newcomers that will now be joining in on your cuddle sessions with your boyfriend.

You shake your head in defeat as you text him back that no, you totally wouldn’t mind, and then glance over at the rapidly growing stack of stuffed animals you two already have.

He likes to talk about how you’re perfect for each other because of your quirks and how you make such an amazing “animal duo” or whatever silly name he comes up with that time.

“Please stop googling new nickname ideas, none of are going to catch on.”

Cue camera pan to Keigo typing away on his laptop, furiously searching for an even catchier duo name, tongue slightly sticking out of the side of his mouth in concentration. He doesn’t even look up when you speak, eyes instead lighting up as he reads something. “Okay, so what I’m hearing you say is that you want to see the brand new one I found.”

You’ll probably groan because please, someone help.

“Hey! Don’t give me that look, I know you want to see it.” Aaaaand now he’s pouting which is stupidly cute on someone like him—a pro hero high up on the rankings—and you have to admit you are a little curious. And that’s how you end up giving in and leaning over his shoulder to see what in the world he’s found this time.

(He may also take advantage of the position you two are in now to quickly turn his head to the side and plant a wet kiss on your cheek, lips, jaw—wherever his lips end up really before you can go reeling back from his sneak attack and scolding him while he’s laughing at your expense. Don’t put it past him to cheekily ask for more even after pulling that stunt—spoiler alert: you sigh and agree once again when he pulls out the pouty look for the second time in the last five minutes.)

He loves cuddling with you on the couch when watching a movie, or in bed right before you fall asleep, because your fur is really warm and soft. You should get used to this because even if you manage to roll him off of you, he’ll somehow end up right where he was before. Each and every time.

Buys you cute outfits!!! He goes out of his way to make sure whatever he buys you doesn’t get in the way of you using your quirk while still making sure you look stylish.

(“My baby deserves to look good!”)

(“…Keigo, please, my closet is already overflowing.”)

Tons of gifts related to your quirk. He just thinks it’s so cute. Somehow simultaneously finds both the tackiest and the nicest things ever to give you. The duality means that any time he hands you a gift bag it’s always a gamble as to what’s inside. (“What? I’m just keeping you on your toes! Plus, I thought the fox-themed crocs were pretty cute, I don’t know why you didn’t appreciate them more.)

Overall, he just loves being by your side constantly and always having an arm around you or touching you in some way because you’re soft and fuzzy and he loves showing you off, and he spoils you a lot as well, even if you tell him you already have way more things than you’d ever need.

Bakugou Katsuki

He pretends he doesn’t care about your quirk all that much, but he actually thinks it’s pretty cute and will sometimes absentmindedly stroke your head or play with your fur when you’re just lounging around in his room. If you catch him in the act and ask him about it, he’ll quickly pull his hand away and tell you you were just imagining things.

You know he secretly loves being close to you though, so you’re not afraid to just climb right on top of him when he’s laying down and snuggle into his chest. He’ll probably curse and tell you to get off, but there’s an interesting dilemma that’s always presented:

“Kat, if you want me to get up, you have to stop hugging me first.”

“…fuck no.”

If you’re feeling insecure about your quirk, he’ll be confused because why? You got into U.A. didn’t you? So it’s not like your quirk is terrible or anything.

Yeah, he’s not that great at motivational speeches. But through a lot of cursing and fumbling over his words, he’ll eventually find some way to get it out that he loves your quirk and that you shouldn’t be ashamed of it. Plus, he wouldn’t date a weakling would he? You hit him playfully on the arm when he says that and then he quickly tries to reword it so it doesn’t sound so mean. Please give him a chance.

He loves to intimidate people with his power, but if it’s a class training exercise and he can’t fight whoever you’re up against personally, he’s definitely supporting you because he refuses to lose, even if it’s through you. Cue him screaming words of support from the sidelines and everyone barely containing him from jumping in there and finishing the fight himself because he’s so pumped up.

He also has a lot of respect for your abilities though and has faith in you, so even if you get hit, while he’s still concerned for you, he knows you can take it and will get right back up.

Now, if you get really hurt, he’s the first one to rush to Recovery Girl’s room to check up on you (after first beating up the person who did that to you, of course).

Speaking of this protective side, if anyone makes fun of you their ass is absolutely getting beat!!!

You’ve actually had to stop him a few times from getting into a fight with a group of students he thought were looking at you the wrong way, but you know he’s just looking out for you and find it all pretty funny and endearing.

His rough personality is a perfect contrast to your soft persona (it’s the fur honestly) and everyone at U.A. likes the play on the “opposites attract” trope you two have going on.

Best couple ever honestly because of the pure balance.

Katsuki may not be the best with traditional sweet and caring words, but you understand him better than anyone and anything he does for you you can tell comes from a place of love.

Kirishima Eijirou

#1 fan right here!!!

He thinks it’s cute how you’re so soft and cuddly due to your fox traits while his quirk is all about hardening.

It’s a funny contrast to him but it just makes him want to protect you even more (although he also knows you’re definitely not fragile and can stand up for yourself as well).

If you ever feel insecure about your quirk, you better be prepared to be bombarded with love. He can tell when you’re feeling down and in a school filled with people with so many amazing quirks, he knows what it’s like to sometimes not like yours.

(If he ever falls into a self-loathing spiral, lamenting about how his quirk isn’t as flashy as others, you always know exactly what to say to cheer him up. You’re both each other’s rocks and it strengths your relationship greatly to be so effortlessly open with one another.)

He’s also good with understanding people, no matter what hard exterior they put up (as seen by his friendship with Bakugou), so he makes sure that you feel comfortable around him and are able to talk about any insecurities you’re feeling.

He asks tons of questions about your quirk sometimes because he’s just in awe whenever he watches you, and when you’re cuddling in bed, he likes to stroke your fur (also it feels really comforting so you can’t really complain).

He’s just so interested and in love with you that he’s constantly talking with you.

“Tell me the kitsune legend again,” he’d request, resting his chin in his palm, elbow propped up on the table, and staring at you with pure adoration in his eyes.

“No, this is the third time and we’re supposed to be studying math. How did we even end up talking about Japanese folklore and mythology?”

“Well-”

“Don’t make me tell Bakugou you’re slacking off again,” you threaten with a mischievous grin and a dangerous glint in your eye. The clash of your sweet expression with the warning undertone makes him unsure if you’re joking or not but he decides not to take any chances or push his luck.

That usually clams him up and he looks absolutely adorable as he scrunches up his face when he goes back to trying to work out the difficult math problem.

Anyone who makes you feel bad about your quirk is catching these hands, he does not care!!! Well, maybe he’ll try to be civil at first, but once he sees they’re not backing down, oh boy, he’s going full scary boyfriend mode.

He’s so protective of you, but when you do fight and stand up for yourself, he’s hyping you up so much and supporting you 100%. Expect lots of kisses and hugs and words of praise as he tells you you did great out there.

“Babe, you’re so amazing! I love you so much,” he’d say as he squishes you to his chest (you’re pretty sure he’s about to suffocate you), peppering kisses all over your forehead, temples, and the top of your head after a particularly intense training exercise fight. Everyone has to agree that you two are adorable together, even though some of them pretend to be grossed out with your PDA and stick their tongue out in disgust, turning anyway dramatically.

You two are such a sweet couple. Between all the affection you show each other and your unconditional support for the other person, but also the way you have each other’s backs and won’t hesitate to protect one another, you two just work so well together.

(There’s also a joke going around U.A. about how while Eijirou is soft on the inside because he’s just so supportive, you’re soft on the outside because of your fur. It’s a really stupid saying but you two love it all the same because honestly it’s true.)

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》 Bakugo x reader

》 Word count: 5k

》 Overview: You were childhood enemies who always ended up stuck together, you were neighbours, got put in all the same classes, ended up living together in the UA dorms. Overtime you grew to accept each others company, maybe even enjoy it. So what happens when your new work lives separate you for the first time?

Every day was lacklustre.

You weren't sure what; but something was missing. Ever since you went pro and moved into your own apartment you felt as though your life lacked something. There was an empty hole but you just weren't sure what used to be there.

Perhaps you just missed those simple UA days? Being surrounded with your friends day and night and not having to worry about all the things pro heroes had to worry about? There was no doubt it was a much less stressful time.

Or maybe it was the fact you no longer had your family breathing down your neck every second of the day? You were an adult now and that came with a whole new sense of freedom. Maybe what you were missing was being surrounded by your loved ones all the time? You lived alone in your new apartment and it was a big difference in contrast to the UA dorms you lived in for three years.

You thought you'd enjoy the quiet but it turns out you found the silence painful. It was more peircing to your ears than any yelling or screaming you had in the dorms.

No matter how much you wondered what was missing you just couldn't seem to place your finger on it. It's not like you weren't keeping in touch with your friends and family. They called everyday, you certainly weren't lonely. So why was your heart still yearned for something... maybe even for someone?

With a sigh, you dried the last plate of the bunch and put it away. Finally done with your chores for the day. You dried your hands and went over to check your phone that had been thrown onto the couch. You saw a text notification pop up.

Blastard: (1 new message)

Oi! Idiot! Are you dead yet? I haven't heard from you in weeks!

You couldn't help but chuckle at his unique way of showing worry, though it would be a lie to say you weren't used to it by now. It was such a typical Bakugo move. You shook your head before typing out a reply.

Bad news for you, I live!

You hit send before throwing your phone back down. You felt awfully giddy about him texting you, which was a strange feeling, usually you annoyed the hell out of each other. As weird as it was; it had been awhile since you'd last spoken to him.

Maybe you were just happy he hadn't completely forgotten you exsisted, you figured once you went your seperate ways that you'd probably never talk again; unless it was work related.

You had grown up together, always forced to be around each other no matter how much you despised it. You were neighbours, you didn't go to the same schools, but you'd always hear him yelling through the walls whenever he was home, you'd always pass each other when leaving your houses on the morning, and to your 10 year old self? There was no worse way to start off your day than his stupid face being the first thing you see when leaving your home.

It was like you couldn't get through a day without running into him at least once.

Then you both ended up in the same highschool, UA, which meant you walked the same route everyday as well as being in all the same classes. Then you lived in dorms together for three years, which meant you were around your childhood enemy almost every minute of everyday.

It was like the universe was trying to torture you both.

You hated each other as kids, always getting into scrapes and arguments, but as you got older the hate died down into more of a friendly rivalry. You bickered non stop but you also grew to enjoy all those comebacks and quick retorts, it was like a never ending game of 'who can make the best comeback/insult'. It even made you laugh at times.

Eventually, somewhere during your UA days, you both got to a point where you could actually admit you were friends.

But after being stuck together for so long? You'd think you would be happy to have some peace and quiet around here. You no longer had to deal with explosions going off or yelling every 5 seconds. No yelling from downstairs or next door, no insults or smartmouthed comments.

Though, even you had to admit he had matured a lot since you were kids, he still kept true to his grouchy self, but he was no where near as violent or bad tempered. He'd calmed down a lot as you grew into adults and you were proud of him for coming so far.

You were about to go take a bath to relax after cleaning all day, but when you saw your phone light up again you couldn't stop yourself from diving for it.

Blastard: (1 new message)

The fuck do you mean? That's not bad news for me dumbass.

It was a little weird for him not to give a snarky reply but it's possible hero work was tiring him out as much as it had been tiring you out. You were about to tell him it was just a joke but then another message came through,

Blastard: (1 new message)

Have you been eating alright? I know you can't cook for shit and you're living alone now.

Your eyes softened at the message, a goofy smile spreading across your lips. Not only had he made an effort to message you first, something he rarely did, but he also was showing care for you? Your cheeks heated up and you took a second to press your face into a pillow, a way to collect yourself before you replied.

Aw, you care about me?~

I've been eating fine! Instant ramen exists for a reason! It's for people like me who "can't cook for shit" :P

His next reply was almost instant, it scared you how quick your phone was to sound with another notification.

Blastard: (1 new message)

Don't fucking tell me you've been living off of instant ramen this whole time-

You felt too shy to admit to the truth. It was true you hadn't been eating great since you had been living alone. Your job was so demanding you didn't have time to cook. Choosing fast options over home cooked meals had been your way of living for the past few weeks and admitting to it felt like a punch to your pride.

Blastard: (1 new message)

That's it, I'm coming over to make you an actual meal tonight. See you at 6.

You did a double take at the response. There was clearly no room to argue.

"He's coming over!?" You jumped up in a panic at your sudden self invited guest. Lucky for him you had a rare night off work, and lucky for you, you had spent the day cleaning up. Maybe it'll look like you have this whole "adulting" thing down.

After glancing at the time and seeing it was only 4pm you threw your phone down. You needed to freshen up before he came over.

For some reason you felt this pressure to look good in front of him? But you had known him since you were little kids! He wouldn't care, he's seen you look much worse, so why did you care about looking good this time around? You shook your head, sick of all this over thinking and went to take a quick bath. Once you were done you dried your hair and threw on a fresh pair of clothes.

You felt excited to see him again and almost-... Nervous? It was a strange sensation, you shouldn't be feeling nervous to see him, you used to see him everyday. Maybe it was because this would be the first time you'd be spending time alone in your new home? Yeah, that must be it!

Glancing up at the time you still had half an hour until he arrived. You decided to take your mind off of all your swirling thoughts by mindlessly scrolling through your phone until your door bell finally rang.

You pushed yourself up with a small groan. You walked to your front door, your heart raced in your chest knowing who was on the otherside of the door. You took a deep breath through your nose before opening the door to see your familiar, scowling, friend. He stood there, a bag in his right hand and foot tapping on the floor as if he had been waiting ages for you to open the door for him.

"Kat! Long time no see!" You beamed up at him only for him to roll his eyes and brush past you. "Shut up and show me where your kitchen is, you need a proper meal."

You couldn't help but smile as you noticed the bag he carried was filled with fresh groceries. He was alway so bad with words but it was actions like this that made you see how much he really cared about you.

"Through there." You nodded your head toward an opening and followed him through after shutting the door. He put all the ingredients down and you leaned back against the counter watching him prepare the food. "What? No 'Hi Y/n, how have you been?' You cut right to the chase as always." You chuckled softly to yourself earning a glare from the blond as you attempted to imitate his voice.

"First of all! I don't sound like that! Second of all, I'm only here because you can't take care of yourself." He scoffed before adding. "Still annoying as always."

'Why was I missing him again?' You huffed, blowing some hair from your face in the process. "So! Chef! What are we having?"

"Curry." Was his quick reply as he began to lay out and cut up the ingredients. You hummed in delight at the thought of homemade curry. It had been a while since you had a good home cooked meal. Your family sometimes brought you leftover foods knowing how busy you were with work, but they couldn't come feed you everyday. You were an adult now and you needed to learn to cope on your own! Even with a busy career life.

"You remember what I like?" You asked, your eyes glimmering with an emotion he couldn't quite tell, in order to avoid looking at your face he kept himself busy with making dinner.

"I've known you for over 10 years, just because I haven't seen you for a few months doesn't mean I'm going to forget everything about you, idiot." He tutted, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. You leaned back against the counter beside him, your lips twisted into a soft frown.

"A few months huh? It feels like longer..."

You did not intend for him to hear that but he did, and honestly? He agreed.

Without you around to annoy him every hour of the day, things just seemed to go by painstakingly slow. Without you his days were boring, and as much as he hated to admit it, your stubbornness, your quick remarks and sarcastic comebacks, as much as they annoyed him, they added a certain spice to his life.

They kept him on his toes, he liked the challenges you gave him, whether it was getting the last word, winning against you in training or just coming up with the best insulting nickname. He couldn't believe he actually missed it all, but he did, and honestly? This whole dinner thing had just been an excuse to see you again.

He missed you.

"Tch, feels like not long enough." He grumbled as he moved over to the stove to turn it on. You sent him a cocky grin, shifting your weight onto your other foot. "Oh yeah? Then why were you so quick to come over here?" You hummed, tilting your head. He knew you were teasing him, he could tell by the way the words melted from your lips like butter, you were practically purring as you grinned at him. It reminded him of a cat.

He decided not to dignify you with a repsonce and you took that as a sign of victory. You giggled before turning to grab a drink from the fridge. You cracked open a can of soda and upon hearing the unmistakable fizzing noise Bakugo's head shot around to you, his eyebrows creased together in distaste. "You shouldn't be drinking that shit!" He barked at you.

"Oh come on! I've cut right back on the junk food. Look!" You threw the fridge door open to display the variety of fruits and vegetables in front of him. "I've been really healthy! I've even been doing a lot more weight training! Soon I'll be as strong as you! Maybe even more so!" You smirked, he wanted nothing more than to wipe the smug look from your face. You shut the fridge door with your foot before taking another swig of your soda.

Bakugo scoffed, "You wish! You'll have to work a lot harder before you can even dream of matching up to my strength!" He sent you a toothy grin as he watched your shoulders deflate, eyes narrowing up at him.

Bakugo continued to put the chopped up ingredients into the pan, "Why have you been eating instant ramen this whole time if you have all that shit anyway?"

You turned your head away, cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. It took a lot to swallow down your pride enough to mutter the next words. "You know I can't cook very well." It was painful to admit you were an adult with the cooking capabilities of a child. Between school and work placements you just never found the time to practise new recipes. Not to mention the fact your family usually cooked a lot of meals for you.

You had contemplated practising some recipes in the past but something always manages to come up! You knew working as a pro was going to be hard, that you'd be busy every day, but you didn't know it would consume your life to this extent.

Without another word you walked towards the living room. "Let me know when dinner is ready!" You sent him a cheeky grin as you left. Bakugo turned back to the food, grumbling something about how he wasn't a damn slave, despite being the one who offered his services in the first place.

Looking around, he finally had time to take in the room, he hadn't seen it since you first moved in and bugged him and kirishima to help move boxes. The room was well decorated, not a thing out of place. Despite the apartment being pretty small you had done well to make it homely.

As he made the curry, he added in some spices and when he picked up the shaker labelled "Extremely hot", He smirked. He recalled the good ol' days in the UA dorms. He sometimes went out of his way to spike your food with hot spices. Your face was always priceless! The thought crossed his mind to do it again. After all, it wouldn't affect him, he loved spices and, unlike you, they didn't turn his face red.

He sighed before shaking his head. You were both grown up now, and you needed to eat a proper meal. He hated to even think about it but he did care for you. More than he would like to admit. He always thought once he went pro and finally got away from you, this "curse" you two shared of always being stuck together wherever you went would disappear, and he would be happy.

But he wasn't, somewhere down the damn line he has gotten used to your annoying presence, he had grown to like your quick remarks, how you never backed down from him, you weren't afraid to speak you mind or put him in his place, and as much as all those qualities used to bug the shit out of him as a kid, he had grown to respect them, even-... love them?

He clenched his teeth when he felt his cheeks heating up. God, he hated this. He wasn't cut out for this lifestyle! Why was he even here!? He could be out training! Not pining over his childhood enemy! The curry sauce started to bubble over in the pan and he cursed to himself, once again he was so distracted with thoughts of you that he couldn't concentrate on the task at hand!

He finished making the food, doing everything he could not to let his mind wander back to thoughts of you. He grabbed a few plates before putting the rice and curry onto them. He yelled through to you that the food was done, "I'm only in the next room! You don't have to yell so loud!" He huffed in amusement, your words were ironic considering your volume matched his. He smiled at your never ending bite, you always had something to say.

Such a smartass. He shouldn't enjoy it as much as he did.

You came through, throwing the empty soda can into the trash as you passed and sat down in the seat beside him. You hummed in delight, "Smells so good!!"

"Of course it does! I made it!" He grinned, taking a bite. While the lack of extreme spice was underwhelming for him, he knew you would like it. Your face twisted into distaste at his smugness, "I forgot to never stroke your fat ego."

He growled, ready to yell at you for the remark but when he saw you take the first bite of food his anger was forgotten.

Your eyes lit up like fireworks on a cold winter night. "I also forgot how crazy good of a cook you are!" You beamed, happily digging into the curry. His features softened, something about seeing you enjoy his food so much felt really good. He almost forgot to eat himself as he watched you stuff your face. You had gotten some rice stuck to your cheek as you shoveled the dish into your mouth. It was so stupidly cute, a soft smile graced his lips.

You caught him staring, it was rare to see him smile, no cocky grin or smirk, it was a real smile. Soft, relaxed, happy. You thought your heart was going to jump out of mouth. You did not expect that sight when you looked up from your food.

You gulped, not because there was food in your mouth, but because the atmosphere had suddenly changed. There was an invisible weight ontop of you both, crushing you.

"What…?" You asked quietly, hiding your face behind your hair. He snapped out of it, realising he'd been caught he froze, his heart skipped a beat. However, there was no time for him to get embarrassed because next thing he knew he was throwing a towel at you "You got rice all over your face, idiot! Wipe it off! You look stupid!"

You grumbled as the fabric hit your face, yet complied and wiped your lips clean. You went back to eating, this time more carefully so you didn't make a mess. You noted the mild spices but didn't comment on them. It was unusual for Bakugo to not fire up his dishes with spice. The decision to make the curry mild definately wasnt for his own benifit. He'd done it for you.

It made you smile, and as much as you wanted to thank him for it you figured he wouldn't want you bringing up his strangely nice gesture since he had been so silent about it.

During the dinner you talked about your new work lives, how you'd been coping living alone, anything that came to mind. Of course, that came with a variety of witty comments and snarky comebacks, but it was just how you liked it. It was how it had always been, how you always wanted it to be.

Once the plates were clean you stood up, reaching over to grab his plate so you could clean up but his hand shot out and grabbed your wrist. You paused, looking up to meet his eyes. "I'll help clean." He said, picking up his plate and taking it to the sink. You smiled, following him with your own plate.

"Wow, cooking and cleaning? Has anyone ever told you that you'd be a perfect house wife?" You smirked at him as he filled up the sink with soap and water.

"At least I can cook." He shot back without missing a beat. You laughed st the remark, nudging his side as you pushed your wasy in front of the sink. You continued to chat as you cleaned up, you washed as he dried.

As you finished up scrubbing the last dish Bakugo made a comment about you eating like a pig at dinner which, in return, made you splashed his face using soapy dish water.

He growled when he felt the droplets soaking his face and hair, but hearing your laughter made it hard to stay his usual, grumpy self. Instead he settled for dipping his fingers into the water and flicking you back.

Your face scrunched up, eyes closing to avoid any soap suds getting in your eyes.

You took his reciprocation as a declaration of war and it soon turned into a mini, kitchen water fight. Laughter filled the once quiet apartment as you fought each other.

For a moment it didn't feel like you lived alone, for the first time in months you felt like that empty space in your life had been filled again.

You had to stop the water fight before you soaked the kitchen as well as each other. As fun as it was you didn't want to have to clean up for the third time today.

Once all the dishes were put away and you dried yoursleved using a spare towel; Bakugo narrowed his eyes at the front door.

He wasn't sure if he should go, a part of him didn't want to. He only came over to make you dinner, now that was over he had no reason to stay. Should he make up some bullshit excuse to stay? He didn't want you teasing him again.

Despite taking a few minutes to think up an excuse to stay, he came up with nothing. Grumbling to himself he kicked his foot against the ground and turned around to you, ready to say goodbye.

His eyes widened upon landing on you, you held up two gaming controllers, a grin on your lips as you pushed one towards him. "Wanna try finally beating me at mario kart?"

"What are you talking about! I win all the time!" He rolled his eyes and snatched a controller from your hands, taking on your challenge. He felt the weight lift from his shoulders, you were giving him a reason to stay longer and he wasn't about to turn that down.

"You beat me at super smash bros! But never mario kart!" You backfired, plopping down onto the couch as the console fired up.

"Then let's play super smash bros!"

"We do not play that in this household!" You stomped your foot at the thought of the game you could never beat him at. Bakugo scoffed and sat next to you. "You're such a fucking sore loser!"

You forced a laugh before sending him a glare, leaning closer to him. You reaction must have amused him as he smirked at you. "I do not want to hear that from you!"

"Shut up and let's play!" The first round started up, the familiar countdown sound ringing in your ears. You'd like to say things started pretty civil, but It didn't take long for you to start shoving each other as you battled for first place. There was a lot of yelling, combined with a lot of laughter and cheering. It was the most lively your apartment had ever felt, in just one night Bakugo was able to change all of that.

A few rounds turned into hours. You didn't even notice how high up the moon was in the sky. You were too busy enjoying each other's company, having more fun than either of you had experienced in months.

You shot out of your seat pumping your fist into the air as you passed the finish line in first place once again.

"HAH! You still can't beat me!” You boasted.

The blond threw the controller down, his teeth clenched tight as he grumbled. “Next time I’m bringing super smash bros!” You sat back down, giggling as you poked his side. “Who's the sore loser now huh? Big baby.” You teased, poking a finger into his side, much like poking a bear with a stick, it was a recipe for disaster.

He growled and jumped to you grabbing your hands to keep them away from prodding him. You started laughing again, squirming and battling with him, determined to keep attacking but your giggle fit made it hard to fight back.

As you were laughing you missed yet another rare smile on his face. He didn't know what was going on with him, maybe he was just in a good mood today? He had taken down a group of robbers earlier when he was on patrol, and taking down villains always felt good.

All he knew was that he never wanted the moment to end, it was nice to hear your stupid laughter again, to see you smiling as you tried to match his strength and fight back. He hadn't even realised that some point during your play fight he had knocked you down onto your back and was hovering over you.

He had always been the stronger of the pair so you lost fairly quickly. His hands pinned yours beside your head. "That was a good fight you put up, but it's still not good enough to match up to me." He smirked down at you

You stuck out her tongue at him, panting as you tried to kick your legs at him. Turns out he had thought ahead and pinned those down too. You huffed through your nose, tasting defeat was bitter.

You stared at each other, as the laughter died down so did the playfulness. The atmosphere became serious. He wasn't sure what it was, but there was some sort of unspoken feeling between you both. He gulped, noting the way your hair was sprawled out on the couch beneath you, creating a halo of hair around your head. Your eyes shone as they stared into his, he had never noticed what a nice colour they were, and your lips- they looked so soft..

There was a pull, an invisible red string tugging you closer to each other and connecting your hearts.

But, you both ignored it. He got off of you and sat back. He ran a hand through his hair, you both avoided eye contact.

Looking out the window Bakugo finally noticed that the moon had long ascended into the night sky. Had he been here that long? God, it must be passed midnight but he felt like he had only been here for an hour. He shook his head and stood up, You watched him with parted lips, your heart racing at the tension.

What was that feeling between you two? It was so strong. Did he feel it too? It was sending your head into a spin.

"I should go." He muttered, he didn't want to go, he really didn't but the words were leaving his mouth before he had time to process them.

He had felt it too, and he didn't know how to react. He hadn't felt anything like it before, it made his heart race, he felt weak and he didn't like it. He knew he felt- something for you? But was it enough to call it love?

You looked up at him, giving him a nod, not like he could see since his back was already turned. You stood up, arms wrapping around yourself as you walked him to the door.

There were so many unspoken words between you. So many feelings left unexpressed. You bit your lip, voice caught in your throat as you watched him silently slip on his shoes. He opened the front door, pausing for a second, hesitating... "See ya."

"Bye." You replied as he closed the door behind him.

The appartment suddenly ran cold, silent, a chill running across your skin. The silence cut through your ears like a sharp blade.

You pulled your arms tighter around yourself. How could you deny it? Having him around again had been amazing, even if just for one afternoon. You despised him as a child, but over time, throughout highschool, through building a silent trust, a friendship had formed, and then-… and then somewhere down the line it turned into more.

No matter how much you tried to convince yourself otherwise, you loved being around him, you had a strong bond, you had watched him grow and become a better person, you had seen each other at your best and at your worst. You had fought each other but also fought with each other. You cared for each other, you annoyed the hell out of each other, you had been through so much together.

He had always been there, even if you didn't want him to be. You had hated him and you had loved him...

You… loved him…

Your eyes widened, "I.. love him." You muttered, saying it out loud made it all the more real. A feeling of wanting to slap yourself silly for being so blind overcame you.

You loved him! Of course you loved him!!You had always been so focused on school and work that you hadn't even noticed you were growing feelings for your childhood rival?

You couldn't let him go again! How many more months until you got to see each other again? You had always somehow ended up stuck together, it felt like he would always be there but now you had witnessed what life was like without him around… you hated it! For the first time in your life, you wanted him around.

You couldn't sit around in your lonely apartment each day now you knew you were in love with that jerk!

"God damnit! Why did it have to be him." You ran to the door and flung it open, not even thinking of shoes as you ran out into the cold night air. "Maybe he didn't get far-"

You rounded the corner before colliding with what you could only assume was a brick wall. You winced, pulling back and rubbing your nose. You looked up, coming face to face with none other than the man himself.

You stared at each other in shock, he came back for you too? This whole scene, these feelings, neither of you could have ever imagined this is where you would've end up.

"I need to tell you something!" You spoke in unison, making you both cringe.

"You first." He crossed his arms stubbornly, wanting to know you were on the same wave as he was and hadn't just ran after him because he left something.

You sighed, rubbing your arm, glancing away for a second to collect yourself. You hadn't thought this far ahead so you had no idea what to say. You sighed, looking up to meet his eyes, the best way would be to face your feelings head on. No going back! Even if he rejects you, at least he would respect you being blunt with it, he hated when people beat around the bush.

"I love you." You said, your head lifted high. His eyes widened at your bold declaration, his tense demeanour dropping. "I wanted to tell you before you disappear for months again. So there you have it, I'm in love with you. Believe me or not I don't care. I just- mmph!" Hands yanked you forward by your hips, smooth lips molded against your own when he head dipped down.

It took a few seconds to reciprocate, but when you did he pulled you closer. Your hands went to his shoulders to steady yourself, your legs felt weak, but that didn't stop you from kissing back.

You smiled into the kiss, you couldn't help it. Not only did the kiss feel great but the way he had pulled you in for it without wasting time with words was just such a Bakugo thing to do.

"I love you too, dumbass." He muttered when he pulled away, You let out a breathy laugh and shook your head. "You have such a way with words~"

"Shut up." You giggled at him before you went back in for another kiss, longer, holding more passion as your years of pent up feelings finally reached the surface. Your heads tilted and turned, hands roaming each other's bodies, his arms wrapped around you, his body heat protecting your bare skin from the chill of the night.

He backed you up agaisnt the wall. His tongue ran across your bottom lip, you weren't sure how long you had been standing there but it felt like you were the only two people in the world.

It was so late not another soul was to be see. It was just you, him and the city lights.

His hand ran down towards your thigh, only for you both to jump back when the distance sound of a car honking ripped through your serentity.

Panting as you stared at each other, almost not believing you had just msde out with each other. You pressed your fingers to your tingling lips. A smile on your face, "So- uh, wanna come inside for a bit?” the mischief in your eyes did not match the innocent smile on your face. He knew exactly what you were planning, "Fuck yes."

And there was no way he was going to turn it down.

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This is just a warning that while this thread is completely SFW, there are some implied NSFW moments, or some sexual jokes. When I say some I mean there’s 1 line and then 1 scene where they jokingly mention sex. That’s it.

And this is a drabble about Natsuo/Bakugou.

Shouto didn't quite understand what was going on. Or how it had even gotten to this point.

It started when he invited Katsuki and Izuku over to dinner to his place - at first, it was going as expected, Katsuki was cursing and complaining, bitching at them both.

As soon as his family had entered the room, that'd changed.

Katsuki's eyes widened for a second before the insults died on the tip of his tongue. Suddenly, his gaze was downward, a blush covering his cheeks as he shuffled where he stood.

Was... was he shy?

Shouto didn't know. All he knew was that it was weird.

And Natsuo was even freaking weirder. It seemed as if his goal for the evening was to impress their guests, make them feel as if their family was happy and normal, and so he spent the entire time making jokes, laughing far too loudly and glancing towards the blond whenever he had said anything remotely entertaining. It was excruciating.

However, Katsuki seemed to enjoy it as he had huffed out a small laugh every once in a while, and every time Natsuo's grin grew wider, a healthy flush covering his cheeks.

Maybe he had had too much to drink.

Who knew.

Either way, ever since then, Katsuki seemed adamant at spending as much time in Shouto's childhood home as possible, constantly asking to study there whenever Shouto went home for the weekend, even though they could've easily studied at the dorms during the week. Shouto, of course, accepted - he couldn't deny one of his best friends, after all.

It was good for them, anyways.

Well, maybe it was only good for Shouto because Katsuki seemed to be progressively getting worse at the subjects they were studying. Perhaps it was due to the fact that the blond vehemently refused to study in Shouto's room - "it's weird, you freak, I don't wanna go to your room" - and instead opted to study in the living room, right where Natsuo himself often spent time doing his Uni work. It was distracting.

And silly.

That is until Shouto finally realized.

Oh. Katsuki simply didn't want to be alone with him in his room because... because he had a crush on him!

That's why he'd been spending so much time with him! That's why he refused to go to his room - it was probably far too intimate, far too personal. Oh no.

Oh God.

What was Shouto supposed to do? Well, Katsuki was rather attractive - pretty in that... feral and scary sort of way. Objectively a good looking boy with his smooth skin and red eyes, nice body too.

But Shouto just couldn't see him like that. No matter how hard he tried. And he did try! He tried so hard!

Katsuki had even yelled at him and called him a creep for staring at him so much.

But he still studied with him during the weekend, despite the creepy staring.

God. Why was love so complicated? Maybe he should give it a try anyways, just to see if he would fall for him eventually.

He did love Katsuki, after all. Just... just not in that way.

Hm.

Maybe.

God, the sex would be awkward, wouldn't it?

Ugh. And so he figured he'd ask some questions, just to give Katsuki some hints.

Maybe doing so in the living room, while Natsuo was drinking some juice right behind them, wasn't the best idea.

"Katsuki, have you ever kissed a boy?"

Right.

A bit more tact would've been in order, maybe. Cause straight away two things happened - Katsuki's face went beet red, eyes snapping over to Natsuo for a split second before he started to scream insults, and Natsuo started choking on the juice, coughing and pounding at his chest as he wheezed. He had gotten his answer, though.

After all the yelling and avoiding the notebook Katsuki was determined to use to kill him with, Shouto asked once more, "so... I'll take that as a no, then?"

"Shut the fuck up you dumbass, do your work." The blush on Katsuki's face told him all he needed to know. He barely felt Natsuo flicking the back of his head, the older boy leaning in to whisper in his ear, "dude, I don't need a wingman, shut the fuck up." Huh? The hell did that mean? He'd have to google it later. Whatever. Katsuki still wasn't making any moves, even after that. Shouto thought that maybe he didn't even want him to - he hoped they could stay just like this, without the hassle of romance. Just him and Katsuki studying, Katsuki barely paying any attention, Katsuki glancing over to the couch were Natsuo was sprawled out with headphones in his ears and some stupid video playing on his laptop with crumbs of food on his T-Shirt, Katsuki blushing whenever Natsuo offered them something to drink, Kat-

Oh.

Right.

Well, how was he supposed to know? He couldn't read his damn mind.

Anyone would've assumed he was the one Katsuki was interested in. He supposed it made sense, though. Natsuo did seem to pay a particular sort of attention to Katsuki, always brushing his hand against the small of his back, holding the door open for him when he gave him a ride back home, trying to get him to laugh. Of course Katsuki would develop some sort of affection for him. Ah. If only Natsuo liked him back. Such a shame. They would've been a lovely couple - maybe they would've even asked Shouto to be one of the best men! He had introduced them to each other, after all.

He decided the best course of action would be to confront Katsuki - talk to him about this issue until they could both figure out what to do, how they could get Natsuo to look at him that way.

“I know you wanna fuck my brother.”

Okay.

Again, some tact would’ve come in handy.

"The fuck did you just say to me, you pervert?"

Shouto really should've been concerned by how eerily calm Katsuki seemed, maybe he even should've bolted right that second. But his self-preservation skills have never been that great - after all, his favourite pass time was trying to figure out how to piss Endeavour off. And so he simply popped another piece of chocolate in his mouth and arched a brow from where he sat on the other side of the table while Katsuki clenched his pen with a tight grip.

God, he hoped the pen wouldn't break - he couldn't be bothered to clean that mess up.

He couldn't help but notice the way Katsuki seemed to be throwing glances towards the entrance every few seconds, as if he was waiting for someone to come in.

Of course, Shouto already knew Natsuo would be home soon.

Fuck, he hoped he'd come in in time to hear this. "I said that I know you wanna fuck Natsuo. Or have him fuck you, either or. I don't really know what you're into - wait, what are you in-"

"You better stop right there if you wanna live."

"I feel like you're going to kill me no matter what I say."

"Probably."

Seconds of silence ticked by.

"... so, what are you into then?"

"That's none of your fucking business, what the fuck?"

Shouto rolled his eyes - of course he'd be uncooperative. So sensitive. "It's fine, I'll just ask Midoriya, he must have it written down in one of his notebo-"

"Huh? Wait, what the fuck?!"

"Or maybe Kirishima would know."

"Why the fuck are we talking about my sex life?!"

"Oh. Right. Cause I know you're into Natsuo, just wondering what you were gonna do about it."

Shouto watched as that shade of red that had been progressively appearing on Katsuki's cheeks suddenly bloomed all the way to the tips of his ears.

"I'm not gonna do anything, you fucking freak, what the hell is wrong wi-"

"Ah, so you do like him."

"I never said that."

"You didn't deny it either."

"Shut your whore mouth, Todoroki."

Just then, they both turned their heads towards the door as it clicked open, watching as Natsuo stepped in, carefully toeing off his shoes before placing his coat onto the hook right next to the entrance. The second he looked up, though, finally catching sight of them both, he grinned, his cheeks flushed and fingers running through his hair as if he were attempting to tame the wild strands sticking up in the air. It didn't work, of course, but Katsuki still seemed to look at him as if he'd never seen anything as beautiful, eyes sparkling and all.

Shouto wanted to throw up.

Or maybe just die.

Whichever came quicker. He watched as Natsuo stumbled into the room, foot catching on the edge of the carpet before he righted himself, that flush on his cheeks seemingly intensifying - now that was just embarrassing.

Was Shouto like that, too? He fucking hoped not. Shouto picked his pen up, about to continue writing in his notebook and ignore this whole clusterfuck when he caught sight of Katsuki.

God. The blond wasn't even looking up anymore, his gaze facing his lap as he seemed to fiddle with the sleeves of his hoodie, his entire face now entirely red as he scrunched his shoulders up, as if he were trying to hide his face.

It was almost... Cute. Pretty.

The words were out of his mouth before he could stop himself, "do you think Katsuki is pretty, Natsuo?"

He winced at the kick to the shin Katsuki had sent his way - okay, maybe he deserved that one.

Maybe he deserved the slap on the back of his head coming from Natsuo too. "Shut the fuck up."

"The hell's wrong with you?"

Both of them spoke up at once.

Slowly, Shouto turned towards his brother, watching as the older boy's eyes widened when he saw the amused look on his face. Shouto pouted, brows furrowing in faux confusion.

"So, you don't think he's pretty, then?"

"I-I never said that."

He vaguely heard Katsuki choking on his own spit.

"He is then? Pretty?”

He could see Natsuo's jaw clenching, gaze practically screaming murder, and yet when he looked over to Katsuki - who was resolutely staring down at the floor, fingertips pressed onto his temples as he leaned onto the coffee table on his elbows - his gaze softened.

Oh. Ew. "Yeah," Natsuo spoke, Katsuki's eyes snapping over to him, "he's very pretty."

A choked sound came out of Katsuki, and all Shouto could do was grin as he turned back towards his friend. "Oh, that's good then. He thinks you're pretty too."

He moved out of the way before Katsuki could wrap his hands around his throat.

It seemed as if that moment did two things - made Katsuki want to avoid Shouto's home and never return judging by the way the studying invitations had ceased to exist and it made Natsuo absolutely fucking insufferable.

"Oh, where's your friend?"

"Hey, no blondie today?"

"Is he okay? Is he sick? Hm, I guess I could make him some soup. If he needs a professional medical opinion tell him to call me. I can, uh, give him an examination or- oh, God, don't tell him I said that, what the fu-"

Shouto was starting to think Natsuo had a crush too, Jesus.

It wasn't until Natsuo seemed to snap that he finally realized that was actually true. The last thing he expected to see when he walked into the kitchen was Natsuo leaning back against the counter, going through Shouto's phone.

"What are you doing?"

Natsuo didn't even glance up. "Getting the number of that pretty boy you keep bringing around, the hell does it look like? Honestly, I've been waiting for you to offer it, I was gonna ask him for it but then you scared him away with your shitty social experiments. Poor thing."

"Oh," Shouto watched as his brother pocketed his own phone, locking Shouto's and placing it onto the counter before walking towards the door, "I didn't realize you liked him back."

Natsuo stared at him, mouth open wide before he groaned.

What the hell did he do now?

"Shouto, I've been drooling over him since I met him."

"I thought that's just how you were with everyone."

"What, a nervous wreck?"

"No. Desperate for attention and pathetic."

"That was uncalled for."

"Still the truth.”

Natsuo sighed, quickly taking his phone back out before leaving the room, shaking his head on the way out.

"Good luck on your date," Shouto shouted after him. All he got in response was an exasperated groan. Whatever. Hopefully, Katsuki would stop moping around now that he finally got what he wanted.

Hm. Maybe he could get the blond to make him some cold soba.

To return the favour for being such a good - what was it again? ah - wingman. He hoped their study dates would be back on now - his grades were suffering without his friend's help.

At least both of them would stop with the shitty lovesick stares, it was starting to become gross.

Hm. Maybe he was happy for them, though. Just a little bit.

Maybe.

#long post #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #natsubaku #bakugou katsuki #todoroki natsuo #jayrambles

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