#Sero POV

[changelingsandothernonsense]

Wip whenever or whatever

I'm tired, had a hell of a (two) weeks and then I worded like...7000 words in a day then I drew the descriptions.... And throwing in some other art stuff I'm bouncing around XD That's it really XD tagged by @mareenavee and @saltymaplesyrup

~Art and Writing~

And that writing I was doing under the cut!

Jiub's POV

Your brow furrowed, the faded, violet tattoos that framed your face creasing with the movement. I had worried about covering this part in my memoirs. Talking about the last six years often upset you but I wanted your opinion on it. I wanted your thoughts on everything, really. It was you who had inspired me to take on the winged menace after all. On that one fateful day in the Ashlands. A raging ashstorm and a flock of the things had taken you down by the old Redoran estate at Bal Isra. I had heard your cries as I made my crossing on my silt strider, my destination, Ald’ruhn, where you had been travelling from. I had shot every last one of the things, though the fight was a difficult one. Then I offered you my hand…and a ride back to Maar Gan.

 It was out of my way, in the opposite direction to my destination but there was that look in your eye that I recognised from our first meeting on that prison ship. Fear. Fear made you combative, made you lash out. Though that time, you let me console you. You let me help. You even took that leftover lunch I had offered you. You had been so concerned over the loss of the gift you’d carefully prepared to give to that Velothi. The one your superior had charged with guiding you to that Ashland camp. I couldn’t just let you walk into that potential snake pit with nothing to show. I had grown fond of you during our brief interactions, though that was often a habit of mine. I always form attachments too quickly.

Though the truth was there was little to worry about. That Velothi would become more than a hired guide to you after all. He was your champion, your right hand through the ordeals to come. I supposed I had always been a little envious of your late husband. How you had taken to him, the stories I’d overhear in Vvadenfell’s corner clubs and tradehouses of the Nerevarine and his champion. The rumours of your exploits, as the two of you gathered armies and favours and… I wished I could have been a part of it, but fate would not have our paths cross again until four years later and my dear, you always knew how to make an entrance.

It was an evening, not unlike this. A storm crashing through Kvatch, winds raging and the loud, rambunctious jeering from a mer who had way too much to drink in the alley below. When the crashing came from the alley and not from the storm, I resolved to go check. It was not an uncommon occurrence, my apartment sat behind the local tavern after all. Drunks were a common sight but there was a certain, potent distress to the cries that had been coming from the alley that night. Odd, considering that night was meant to be one of celebration… well, amongst the Dunmeri diaspora anyway. The fourth anniversary of the defeat of Dagoth Ur and his minions. An end to the Blight that had decimated our homeland for centuries and counting. A festival to honour Morrowind’s great protector. I had chosen to stay in that night, to work on my memoirs, as I often did but the commotion from outside, the yelling the- I had come outside to tell you to piss off somewhere else. That you were disrupting my concentration! How could I tell the world of my own brilliant exploits when there was some drunken fetcher screaming profanities about the Nerevarine at the top of his lungs?

I always said you knew how to make an entrance, Sero and an entrance you made. I found you passed out alone in that alley. A large gash to your head where you had struck a barrel of gods know what and a curious, expensive dagger laying by your side. There was blood everywhere, I couldn’t make sense of it all. You were lying alone, crumpled and small, shivering half naked in soiled clothing. A bottle of Cyrodiilic brandy smashed into a thousand pieces against my wall.

It was sad, to see how far you had fallen in such a short time. I had seen the paintings of you throughout Morrowind and later, the reproductions in Cheydinhal. You always looked so regal in them. So strong, like the hero everyone expected you to be. The legend from the stories. The mer with a fire in his eyes. He who had stared death in the face and sent it screaming into the jaws of Oblivion.

It was a stark contrast to the mer who lay passed out cold from drink and grief in the alley beside my apartment in Kvatch. Small, shivering and horribly scared from all that had happened in these last few years. I felt a sense of compassion I supposed, you always showed up in the strangest of circumstances. I gathered you into my arms as you whispered a name that wasn’t mine and I chose not to correct you. I took you inside and placed you on the daybed in my study. It would be easiest to watch over you from there. I had cleaned you up, changed you out of those filthy trousers and left you to sleep off your bender in the warm quiet of my study. It was as I was cleaning you up that I found the source of the bleeding, a series of deep lacerations around a ring too small for your finger. The one that told everyone who had heard the tales exactly who you were.

You told me when you had awoken that you had tried to remove the ring. That you had resorted to trying to amputate the entire digit when the band wouldn’t budge. As it tightened around your finger. As His taunts swirled like a sickness in your head. You wanted to be rid of it all, to forget that the last few years had ever happened. That you always broke like this whenever this day came around.

[xviruserrorx]

Nothing like having to rework a 15k fic because you realize the story would tell better in a different pov 🫠

[theophagie-remade]

Pov switch to one of the minor fights that we haven't seen yet... *grabby hands*

[k4tsuki4th3win]

pov katsuki getting a tongue piercing

he really only got it cause you and the group (kaminari, mina, sero, and eijiro ) were hanging out and you teasingly recommended it.

since he always poked his tongue out in photos or when anyone made a teasing comment.

so there you were just you two at the tattoo shop, you were at on a bench as Katsuki sat arms crossed as he waited for the piercer to finish setting up.

“ you nervous? “ you teased, just barely noticing the vein that popped out in the side of his forehead.

“ tch. . I don’t get nervous, dumbass “

he finally shifted in his seat as the piercer came in.

It was over in minutes, the piercer talking Katsuki through it even though he told him not to treat him like some ‘ loser whiney baby ‘ he could handle a little needle.

there was only a twitch in his eyebrow as the needle shoved through and the jewelry was quickly added.

once it was all over he walked to the mirror and stuck his tongue out.

you hated to admit it but this made him even more attractive.

[whtepony]

𝘼𝘾𝙌𝙐𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝘿 - k.b (pt.3)

ft. bakugo x fem reader

warnings: weed usage (stoner sero is SO important to me. i love him dearly)

notes: jealous katsuki and kiri being a good friend awww 🫶🏻 bffs (4+8 are katsuki’s pov)

need to smoke w hanta so bad… coping hard rn. pt 4 here

tags: @k0z3me @colorful-happy-shit @x3rox @vanillawurld @solecitoszn

[miyamoratsumuu]

THE BROS 💪🏻

aka katsuki's group of fighters ‼️

katsuki bakugou ➢ drummer for the band NEOS ➢ is (to denki's dismay), the most popular member of the band ➢ he was extremely upset when the character limit for a username was too low for great explosion murder god dynamight ➢ rarely rarely uses his twitter account except to announce a gig/concert, a new album, or a new song of the band's

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

eijiro kirishima ➢ is the band's PR! he and mina work side by side to get the band as much engagement from fans as possible ➢ he sometimes jokes that the slips of the band aren't his responsibility but he knows it is cause he loves them ➢ considered as the dad of the band! ➢ he tries to get katsuki to use his socials more to be moe open to fans but all his efforts went dimissed (so far)

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

mina ashido ➢ she's the fav manager of the team! she mostly takes care of their schedules, and every business inquiry for the band goes through her first ➢ seeing as kirishima's considered as the dad, mina's of course the "mom" of the band! ➢ she and y/n know each other due to y/n being the one to make the website for the band's first anniversary merch launch! ➢ often the peacemaker within the group whenever kiri's not around

hanta sero ➢ NEOS' bassist! ➢ is mostly a pretty laid back guy, except when playful arguments happen in the gc. he constantly switches sides in the middle of arguments just to turn sparks into a flame. ➢ on the sidelines whenever the band doesn't have practice or a concert, he draws! he's a very very good artist both in drawing and music ➢ he and jiro are the two members of the band that gets in the least trouble

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

kyoka jiro ➢the band's main vocalist! she plays guitar as well, whenever it's needed of her ➢ yes, she and denki are lovers ➢ she acts pissed whenever people take denki's bio seriously but in truth she loves it so so much (the fact that people are aware he's hers is very very endearing to her) ➢ takes pride in being the second most followed member in the band

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

denki kaminari ➢ the one and not only guitarist of NEOS! ➢ flirts with jiro on main. a. lot. the rest of the band is sick of it while fans go crazy about it ➢ he asked jiro out during one of their concerts, right after playing the song he wrote specifically for her, he spilled his heart out to her (apparently to the audience to because it was the talk of the town (country) for months) ➢ he genuinely got so giggly and blushy when he found out jiro received dm's from fans whenever they spotted him out in public

➢ all texts in light mode are from katsuki's pov!!! ➢ yes, kiri's the only one with a contact picture on bakugou's phone. he claimed he was the only one he tolerated (that isn't going to last long now) ➢ he actually had a contact picture for jiro back then (bcs he tolerated her too apparently) but removed it when she and denki started dating ➢ he didn't want kaminari to think that bakugou saw jiro as someone special to him bcs he had a contact pic for her

PUSH AND PULL masterlist 〣 mha masterlist

[spiderlily-w1tch-blog]

𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊 - 𝙽𝚊ï𝚟𝚎𝚝é|𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎

𝕎𝕀𝕊ℙ𝕊𝕀𝕄ℙ𝕊

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ft Weed, vaginal fingering, Sero speaking Spanish, hints of Bi Mina and her thirsting over you, allusions to possible future gangbang

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: I do not own BNHA or its characters, all credit goes to its creators and actors

WC: 2,306

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: includes usage of weed/marijuana, Google Translate Spanish, use of Y/n, 3rd Person POV, obligatory exhibitionism/public sex warning (Series Warning)

𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔦 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢: I’ll use this when the explicit mention is over(tho there will be small references after that point) ✯ ✯ ✯; The reader is described to have a cat(-like) quirk

【Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

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Hanta breathes out the smoke and drags his fingertips down her arm as she cuddles into his side. She flicks her tail in contentment.

“Here, baby,” He smiles lazily as he holds the pipe to her lips. Humming lowly, she happily breathes in and holds it in her lungs for a moment before breathing out, feeling all the tension leave her body.

“This is fun, Hanta.” She grins up at her boyfriend.

“Damn right, you’re one of the best smoking partners I’ve had in a while, gatita,” he chuckles, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead.

“Hey!” Denki cries indignantly, “I thought I was your favorite smoking partner!” He leans back against the couch and over-exaggeratedly pouts, even huffing loudly as he makes a big motion of crossing his arms.

“Denki!” Hanta laughs out, trying to calm his giggle fit before he speaks again, “You are an excellent smoking partner, I promise, hermano,” he says through the tail end of his giggles, “but I can’t exactly shotgun you, now can I? Nor can I have you up against me like this,” He emphasizes by curling his arm around Y/n’s waist and kissing her lips.

“I mean-” Denki throws his arms up like he’s stating the most obvious fact in the world “-you could!” His exclamation makes all parties present burst out laughing, even Denki himself.

“Denki, bro, if you wanna cuddle up to someone, I’m always free!” Eiji calls out to his “kind-of-boyfriend” and holds his arm open to beckon the blonde into his side.

“See?! Ei loves me!” The electric blonde calls out dramatically as he climbs into Eiji’s hold. Everyone chuckles again at his dramatics and mostly return to the conversation.

“Sure do, babe,” the redhead chuckles and takes a hit before shotgunning Denki. He earns a pleased giggle once the smaller boy exhales. Hitoshi leans his head away from Eiji’s shoulder to chuckle at the boy before plopping his head back down on his boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Ay Dios mío,” Hanta fondly rolls his eyes with a laugh at his mejor amigo. “A very dramatic gilipollas.” He jokes, fake whispering as if a secret to his pretty kitty, earning another indignant noise from the electric blonde and a giggle from his favorite girl. Denki didn’t understand what his friend just said but he can guess that it was something that garners his noise of offense.

Mina has Katsuki’s head in her lap as she combs her manicured nails through his hair, eliciting soft groans every now and then as he lets his Weed Haze take over his consciousness.

“You still awake, booboo?” She asks, lightly poking his cheek and not getting much more than a grunt and a nose wrinkle in terms of dissuasion.

“Yea, I’m still here, Pinky.” He grumbles, opening his red eyes, now no longer just his irises making her laugh.

“Alright, just wanted to make sure,” she leans down and presses a kiss to his forehead, getting another nose wrinkle when he feels her lipgloss stick to his skin. It was always a sight when Katsuki smoked, he would get 50x more affectionate and would even cuddle up to people and accept their affection in turn, like he is now. The self-proclaimed Bakusquad was always happy when they got him to smoke so that they could all their their ‘Katsu-Cuddles’ as Denki deemed them. He still blames the effects on still practically being a ‘Baby Stoner’, also a name by Denki, even though he’s been partaking for a good few months now.

Y/n purrs at the feeling of her boyfriend’s hand on her waist and it doesn’t go unnoticed. Hanta strokes her side and curls his hand further around her, now reaching further to the front of her hip. Her leg then stretches out a bit, unconsciously, to accommodate his hand, so it can slide over her more easily. Seeing how relaxed and buzzed Y/n is, Hanta finishes up the last little bit of his blunt and then shifts to hold her more comfortably.

✯ ✯ ✯

Now, he has his leg propped up against the back of the couch and the other extended onto the floor with her between his thighs, her own legs mostly aligned with his, her leg thrown over his as it hangs off the couch, her back comfortably resting against his chest with her head laying against his shoulder. His arm wraps around her middle and his fingertips lightly trace over her lower belly, not moving anywhere else.

Her hips squirm a bit at how close his fingers are to where she wanted him and he, thankfully, decided not to tease her. He reaches his other arm around her to the tops of her thighs and drags his fingers to inch her comfy skirt up to expose her pretty little black, white, and yellow panties that she had asked Momo to make. Mina gave a playful hum when she saw the Cellophane-themed panties and whistles at Y/n, making the girl blush.

“Damn, girlie, lovin’ the Cellophane merch you’re workin’! And does that say ‘Ay Papi’ on the waistband?!” She teases which makes her blush deeper but the embarrassment goes away nearly the instant that she feels fingers slide up and down her panty-clad slit. A pleasured breath leaves her as her boyfriend’s fingers dance along her dampening cunt.

“F-fuck..!” Y/n’s voice escapes in a high-pitched moan as Hanta’s fingers focus on her clit. She moans out in surprise when he pinches it lightly and grinds her panties into the pleasurable nub. Her panties feel rough against the sensitive skin of her throbbing cunny and it makes her whine. Her tail flicks at the feeling and wraps around her and Hanta’s side-by-side thighs making him chuckle.

Enjoying her little moans and whines, Hanta speeds up his ministrations against her clitty and makes sure to grind her panties into it. Y/n throws her head back against his shoulder as more whines escape her and her hands weakly grip onto whatever fabric she could reach with her still hazy mind. Her left clutches at the couch while her right flies back to grip the fabric of her boyfriend’s cutoff tank top. He smirks at the reactions she gives him and decides to take pity on his poor little Kitty.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’mma make you feel good, okay?” He speaks against her sensitive kitty ear on top of her head that twitches at his breath fanning over it and shifts the h/c fur and makes her shudder.

“Please…” She whines out, shifting her hips and clenching around nothing. He chuckles again, the husky sound in her ear sends a noticeable shiver down her spine.

“Ohh, poor baby, she looks cold~!” Mina cries faux sympathy lining her words, “You’d better warm her up, Papi.” He playfully rolls his eyes at her teasing but proceeds nonetheless. He runs his fingers to the bottom of her poor soaked little cunny and drags upwards until he reaches the hem of her pretty panties with a cutie little black bow adorning the band. From there, he dips his hand under the fabric and moves down to play with her puffy pussy lips directly.

Her hips arch up at the contact and her leg thrown over her lover’s flexes straighter. She’s not usually this sensitive but the plant, that she’s now donned her favorite, made her far more sensitive and acutely aware of all Hanta’s skillful touches. Cute little moans fill the air as the tape-quirked boy slides his middle finger through her slick folds up to her sensitive little bud, flicking it every time he meets it.

“P-please… Hanta…” Y/n mewls while he still only teases her when he just barely dips his fingertip into her entrance before moving on.

“Please what, pretty kitty? I can’t do anything if I don’t know what you want..” He punctuates his teasing sentence with a soft kiss to the base of her twitching ear.

“Want… Want you to touch me…” Her tail’s grip on their thighs tightens and twitches with her near-desperate whining.

“But I am touching you, princesa.” His noncooperation draws more whines from her throat while his touches feel so, so good but are just not enough.

“In.. Inside..! Please!” She practically sobs out the request before her desperation is cut off by a pleased keen when his third and fourth fingers finally, finally, breach her opening. Her moans are accentuated by her loud purrs. Her lover decided to not start out slow, though he doesn’t set a particularly fast pace at first.

He rocks his hand into her sex hard and fast enough to have her bucking her hips into his palm and letting out high-pitched moans. He smirks and speeds up his pace to get her whining and drunk on the sensations of him getting her off on just his fingers. Y/n’s chest rises and falls with her heavy breaths at the intense pleasure she’s getting just from being fingerfucked. Granted, her boyfriend has magical fingers, it’s never been this intense before. The herb has really affected her, so it seems.

“You feeling good, bebita?” Hanta asks in a teasing tone as he flexes his wrist and curls his fingers at the same moment and presses deliciously into the spongy spot inside her that has her seeing stars after the pleasure he’s already given her.

“Yes.. Yes!!” She moans out in a cry, her tail straightens out like an arrow and twitches about like crazy. He then moves his other hand from where he’s been palming himself at all her gorgeous little sounds and slides it around her body to her front. His hand slithers down her form, setting her nerves on fire from her sensitivity from both his fingerfucking and the weed in her system.

Her hips buck up and a shocked cry leaves her when his long fingers find her clitty and start setting loose, slow circles around her swollen little button. Hanta’s deep chuckle vibrates against Y/n’s back and into her whole being as she arches back against him. With a devious smirk, he dips down to nip and kiss and suck on her neck.

“H-Han.. Hanta..!” Y/n’s voice trembles with arousal and need and her ears fold flat against her head. Her cheeks are flushed and a desperate need shines in her glassy eyes with her unshed tears of too much pleasure.

“Cum for me, Mi Princesa. Go on and cum. Déjate sentir bien, gatita. Cum so fuckin hard, gatita. You wanna show our friends how pretty you look when you cum? Muéstrales tu cara bonita, Mi Linda Gatita.” Hanta groans against her skin as he trails his lips up to the juncture of her jaw, the place that makes her weak.

“Yes, Hanta..! Yesyesyes!!” Y/n practically screams as her hips buck up off the couch and soaks her pretty panties with her cum as she gushes around her boyfriend’s fingers. Her cross and roll to the back of her head as her mouth gapes in a perfect O and her claws come out and scratch line rips into the couch cushion and back and her whole body trembles from the intensity of her orgasm. Her ears twitch nonstop against her head and her tail shakes wildly as it coils around Hanta’s arm tightly and her hips shake as her pretty cunny drenches her favorite panties.

“Holy shit..” Mina chuckles in amazement at the sight before her. She doesn’t know who she’s more jealous of in this moment. On the one hand, Y/n clearly just had one of the most intense orgasms of her life, but on the other hand, Hanta gets to give that to her, not just now, but he gets to play with her pretty pussy whenever he wants.

Her look of wonderment is mirrored on Denki, Eijirou, and Hitoshi, as well. That show was stunning. Seeing Y/n make such a pretty face when she came was like a glimpse of heaven to them. No doubt, Katsuki would have had the same reaction had he not fallen asleep in Mina’s lap after a few minutes of Hanta teasing Y/n’s perfect slit over her panties, no matter how hard he tried to fight against it(he didn’t really, he didn’t even realize he was falling asleep until it was too late).

“You were absolutely right, I think that’s the prettiest cum face I’ve ever seen.” Mina breathed with her eyes still wide.

“Right? Mi Bebita Bonita has the prettiest faces when she feels good, isn’t that right, Mi Linda Gatita?” He purrs with a smug smirk at his friend as he presses a kiss to his baby’s cheek. His pretty kitty is too worn out to answer, only able to heave for breath limply against Hanta’s chest with a fucked out expression on her pretty pretty face. The only noises that leave her are pathetic little moans and whines of overstimulation as Hanta gently rubs his fingers over her little cunny as if it’s a soothing motion.

“Damn… And you’re really keeping such a pretty kitty all to yourself, huh? Can’t blame you, man…” Hitoshi lightly teases, even while he can’t tear his eyes away from where they can all see Hanta’s fingers still gliding over her poor little overstimmed pussy.

“Well, whether I keep her all to myself is ultimately up to this Bonita Gatita. Who knows? Maybe she’d be up for a little… group bonding. We can ask once she’s not so blissed out from my fingers in this pretty cunny, sí?” He smirks over at his friends and finally slides his hand out of her soaked panties that make a wet ‘plap’ against her sensitive pussy and makes her flinch and whine from the sudden sensation.

“In the meantime…” He deviously smirks again, holding up his glistening hand in a display, “Who wants a taste?”

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𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥:

@frosch-thefrog

[mtchee]

Silence is Silver, Your Voice is Gold - [Tenya Iida] SOULMATE SERIES | GN

blurb:

Your spitfire attitude is a stark contrast to your sister Ochaco, but that doesn't stop you two from having each other's backs. Through your gruff exterior, Ochaco knows you're well meaning and understanding--even when you tend to snap back. That's why it baffles her when you become dead silent after you're scolded by class 1A's class president, Iida, for an outburst in class. When usually you'd scoff at him, you'd reeled back and sat in your seat. But now... you won't talk at all.

cw: not edited, second-person-pov, Ochaco is your twin, fighter not a lover to lover AND a fighter, i love writing character/reader siblings its so fun, [name] is actually rather anxious, tsundere but not the annoying kind, Iida is an understanding sweetheart, protective Ochaco!, onesided (but not really) admiration

| masterlist | boku no hero academia collection |

[2.8k]

Ochaco was worried about you.

Between the two of you, you've always been more of the fighter. Her sweet nature contrasts starkly to your own spitfire attitude. Although you were rough, you always took care of her, and in turn, she's always had your back.

Through thick and thin since your very birth, you stuck to each other like glue. Eventually, her more outgoing nature prompted you to give her a nudge, to let her bloom on her own.

While she nervously went out of her way to chat with a few others on your first day at U.A, you stuck to the back and kept quiet.

You made quick friends with Kirishima and Jirou, sometimes rough housing with the former and taking the time to chill with the latter. You never went out of your way to really talk to anyone else, though you had decent enough manners to reply if someone did want to talk.

You weren't a jerk without reason.

You didn't really talk to Ochaco's friend group, but you would nod a curt greeting to them in passing.

The class learnt you were a bit snappy, though not quite to Bakugo's extent. Ochaco sweatdropped when you first got into a verbal battle with him, and it just went on and on and on...

Aizawa had to separate you in the end.

Lately though, you've been more quiet.

Scarily so.

Sure, she knew you weren't the talkative type, but you were never one to hold your tongue either. So when Bakugo barked at you one day during training and you shrugged him off, she panicked.

Then you guys moved into the dorms, and the only time she seemed to hear you speak was when you two were alone.

The last time she witnessed your fire was three weeks ago, when Bakugo had provoked in the middle of Japanese Literature, where you'd unintentionally interrupted the class to bite back at him before Iida scolded you in front of everyone.

Ochaco doesn't really remember what he said, but Iida had never been the harsh type. Stern, yes, but never mean. And you weren't someone who would take it to heart anyway, usually dismissing anyone who'd tell you off.

But, maybe he did strike a nerve...?

"Move it, hardass," Bakugo shoulders past you purposefully, throwing you a challenging sneer meant to rile you up. He narrows his eyes and huffs boredly when you only scoff and glare at him in return.

Ochaco shares a worried look with Kirishima at your lack of reaction and, unbeknownst to you, even the agressor himself glances back wearily at your odd demeanour.

While you take your usual lunch seat next to Jirou, your sister also decides to sit with you this time. While Bakugo and Sero where still filling out their trays, Kirishima and Denki sat across from you.

They seemed nervous while you poked at your food.

You deadpan at them, "What?"

"N-Nothing!" Denki gives you a not at all convincing smile, immediately stuffing his face with his pork tonkatsu.

"Mm, well... It's just," Jirou sweatdrops, "you've been kinda quiet lately."

"Yeah," Kiri gives you a reassuring smile, "we were just wondering if everything's okay!"

You look at your sister who shrugs sheepishly, and you roll your eyes.

"Yeah, 'm fine."

"I mean, you say that but..." You spy Bakugo growling at a panicked Sero for his meal choice while Ochaco thinks about how to continue, "how do I say this... you're not, uh, you're not as fiery anymore."

Jirou nods along.

"Yeah, I never hear you talk in class anymore."

"And you've like, stopped fighting with Bakugo," Denki looks at you worriedly, "and you always fight with Bakugo!"

"Oh."

Ochaco furrows her brows at that, you seem oddly taken aback.

"You noticed?" You don't give them a chance to respond, continuing while scratching the back of your neck laxly, "'m kinda stressed, I guess."

"Why? Exams aren't for ages." Denki shoves a bunch of noodles in his mouth.

Jirou squints at him, "Exams are in two weeks."

"See? Aaaages!"

"Stressed?" Kirishima tilts his head, and you glance off at another table to the side.

"I met my soulmate."

"YOU WHAT!?"

You scowl and slam your fist down on your tray to at their obnoxious chorus.

"KEEP IT DOWN," You close your eyes with a sharp intake of air, counting slowly before releasing your breath, "... you're too noisy."

"Are you kidding!?" Denki ignores you completely, leering over the table at you excitedly, "Mx. Stronghold over here found their soulmate! That's amazing!"

He laughs giddily.

"Dude, for real?" Kirishima beams, "that's totally awesome! Where'd you meet?"

"Yeah, and you're only telling us this now?" Jirou nudges you good naturedly.

"S..Soulmate?" Ochaco echoes, eyes wide, "So, you're soul words--"

"He doesn't know it's me."

A cold silence instantly sets them all on edge, you're admittance piercing them in their chests.

Denki blinks, "W-What?"

A silver lunch tray slams onto the table between you and your sister, and she shrieks, flinching away from the harsh impact as Bakugo scowls at her.

"Beat it, floaty. Go back to your own table."

"Oi," Your warning tone makes him huff, and he taps his foot impatiently, waiting for her to move.

"A-Ah.. it's okay, [name]," Ochaco smiles nervously, quickly picking back up her own tray and waving to the others, "I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"'Kay." You wave her bye, and Sero takes a seat beside Kiri.

Elbow boy quirks up a brow at the stiffness of the others.

"So... what was that about?"

"Nothin'," You shrug, getting back to your meal.

"Like hell it was." Bakugo narrows his eyes, but ultimately decides he doesn't care enough to push for more and starts shoveling in his rice and curry.

You glare at the others threateningly, and the dutifully keep their mouths shut and eat, though the tension from your prior topic lingers.

As Ochaco makes her way back to her normal table, she can't help but dwell on your words.

She thinks back on your unusual change in behaviour, where now you sit still in class as though trying to slink by unnoticed, when before your presence was proud and fiery.

Very rarely are you two apart for long, so everyone you've met, she's met. She ponders on all your interactions in the last three weeks. She doesn't remember you outwardly reacting to anyone strangely.

You'd gossiped about soulmates before, and how you'd probably feel once you meet them. She's known how nervous yet excited you've been--to meet someone that the universe deems to be your other half. To have someone meant for you.

But, you didn't seem all that happy.

Actually, now that she thinks about it, you looked rather... sad. Not disappointed, but more so disheartened.

And you haven't really had any outbursts since--

As she sets her tray down beside Tsu, she gasps when looking at Iida, a lightbulb going off in her head.

"It's you!"

Iida responds with a polite hum, and Shouto blinks with Midoriya and Tsu looking back at her in confusion.

"So, you know how you and Bakugo got into a bit of a spit a couple weeks ago?"

You growl irratedly, failing to throw your nosy sister off your trail on the way back to the dormitory.

"And how Iida kinda stood in to settle you down?" She keeps going, ignorant of your flaring temper, "well, I know you've been kinda quiet since then which I thought was really odd. To be honest, I started to miss how snippy you get--"

"Ochaco, drop it." You huff.

"--but I thought, 'there's no way that actually upset you,' so I started thinking some more; and then you told us about your soulmate! Well, not really, but you said that you met your soulmate, and you know, you've never really talked to Iida before without me or Deku or someone there, so you never needed to anyway--"

"Ochaco."

"--and I remember! You didn't snap back at him!"

Your shoulders tense and your stomach churns uncomfortably.

She's getting way too close.

"And ever since then you've been so silent! We never hear you talk in class anymore, and you haven't been bothered to sit with us for lunch. So that's when it all clicked!"

She turns to you with a beaming smile, bouncing in front of you with her arms held out wide.

"Iida is your soulmate!"

"I said drop it." Your gaze is sharp and defensive, tone gruff and dripping with danger.

Ochaco falters, "But... [name], isn't that great?"

You scoff, "Yeah, whatever."

"Hey..." She frowns when you shove past her, "why're you... [name], you've been so excited to find your soulmate. And you're not too shy to talk to him. What's the problem?"

She has to double her steps to keep up with your hurried pace.

She winces, "Do... you not like Iida?"

"Ochaco.."

Her heart tugs at the exhaustion in your voice. You stop in your wake, features carefully slated except for the singular shine of hurt in your eyes. You don't look her way.

"Just drop it."

"[name]," Ochaco plants herself in front of you sternly, "you can't be like this. It's hurting you, and it's not fair on your soulmate. Iida is my friend! He's a great guy, and our class president! Trust me, you've got nothing to worry--"

"Damnit, I know!" You hiss as her probing reignites the spark of your temper.

"I know, Ochaco! It's why I can't let him know I'm his soulmate!"

Your words stunt her, and she reels back.

Her frustrated frown creases into one of worry, puppy eyes glistening as she stares at you in disbelief.

"...What..?"

"I-I can't--" You scunch your nose, closing your eyes and breathing in sharply, "--Ochaco, you know why. It's obvious."

Your shoulders sag from their defensive position and you roll you head to ease the stress caused crook in your neck.

Of course it's obvious. He's nice Iida. Handsome Iida. Intelligent Iida. Way out of your league Iida, who wouldn't spare a rascal like you a single look because all you do is spit fire and scowl.

"We're not a good match, sis. He... He wouldn't want me. It's obvious from my soul words."

You tentively inch up the blazer sleeve on your right arm, small golden words inked neatly onto the skin of your outer forearm: 'Cease this behaviour! You are much too astute to be acting in such an irresponsible and disruptive manner!'

"Oh, [name]..." Ochaco's eyes flutter, and when she looks back up at you, her heart breaks at the sight of your ever so subtly trembling lips and glossy eyes.

You crunch your nose at her distastefully when she coos at your reluctant sniffle.

"Hmph," You glare at the ground to keep your fruitless tears at bay, "we're just too different. S-So he won't know that it's me, and he'll find someone better."

She frowns at that, "You can't decide that."

"Well, I did."

You frown daringly right back at her.

But your sister's always had your back, for better and for worse. Even when you don't want her to.

Especially when you don't want her to.

You growl angrily at the incessant knocking on your door.

For the past two weeks since you stupidly confided in your sister she's been hounding you about your soulmate business. Your soulmate business.

Meaning, not her business.

So each morning you'd avoid her and every afternoon, if you didn't plan on training, you'd lock yourself in your dorm where she's been following to bug you.

Sometimes you'd throw yourself into your homework and studies and blast music obnoxiously to drown her out, but the sound of her knocking is just so annoying.

"Goddamnit," You've just about had enough of her, eyes ablaze, you almost snap your pen and ruin your paper.

"For the last damn time, Ochac-- oh, shit." After violently flinging your door open, you pale at the sight of not your sister.

Iida, from where he stands in your doorway, looks about just as shocked as you--though not with the same horrored expression that you harbour.

With a quiet gasp, the spectacle eyed male feels the skin on his chest tingle pleasantly, and you spy a subtle golden glow through the material of his blue collared cotton shirt.

Oh, shit.

Although your features are hardened, you swallow anxiously as you await his further reaction.

Iida's eyes daren't stray from your form, lips parted ever so slightly in shock from the truth of Ochaco's earlier information. He lets out a controlled, gentle breath.

"It is you."

You step back abrasively when his face brightens with an awed smile and a light pink blush across his cheeks.

All in a sudden moment you feel giddy and flushed and nervous before you quickly crush that hope with skeptical eyes and a defensive stance. Your heart thrums in your chest, and you can't help but berate yourself for the mere notion of him getting you afluster.

"Oh my," Iida sounds breathless and dazed, and his glimmering eyes have you frozen in place as he steps toward you, "you are my soulmate, indeed."

"Ochaco told you," You're quick to deduce, and you notice him swallow thickly at your evident displeasure.

His focus narrows in on your body language: how you shuffle back ever so slightly, chest stuttering with each deep breath, your thumb pressing into your closed knuckles by your side--you're on the defense.

"...You're not happy?"

"I'm not hopeful."

Your dismissing muttering peaks his interest, and he raises a pointy brow.

"Pardon?" He decides to keep pushing when you avert your gaze to the side, "what do you mean by that, exactly?"

"I'm-- we're not.." A flash of insecurity passes your features, but he's quick to catch it, "--this just isn't a good... match."

Something in his gaze hardens, and his chest expands with a sharp intake of air before he speaks, "I beg to differ."

When you glance up, you see a red blush tinting his ears and underlining where his glasses sit.

"I'd be quite dismayed if my soulmate were someone other than you."

"Eh?" Comes your eloquent response. You deadpan with disbelief.

"Ochaco put you up to this," You growl at him threateningly, "I don't need your pity!"

"I bare no form of pity," He frowns, "I'm telling the truth."

At his insistence you huff, crossing your arms over your chest with a 'whatever'.

"Shove off, I'm too irresponsible and brash for you."

He looks taken aback (and almost hurt) before his frustration becomes palpable, and he steps past the threshold of your doorway after a moment of hesitance.

"Pardon the intrusion; but that is utter nonsense and what I'm saying is true," He speaks with a firmness that demands your attention, and you send him a disgruntled look which he ignores, "from what I recall, while my words may have first been, unpleasant, by no means does that dictate how I perceive you."

"Oh yeah?"

He feels the urge to reprimand you at your challenging sneer. You grin victoriously when you pick up on his irritance with your behaviour, as though proving your point.

Instead though, he rolls back his broad shoulders with a quiet sigh.

"While occasionally explosive, and impossibly headstrong--you have a good heart."

"Hell are you on about?" He hushes you quickly, as one would a noisy child, and you frown.

"Let me finish. I mean it, [name]. I know how you are, we've consistently been around each other. I've seen how you treat Uraraka, how you look out for her while letting her pull her own weight. I've watched you converse with Kirishima and Jirou, and pull Bakugo down a few pegs."

You bite back a smug smile when he puffs out a bemused chuckle at that.

"We may not have spoken directly until as of recent, but even though, we already know one another very well," He clears his throat gently and holds out a hand, "now, it's just a matter of knowing each other on a deeper level. I-If you accept, that is.."

You scoff at his stumble, after having the gall to shush you and barge in like that. Still, you eye his hand--his implicit invitation--temptingly. You've always adored the prospect of soulmates, and it seems that despite your aggresive reservations, yours is more than accepting of you as you are.

Looking him up and down, you snort quietly at his obvious nerves. Iida's posture is staight, wide shoulders held high and stiff with one hand outstretched robotically while the other sweats, tucked behind his back.

Your eyes soften, and you plaster on a downturned smile.

You clap his tense hand with your own, only able to look at him briefly before sickeningly sweet fluttering in your chest becomes way too apparent.

"Sure. Yeah, soulmates or whatever," You bite the inside of your cheek as you turn your back to him, feeling a humiliating heat crawl up your cheeks, "just so you know, you're stuck with me now. No take backs--and you can't regret it!"

Unbeknownst to you, a wide smile crosses Iida's squared features, and he heaves out a massive sigh of relief. He positively beams while gazing at your turned back, chuckling softly with a sheepish blush as he observes your stewing bashfulness.

"Believe me, I would never."

[catsukiiee]

# LINK UP.

౨ৎ prohero!hanta sero x fem!reader

౨ৎ pov: sero cannot stop thinking about you after a recent argument between you two, getting to the point where he’s out of his bed and driving to your house, knowing damn well he has patrols later.

wordcount ; 766

paragraphs ; 16

sentences ; 34

songs used ; link up by avenoir

tropes ; friends with benefits, messy love.

content ; makeup sex.

note ;

hanta sero is nineteen here instead of his canon age of 24.

japanese and hispanic mix sero <3

The last conversation you had with Sero ended in tears, your throat raw from the screams you unleashed at him for being a jerk and toying with your emotions. You still felt a twinge of embarrassment over that outburst, but deep down, you believed your anger was warranted.

You weren’t officially a couple; you just spent time together and occasionally fucked each other.

Unfortunately, those casual hangouts and fuck sessions led you to develop feelings, those feelings causing you to spiral and crash out whenever Sero posted pictures of himself with other girls at UA college parties.

In retaliation, you began doing the same—hitting up parties and posting yourself with other guys. Sero’s response was always predictable: he’d flood your phone with messages and calls, asking where you were, then he'd show up at your place to argue, then it would either end with you kicking him out your house or his head between your legs.

Now, you stood in your dark living room, your phone's brightness being the only source of light as you reread his messages, the word "mama's" making thighs clench. He knew how to break down your defenses in an instant.

He was barely a foot inside the front door when you wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning forward on the tips of your toes to reach his lips, roughly pulling him into a kiss. “Fuck, hello.” he chuckled into the kiss, pressing you against the now-closed door. One hand grabbed a handful of your ass, the other tangled in your hair, pressing his body into yours.

No words needed to be spoken; this was a toxic cycle that both of you were far too familiar with. “Hey, mamas.” He groaned, moving his hand from your hair to grab at your throat, pulling you from the kiss.

“Missed me?”  

“Fuck yes.”

He was on his knees as soon as he got the answer he was waiting for, slinging one leg over his shoulder. You had made sure to take off your underwear before he arrived. All he had to do was raise your shirt and jump straight in, his tongue lapping at your clit, his tongue piercing dragging on it every time. "Fuck, Sero." With a gasp, you removed your shirt completely to look at him better, running your fingers in his hair, combing back his dark curls.

He continued to eat your pussy until you came against his tongue, your nails dragging through his hair, almost pushing his face away completely when he kept going. Groaning loudly against you, he finally let you push him away; even in the dark, you could see how dilated his pupils were. “You’re such a whiner, I was just eating your pussy.” He teased as he stood up, grinning down at you widely. You wanted to smack that grin off his face so bad.

“Come here and get a taste.” He grabbed you by the nape of your neck, towering over you once more, slamming his lips against yours. The kiss was nothing more than a kiss of teeth and tongue, messy open-mouthed kisses as his hands roamed all over your body, breathy moans fueling throaty groans.

"Did you come here to kiss me or to fuck me, Hanta." There it was, the sass that always turned him on much to your annoyance.

Sero was quick to get your ass up those stairs and face-first into your pillows, pushing your face deeper into them when you started getting loud. He loved how your body reacted, how your back arched and your pussy clenched when his hands came down on your ass, hitting the same spot until it was all bruised. “Damn, you sound amazing, mamas.”

This was what he loved: no back talk, no attitude, no eye rolls when he said something that annoyed you—just your shaky moans and cries. “Yeah, baby?” He laughed when you complained that he was going too deep, grabbing your hand when you tried to push against his hips. “Nah, just take it.” He teased, moving your hand away.

"Look at you, mamas, creaming all over my dick." He slowed down, pulling out just enough to see the mess you two made, then pushed back in deep, making you squirm. "Ugh, don’t do that," you gasped, reaching back. "Don’t do what?" he teased, grabbing your hand and pinning it behind your back, going balls deep again and staying still, grinning as your legs quivered, your body tensing as you gasped and moaned out into your pillows. "Did you just cum from that? Am I fucking you that good ma?"

He's such a fucking asshole but goddamn is his dick good.

strong believer of japanese and hispanic sero 🫶 i was giggling a bit too hard writing this.

MESSAGES WERE DONE BY MEEEEE!! I do NAWT have an iPhone unfortunately so I used an app for these messages. 😞✊...

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What Agreement?! - Bakugou x Reader

Main Masterlist ~ MHA Masterlist ~ #2

I hope you like this!

Requested by @simply-trash5

1722 Words

+ You and Bakugou had been close ever since 1st year. After graduation, you two stayed close. From working at the same agency to being with each other's go for almost everything. Save for the few things he only shares with Deku and Kirishima. You thought from how personal and soft he sometimes acted with you, that he shared your feelings for him.

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Y/N's POV

I sighed as the train ride seemed to take forever. I could hear the whispers and clicks of people's phones from both sides of me. I ignored it, having got used to it over the past couple of years. Finally the train made it to the station and I quickly got off while dialing my phone.

"Hello?" Mina chirped on the other end.

"Hey Mina. Sorry I'm late. I'm just a few blocks away so I'll be there in a few minutes.

"Great! I was starting to wonder. But Y/N, to have is something you should know. Kat..." The sound of some fangirls coming towards me caught my attention.

"Damn. I thought they were going to leave me alone. You'll have to tell me later Mina. I'll be there in a few minutes." I hung up the phone.

After about 10 minutes, I was able to slip away to get to the party. I walked a few blocks to the restaurant. I was greeted first by Sero outside who was out for a smoke. I found Mina next who as soon as she saw me, she looked panicked a bit.

"What's wrong Mina? You look like you've seen the worst thing in the world." I chuckled. "Where's Bakugou? You mentioned him."

"Not the worst for me but for you maybe." I gave her an amused but curious look.

"Okay now you have to tell me." We walked into the actual room for our party.

"Well let's just say, um... Katsuki..." I listened to her until Katsuki's voice caught my attention. I quickly zeroed in on him, only for my stomach to drop by what I saw. Katsuki was standing across the room next to Kirishima. Kirishima wasn't the deal, it was Katsuki's arm around some girl I've never seen before, shoulders. "Yeah that."

"He has a... date?"

"Yeah. I tried to warn you on the phone. I'm sorry."

"I, um... That's fine." I stuttered.

"Y/N?" Katsuki looked over at that moment and saw me. He waved me over.

"I'll talk to you later, Mina." I walked over to the three standing there. Kirishima and I swapped greetings before he gave me a sympathetic smile and walked away.

"Y/N. This is Maya. My girlfriend. Maya,  this my best friend Y/N."

"Nice to meet you." I shook her hand. "Wow Kats. A girlfriend. I had no idea."

"Yeah. We wanted to keep it on the down low from everyone until we got more comfortable With each other."

"Oh that makes sense. Especially with our crazy friend group." I forced a chuckle. Plus, to prove my point Denki screamed something across the room before the lights flickered.

"Spark plug..." Kat muttered. Maya giggled and set her hand on Kat's chest. My throat closed off at seeing how close they were. Kat still didn't like us touching him outside a high five, a shoulder touch, or back slap even after all these years.

"Well, I'm going to greet a few of the others. It was nice meeting you Maya."

"It was nice meeting you too!" She said sweetly. I smiled and walked away. I could feel my eyes stinging as I walked towards a blurring figure with purple hair.

"Hey there Stormy." Shinso greeted me softly. I wiped my eyes. I looked up and he gave me a sad smile. 

"Hi." I greeted. 

"Come here." He held out his arm. I settled into his side and he hugged me tight. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It was bound to happen."

"Yeah. But we all thought it would be with you." He said softly. "Rooting for it actually." 

"Yeah. Sorry to disappoint."

~

As the weeks went by, Kat invited me out to hang with him in Maya. I went most of the time but eventually I started to distance myself from him. Kats kept calling to hang out but I made every excuse to say no. I even started to pair up more with other heroes for shifts.

"Okay. I'm heading out for the day." I said as I packed up my stuff. I stood up from my desk and grabbed my bag.

"See ya later." Sero said while saving over his shoulder. "Oh by the way. Katsuki is getting real antsy about why you've been avoiding him."

"I haven't been avoiding him. I've been avoiding ... them, together." I admitted. He sighed and turned to me.

"Y/N, babe. I know seeing him with someone hurt but he is still my best friend. You keep acting like this, you're going to hurt him."

"I know." I plopped down in my chair. "It just hurts seeing the man I'm in love with with someone else. I mean it was bound to happen but I didn't think... I mean, Kat never showed interest in dating much, ever."

"I know. It took us all by surprise. Even Deku."

"I just can't stand the sight of them being all lovey. It's like a knife to the heart thrice times over."

"Um... Y/N."

"And I'm so in love with him that I don't know if I can get past this."

"Y/N..."

"I can't help but love him, Sero." I said before looking up at him. He looked a little pale and gave me an apologetic smile. I gave him a confused look.

"You what?!" A familiar voice snapped from my right. I quickly looked to see Kat standing there with a confused glare.

"Why didn't you tell me?!" I panicked, looking at Sero.

"I tried!" I looked back at Kat and he stood there with his cams crossed.

"Kat."

"Explain." He said in a condescending tone. The tone made me a little upset. And hurt. I looked away and got up.

"I'm leaving." I walked towards the elevator.

"Oh no you don't." He snapped and followed. I rolled my eyes and covered him in fog so he couldn't follow.

Later that night, I was sitting on my couch watching some TV. There was a familiar knock on the door that made me freeze up. I looked at the foyer before getting up. I walked to the door and opened it.

"Really? Fog?" He said unimpressed.

"Worked didn't it." I said. He rolled my eyes. I went to close the door.

"Wait!" He put a hand on the door keeping it open.

"Kat, I can't do this right now."

"Y/N. Please let me in. We need to talk." He said quietly, trying to hide the fact that he was pleading.

"I don't want to." I started to close the door again.

"It wasn't real!" He shouted, panicked. I paused and reopened the door.

"What wasn't real?" He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. I finally noticed how disheveled he looked, like he had gotten dressed in a flurry and his hair was entirely out of place.

"The relationship with Maya." He said. I was silent for a minute.

"WHAT?!" I exclaimed. He bit his lip. "Get in here!"

"Okay." He stepped in and kicked off his shoes. We walked in farther.

"Explain!" I snapped.

"Maya and I made this little agreement."

"Agreement?"

"Yeah um."

"So you lied to everyone?" I said in disbelief

"Well, yeah." He said. "But..."

"Katsuki!" I scoffed. I was pissed at him. "Why would you do this?! This isn't like you. You don't lie!"

"I know but..." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"I just can't believe you would do this and..."

"Will you just listen to me?" He snapped. I looked at him only half surprised.

"Yeah, yeah." I nodded. He sat down.

"I did it because I thought it would make you jealous and if you had feelings for me, you would speak up or do something. When you didn't I figured you didn't have feelings for me." He sighed heavily and sat back on the couch. "But then I heard you today."

"Shit. Right." I muttered and hugged myself.

"Maya agreed to help me and I shouldn't have done it but I did. It hurt us both in the end." He let his head fall into his hands. I had never seen him act like this, so it must really be bothering him. I sat down next to him. "I nearly caused myself to nearly lose another best friend. Again."

"You haven't lost me." I said softly. He looked over at me.

"I haven't?" I could see the doubt hidden in his eyes.

"No. I wasn't going to leave you. I just needed time to get past the fact you were with someone else. As you probably heard me say to Sero, I'm in love with you and it hurt to see you with Maya." I admitted. "I had to face it sooner or later but I wasn't going anywhere."

"Oh. Good." We sat there in an awkward silence. I was looking down at my lap. "Hey, look at me."

"What?" I looked up at him. He took a big breath. Cupping my chin, he moved in closer.

"Tell me to stop and we can go back to being friends." He said. There was a beat of silence before I pulled him in the rest of the way by his shirt. The kiss was the complete opposite then you would think coming from Bakugou Katsuki. It was sweet and longing when I thought it would be, well rough and hard.

"We are not going back to being just friends." I said when I pulled away. He chuckled and slithered his arms around my hips, pulling me close. He pulled me into another more passionate kiss.

"Fuck no." He said breathlessly.

"I think we need to thank Maya majorly. We owe her big time." I chucked.

"Oh she benefited from the arrangement too." I lifted an eyebrow in confusion and curiosity.

"How so?"

"She was trying to make the girl she likes jealous too. Except, it worked in her favor." He huffed and did his trademark Bakugou pout. I giggled. I looked up at the clock.

"Okay come on." I stood up, holding out my hand. He gave me a bitch face but took my hand anyway.

"What?"

"We're going out for something to eat." I pulled him up. "And you're paying."

"Fine but I get to pick the place." He smirked.

"Fine by me."

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you can't just say perchance - bk+reader

pov: you misusing the word perchance

exhibit A

ever since you were paired with bakugou katsuki for a joint training exercise, you realized that tolerating his explosive personality might just be more challenging than facing a villain. as you both sat in the training room, strategizing for the upcoming exercise, you couldn’t help but notice how he bristled every time you uttered the word "perchance."

"so... BK... perchance we should start with a frontal assault?" you suggested with a hand on your hip trying to gauge his reaction. you saw his eyebrow twitch.

"you sound like an idiot."

"sorry i thought-" you started but unsurprisingly bakugou cut you off, in a very bakugou fashion.

"thinking ain't your strong suit, obviously" he retorted, rubbing his temples.

the exercise proceeded with bakugou leading, his explosive quirk echoing through the training grounds. despite how harsh his demeanor seemed, you were intrigued by his determination and skill.

exhibit B

in the days that followed, you couldn't help but tease him by randomly slipping the word "perchance" into your casual conversations. each time he'd shoot you a withering glare or correct you with a grumble. it had started to turn into a game for you, with bakugou becoming increasingly more exasperated and you finding more creative ways to misuse the word.

one afternoon, during your lunch break you had seated yourself with bakugou, kirishima, denki and sero. you guys were casually chit chatting, talking more than eating your lunches.

you noticed the red head eyeing your onigiri. you smiled a bit and held one out to him, "would you like one kirishima?"

kirishima smiled, "no no it's alright."

you were persistent however and he caved in; denki also tried to get some of your food as well.

"that's not fair! how come he gets some???" denki turned to you, shaking you by your shoulders slightly.

you shrugged your shoulders, not knowing why you felt like offering up your food but you saw the way he stared at it, it's just one. "perchance."

you jumped when the table shook as two hands slapped down onto it. the culprit? bakugou. he looked so fed up, his head hung down and you could see his eyebrows furrow. "you can't just say 'perchance'."

you started smiling slightly, trying to hold back a giggle. "right right sorry, BK. it won't happen again."

he scoffed and sat back down, rolling his eyes. lunch continued and by the time everyone else had finished eating, you found yourself so full and with one onigiri left. lightbulb.

"perchance, bakugou, would you like the last onigiri?" you held up the little ball, looking at him innocently.

he slammed his tray down with a scowl, "i swear to god, if you say perchance one more time—"

exhibit c

the days went on, and your use of “perchance” continued to drive bakugou up the wall. it had become a sort of game for you, though bakugou wasn’t amused.

one evening, as you both worked on your hero essay revisions in the library, bakugou seemed unusually pensive. after a long silence, he cleared his throat and turned to you, his voice oddly hesitant.

“uh, listen. perchance you might want to… go out sometime?”

you blinked and paused for a moment, surprised by his choice of words. you tilted your head to the side while smiling, "did you just use 'perchance'?"

you could see the light blush creeping up his cheeks. "yeah so what?"

"actually, bk, using ‘perchance’ here is kind of... off." you stifled a laugh, "you should use 'maybe' or 'perhaps'."

bakugou rolled his eyes and turned his head away from you "just answer the question."

........................... "perchance."

he stood up, arms crossed and huffing loudly.

"i'm joking!" you put your hands up in defense, "yes i'd like to go out with you sometime."

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First Dance

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Summary: You’ve known Bakugou since your UA days but at the alumni dance things feel a little different between you two. Flashbacks included. Bakugou pov mostly. 

Warnings: Fluff! Fem reader. Pining. 

WORDCOUNT: 2254

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Bakugo tried to loosen his tie, it was hot in the dance hall. It was good to see Class 1A back together again, even if he would never admit it. Class 1B on the other hand... damn he wanted to strangle that pompous straw haired copy cat Monoma. He took a deep breath and focused back on the group he was talking to. 

Kirishima was talking animatedly to Shoji, one arm around Mina. They took a while to get together after graduation but Bakugo was glad it happened, he was tired of hearing Kirishima pine after her. Half and Half was busy talking to invisichick Hagakure and Sero. Denki was scheming in a corner with Mineta and slowly Bakugo’s gaze glided around the circle, over Jirou and right onto you. He felt a tightness in his chest and for some reason the room felt warmer. 

Damn it. He thought he was over this stupid crush. It had been three years since graduation and he hadn’t seen you at all since you just came back from doing work overseas. He hadn’t gotten the chance to speak to you since your return. He had kept putting it off. His eyes lingered on you, your smile and that stupid dress you were wearing. 

Although you were deep in conversation with your old friend Jirou, you couldn’t help but feel someone’s gaze on you. Your eyes slide from Jirou’s face, over her shoulder and you make eye contact with Bakugo. In the time you had been gone, you heard that he had been climbing the charts and was now the #2 hero, right behind Midoriya. You had never really gotten over your high school crush on Bakugo and you received notifications on your phone anytime a news story came out with his name on it. You felt your cheeks turn red under his gaze and quickly turned your attention back to Jirou. 

“Something on your mind?” Bakugo had been so focused on you that he hadn’t noticed Kirishima walk right up to him and started looking back and forth between Bakugo and you. 

“FUCK! Shitty hair! You can’t just walk up unannounced. I could have blown you to bits...” 

“C’mon man! Just go talk to her.”

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.” 

“Don’t be like that Bakugo... remember the last time we were at something like this?” 

“No.” 

He said no but Bakugo had been beating himself up for three years over it. 

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It was the graduation dance. The last night before everyone started going their own separate ways. Bakugo had plans to go to Tokyo and start his own hero agency right away. You on the other hand had plans to work overseas and “pay back” in a sense, the foreign powers that helped Japan during its struggle with All For One. You wouldn’t be gone forever, just three years, however there was a certain someone you were hoping would try to make you stay. If he had asked, you would have stayed. 

The party had lasted forever. You had danced all night until you had to take your shoes off because your feet were so sore. The girls kept you busy all night with the usual scheming, gossip, photos, bathroom trips and of course the group dancing. You were gonna miss these girls. You couldn’t think about it or you would start crying. Bakugo on the other hand was acting strangely tonight. He kept walking close to you, acting like he had something to say but then you would make eye contact and he would frown and walk away. You wondered if you had done something to piss him off... Well whatever it was, you might never know. Your flight left in two hours and your ride to the airport was on its way. You heard a slow song start and instead of awkwardly waiting around for someone to ask you to dance, you decided to slip out of the dance and wait for your ride. You might not be able to handle all of the goodbyes anyways. 

At some point in the night Bakugo couldn’t find you. He had been working up the courage to ask you to slow dance all night. He requested three slow songs already. For the first one he just couldn’t get the words out and ended up telling you that you had something on your face. The second time that stupid bird asked you to dance and Bakugo just had to sit and watch from the side of the dance hall. He finally convinced the DJ to give him one more slow song and now you were nowhere to be found. Bakugo was scanning the room looking for you and just before he could give up, Ochako walked right up to him and asked him to dance. He reluctantly accepted. 

“It’s going to be so weird not seeing everyone together anymore. I don’t think I’m ready.” Ochako was trying to make small talk but Bakugo could barely hear her. He was focused on finding you out in the crowd.

“I’m surprised you didn’t ask Y/N to dance...” Ochako said slyly. 

“Huh??” Bakugo’s attention snapped back down to her. 

“I mean, you like her right? Everyone says you like her.” 

“Tchh.” Bakugo looked away but his ears turned red. He didn’t know how everyone knew but he was gonna kill Shitty Hair if he found out he was the leak. 

“She left you know.” 

“What?” Again his attention was 100% on Ochako. 

“She slipped out when the song started. She’s probably on the way to the airport soon.” 

“Already?” Bakugo felt the blood drain out of his face. He wasn’t ready. He hadn’t asked you to dance yet. He hadn’t told you that you looked pretty in your dress, he hadn’t asked you to walk through the gardens with him, he hadn’t had the opportunity to finally confess to you... to maybe kiss you. 

“Go get her.” Ochako had stopped dancing. 

Bakugo looked down at her a little stunned. 

“Go! Go get your girl Dynamight!” She said it louder and caught the attention of others. Kirishima stopped dancing with Mina and looked over to Bakugo. 

“WELL? Go after her!” Mina shouted. 

“C’mon think like a man!” Kirishima added. 

“Ooh! It would be so romantic!” Momo said enthusiastically. 

“SHUT IT!” Bakugo yelled but he was already running out of the doors. 

The brisk night air hit his face as he catapulted himself out of the dance hall and headed towards the front gates.  

“Damnit! This is taking too long!” 

Bakugo stripped off his jacket and tie and threw them behind him onto the dirt path. He rolled up his sleeves and used his quirk to catapult himself into the air. He blasted his way to the front gates in less than two minutes and just in time. 

You were about to get into the car. You had the passenger door open when Bakugo fell out of the sky and skidded to a stop right at the UA gates. His hair was disheveled and he was wiping his hands on his pants. Your heart skipped a beat. 

“Y/N!” 

“Bakugo?” 

Reality caught up to Bakugo in that moment. He didn’t know what to say... “Come back and dance with me.”?? That would be ridiculous. 

“Uhh... I... are you... leaving?” He managed to force out some words, some question, even if that question had a million other questions behind it. 

“Yeah...” You gave him a confused look. Wasn’t it obvious? 

“Oh. Off to the States right away then?” 

“My flight leaves in like two hours.” 

“Right. Well, I just wanted to say...” Bakugo was at war with himself. He had to say he was afraid. He had faced villains on very power level but somehow this was more terrifying then every one of those encounters combined. He wanted to say so many things, 

“I’ve loved you ever since I met you! I wanted to dance with you! Your dress looks amazing! I’ve admired you as a student as a hero but mostly as a person. You’re beautiful inside and out! You were the first to be kind to me and I want to protect your kindness for the rest of my life! AND MOST OF ALL I DON’T WANT YOU TO LEAVE!!” 

But Bakugo didn’t say any of those things. 

“You wanted to say...?” You asked. Bakugo had stopped in the middle of his sentence and was giving you a wide eyed look. 

“Yeah I just wanted to say... good luck.” He opened his mouth again as though to add on, but he snapped it shut again. 

“Oh...well...” You can’t say you weren’t disappointed. But it was always a naïve hope that Bakugo might share your feelings. You quickly smiled to cover your disappointment. 

Bakugo watched as you smiled and ran towards him throwing your arms around his neck. He felt the breath leave his body and his arms clamped around your waist and he buried his face in your shoulder. 

“Thank you Bakugo.” and with that you were leaving his arms, getting into the car and slipping away. 

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Bakugo had spent the last three years replaying everything that went wrong that night. He had tried to move on, he went on so many dates in the first year that he lost count. But he never could make it to the second date. He tried focusing on his career and he rose pretty quickly after he gave up on dating. But it was hard, playing wingman for Kirishima and Kaminari, being a groomsman at Izuku and Ochako’s wedding and watching you post about your foreign adventures, only wishing he could be there with you. It made his blood boil thinking about all the people you could be meeting who might catch your interest. All because he was too afraid to make a move that night. 

“You do.” Bakugo’s attention snapped back to the present as Kirishima said this. Bakugo merely scoffed. 

“I know you remember Bakugo. You got so wasted afterwards and all you could do was whine about how you let her go. Actually... it’s the only thing you talk about after you get drunk...” 

“Shut up or I’ll shut you up Red.” Bakugo warned. 

“Alright... But I’m gonna ask the DJ for a slow song and if you don’t ask her to dance I’m gonna tell everyone about that time two years ago you fought that laughing gas villain and-” Kirishima couldn’t finish his sentence because he had to dodge Bakugo’s oncoming blow and run to the DJ’s table before Bakugo could catch him.

Damnit. Bakugo watched as Kirishima talked animatedly to the DJ and pointed to his phone. The music started playing moments later. Kirishima was right though. Tonight he wouldn’t mess up and let you slip away again. He turned and found you still talking to Jirou, right where he left you. He strode over to you, blatantly interrupting your conversation and held out his hand. 

“Dance with me.” 

You looked up at him with a look of shock and he realized he still had no sense of tact even after all these years. Your shock faded into a grin and he felt relief flood his body. 

“Alright.” You took his hand and he pulled you in and slid his other arm around your waist. You began to sway to the music and everything else seemed to fade away. 

“How was your time away?” Bakugo asked his head tilting down. 

“It was amazing! Oh you would have loved it! There was so many things to see, so many landmarks and museums! I learned so much! Oh and I met a lot of people too!” Your face lit up as you spoke. 

“Oh really?” Bakugo felt his heart drop at that last part. 

“Yeah! I wished- I mean I wish you were there to see it.” 

“Hah, maybe next time princess...”

“Princess? Are you saying I look like a princess?” 

Bakugo turned red. 

“You wish y/n.” 

“Oh come on, is it so hard to say I look good? I put some effort in you know.” 

“Tchh..” 

You were both silent. You didn’t know what to say next. Maybe you flirted a little too much with him. You were just so excited to see him again, you couldn’t help it! 

“You don’t look good.” 

“What?!” 

“You look great.” Bakugo said blushing and avoiding eye contact. You leaned up so your lips were close to his ear. 

“You look pretty great yourself.” 

Bakugo couldn’t help it. A shiver went down his body and he could feel his face turn as red as a tomato. He stopped dancing. He pulled back and looked at you. 

“Y/n...” 

Then he leaned down, his hand cupping your face and he gazed into your eyes as if asking for permission. Permission which you gave. Suddenly his lips were on yours and he was kissing you. He was kissing you like he was drinking up your soul, pulling your face up into his, his lips surprisingly tender. He handled you like you were precious. It was nothing like how you imagined kissing Bakugo would be but it was amazing. You broke off the kiss when you started hearing the cheers. 

“Man we’ve been waiting forever for you guys to do that!” Sero yelled across all the cheering. 

Bakugo didn’t even care. He just grinned down at you. 

“You’re telling me Soy Sauce...” Bakugo said but only loud enough for you to hear. 

[tr-mha-fan]

Would you make a part 2 of heather👉👈

Omg, did somebody actually ask me to write something? Damn....I feel.....honored. Thanks Anon!

Part 1 here

☁️ Heather Part 2 ☁️

Gn!reader

(Bakugou's POV)

It's been a week since Y/N told me about what happened. I mean, I wasn't surprised, I had a suspicion about them liking IcyHot, but hearing it directly, hurt.

Ever since, I've stuck by Y/N's side, spending more time with 'em. I'm trying my best to impress Y/N, maybe then, they'll notice me.

Maybe.

(Y/N's POV)

Something weird is going on... Bakugou has been acting differently around me lately. He's been spending more time with me, and, I noticed, that he always leaves and enters class the same time I do. He walks me to school in the morning, and then back to the dorms in the afternoon.

I've never seen him like this before, he's never shown any interest in befriending me, so why now? Was he feeling bad because of what happened with Todoroki? I really don't know. Maybe it's just his "mom instincts" (he's followed Sero and Denki around before after they got themselves in big problems.)

Anyways, what happened today though, was much different. Instead of just hanging around near me, he plopped down on the couch. Directly beside me, thighs touching.

In the background, I hear fangirling squeals coming from Mina, Hagakure, and Denki. Whatever's up with them....(little does Y/N know, they're happy Bakugou actually agreed to sit that close to you [courtesy to Mina who convinced him])

We sat there for a long while, just me and him, as the common room slowly started to empty, everybody going to sleep. Everything was silent, each of us scrolling through our own phone, enjoying each other's presence.

Bakugou breaks the silence (brave move my man, I could never, breaking a silence scares me unless I'm with friends).

"Are you still thinking about that damn IcyHot?"

Short question, aggressive tone, but I could feel the caring tone hidden in his words.

"Hm?....Not really..."

"That ain't an answer." He replies.

I sigh, "Yes, sometimes...But I'm fine!"

"No, you're not." His voice is stern.

"Hm?" I turn my head to look at him. His red eyes staring into my [E/C] ones.

"Your eyebags are worse lately. You're not sleeping enough? If you're thinking about him, then stop, there's no point in thinking about a taken man." I understand he meant to make me feel better (let's be honest, Bakugou isn't the best in comforting people) but that did sting a little.

"Why do you care?" I ask, pouting a little, "I thought you don't care about anyone?"

He turns away, back to scrolling on his phone, a small scowl on his (rather beautiful) features. I thought I had beat him, so I got ready to go to my room and get some sleep (actually, stay awake, overthinking my whole entire life) when he suddenly whispers something that makes me freeze in shock.

"Because I love you, dumbass."

I stand there in shock for a second, eyes wide, the heat creeping up to my cheeks. "W-what..?"

"I ain't repeating," he stands up and heads to the elevator.

"W-wait!" I call after him, running to catch up with his pace. Now we were both standing in front of the elevator door, having some sort of flustered staring contest.

Honestly, it felt as if something took over my body. I took a few steps forward and then, right in front of Bakugou, I stood on the tips of my toes, and gave him a peck. On. The. Lips.

I don't know why I did that, but now, as an adult, that was maybe the thing I've done my entire life.

Katsuki and I are now happily married of five years, he's the #2 Pro Hero Dynamite, and I'm the #8 Pro Hero [Hero Name].

Although, at the moment, I'm on a break, since Katsuki and I are expecting a little boy.

well hello there hoomans, this wasn't the best I could do (I'm not good at fluff) but meh. I feel like it was too quick😒 Anyways, hope you enjoyed!!

[whtepony]

𝘼𝘾𝙌𝙐𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝘿 - k.b (pt.7)

ft. bakugo x fem reader

warnings: none

notes: katsuki bakugo does not know how to say sorry but he can try !! 3+4 not your pov

sero keeping him in check 🫶🏻

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PREPARE TO BE SICKK OF ME!!

can i request Apple cider by beabadoobee, acappella ft sero (i hope i did this right 😓)

APPLE CIDER

Apple Cider by beabadoobee, acapella ver. ft. Hanta Sero

⋆ he didn't like you that much. right?

⋆ sero hanta x female reader (reader was referred to as "she" once) ⋆ written in 2nd pov, wc: 1.3k ⋆ this request is from the 400 followers event!! mha masterlist ⋆ other notes: one swear word (fuck) & sero's a flirt (i think)

“want some?” hanta extended his arm to offer you a cup of apple cider. the two of you were seated next to each other in the dorm's common room. you had a couch all to yourselves, as the rest of your classmates shared the other seats.

“no thanks, I already had some earlier.” he raised a brow at you as if you just told a blatant lie. he leaned closer to you, his head now right beside yours. did someone turn up the heat? you heard hanta sniff beside you which caused you to turn your head to face him. since when did he get so close? you would’ve fallen off the couch if it wasn’t for hanta’s quick reflexes. 

“I had some earlier, she said. dude your hair smells like fruit punch. what are you talking about?” his hand was still around your wrist as he sarcastically questioned you with a smirk. okay, someone definitely turned up the heat now. you pulled your arm away from his grip as you fixed your position on the couch. you were sitting directly beside hanta now, not facing his direction.

“yeah yeah, whatever. I’ll have some later.” a chuckle sounded beside you and just as you suspected, it came from hanta. as you looked at him through your peripheral vision, you couldn’t help but let out a smile yourself. 

it had always been like this with hanta. every little thing he did seemed to make your heart ache in a good way, as you described it. even so, you managed to convince yourself that you didn’t even like him that much. the way he made your heart flutter when he looked at you a certain way, the way you always let out a smile even when he was teasing you, and the way one of you would constantly sneak into the other’s dorm during your official movie nights did not mean anything.

for what seemed like the whole time you knew each other, it was an alternating routine for the two of you to “subtly” flirt with one another. one time at a casual training with the whole class was the first time hanta saw you with your hair all tied up in a ponytail. he didn’t realize he was staring until kaminari bumped into him causing the both of them to hit the ground. 

“gee dude, what was that for?” hanta began to sit up from his position on the floor, sending a glare towards jirou who was laughing behind him. “what do you mean what was that for?!” kaminari sat up as well, frantically waving his hands in front of him. 

“you’re the one that’s not supposed to be just standing there!” he gestured toward hanta to emphasize his point. jirou wiped the tears from her eyes as she finally walked towards the two on the floor. she reached out her hand to help hanta stand up, making kaminari send them a look. the girl sighed and offered kaminari a hand too. 

“thanks for the laugh, but uh” jirou paused as she eyed hanta. “kaminari’s right, we were supposed to be sparring with partners minutes ago, while you’re still there giving y/n googly eyes.” 

“no I was not!” hanta immediately denied jirou’s claim, as he glanced between his friends.

“uh huh, whatever dude. keep lying to yourself.” kaminari gave the tape hero a pat on the back before he and jirou went back to their sparring. hanta turned to look back at the direction he last saw you. he immediately regretted it when he found you looking back at him with a raised brow. he looked away, the tips of his ears now a shade of red. he didn’t like you that much, he assured himself.

that wasn’t the only “incident” between the two of you that caused one or both of you to have red ears and faces. when hanta walked into class with his hair half up and half down, you gave him a chuckle, reasoning that you liked the idea of his hairstyle. but it could use some fixing. your time before your first teacher arrived in the classroom was spent making sure hanta’s hair was tied up properly. for the following weeks, he insisted on wearing his hair like that and having you tie it for him.

on a day out with friends, he complimented the jumper you wore. since then, you made sure to immediately wash it after wearing it so you could use it the next time you were out with him. speaking of days out, the two of you would always be a pair whenever you were in public. one of you could never be found without the other, with the way you were always found talking to each other, hand in hand. 

it was a push and pull between you and hanta, the both of you were so painfully obvious with your feelings but neither of you would be straightforwardly admit it. you had gotten so used to dancing around the topic, that even your classmates were close to ripping their hair out because of it. you were the best of friends, and the both of you were already content with what you had. though neither of you could deny that both of you had wanted to be more than that every so often. 

unfortunately, that was still the case while you’re right beside hanta right now. the cup of apple cider was still in his hand but the smile he wore earlier was replaced with a look of concern. “you okay there? you zoned out on me.”

“huh? I- yeah, I’m fine.” you lightly shook your head to get rid of the thoughts plaguing your mind. he still gave you a look, but dropped it as he guessed you weren’t going to tell him what was on your mind anyway. 

“if you say so. you’re staring was pretty intense, I didn’t have anything on my face though.” he started to lean close to you again, leaving a small space between your faces. you hated that you loved to do that. “what? you have a crush on me or something?”

you didn’t let yourself get speechless again as you snarked back at him instantly. “crush? on you? what are we hanta, fifth graders? and plus, maybe it’s you who has a crush on me with how much you’ve been getting in my personal space today.”

it was a challenge with how you leaned towards him too, now there really was little to no space between you. and, bingo. he was the flustered one this time. it was pretty easy to guess anyway, hanta’s ears get so unbelievably red whenever he was caught off guard. you liked that look on him, it was cute. 

“get a room dumbasses!” bakugou’s voice boomed throughout the room, causing both you and hanta to flinch away from each other. you sent the blonde a glare, and he only rolled his eyes in return. hanta cleared his throat beside you.

“so, uh- are we still up for later? I just restocked the snacks in my room.” he spoke so slowly, as if you were going to call the pros on him for asking. your back was facing him, so you turned to answer his question. he was setting his cup down on the coffee table in front of you, and turned to meet your eyes.

“yeah, of course. I’ll find a way to sneak in.” you breathe out a laugh before you continue. “again. I’ll bring the apple cider and fruit punch too.”

“that’s what I like to hear. I have a movie to watch in mind already.” his smirk was back on his face. god, you hated it when he did that. and before he could keep talking, you interrupted him. “I’ll just get you a refill of this, I’ll be back.”

you grabbed his empty cup from the table, and stood up from the couch in a rush. hanta’s eyes followed your figure until it disappeared when you turned to the kitchen. he chuckled and lightly shook his head. fuck, maybe he did like you that much. 

a/n: THIS REQUEST WAS SO CUTE AAAAAACK I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT this was definitely self-indulgent, I'm sorry I won't even try to deny it</3 and you did this super right rosie, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST!! I hope you enjoyed<3

also the images are like weird and not placed properly on my laptop but on my phone they look ok so idk idk pls let me know if they're like placed vertically for you too tyvm 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

[serxinns]

Yabdere Class 1a with aizawa x reader genderswap M/n pov

"Why is the universe always trying to punish me," you thought to yourself while lying on the hospital bed "1st I had to deal with my overbearing classmates now some portal just spawned out of nowhere while I was sleeping and sucked me in" you slowly got up to see a tall male with dark greedy hair he looked like a hobo honestly but strangely he had the same uniform as your other teacher back home

"State your name and quirk," the man said in a monotone voice "Wow not even a are u ok?.." you thought but had to answer his question "My name is m/n l/n my quirk is *Insert quirk* also do you know how to get back at my universe..?" you asked the seemingly male version of your teacher "We don't know yet we're trying to catch the villain who's responsible for this so for now you're gonna be here with me and my classmates until further notice" you signed still processing the information he gave you but wanting to suck it up cause panicking and freaking out won't really do anything

He gave you your uniform and as you traveled down the hallway you were getting various about what this version of his classmates thought of him will they be as overbearing and clingy as they are you didn't even wanna think about the number of times your cheeks have been pinched by the girls and how the boys would try to impress you it all started as a fun little competition turning into a whole ass blood bath which worries you as much as you cared for them they can be a little overbearing at times

You walked into the classroom everyone was in shocked and whispering at eachother

"Is that really y/n?!"

"that isn't y/n Is it..?"

"Could it be an imposter"

"of course, Aizawa isn't that stupid to let a villain in here right..?"

The whispers were quickly hushed by Aizawa's voice "Class? M/n is gonna be staying with us until we can catch the villain and bring them both back to their dimension so yes this is y/n but in another dimension" Aizawa explained while the class had a mixed of shock and suspicion is it really you?

Time skip to lunch time

You were looking for a spot for lunch until you saw a pink hand waving you saw a pink-haired girl with pink skin looking exactly like Minako's you assumed this was his gender and decided to come and sit with them "It was an awkward silence once you sat at the table until mina spoke up "Are you y/n in a different universe?!" mina said with a wide grinned waiting for you to answer "Mina isn't that a little rude.." a red-haired boy you can assumed was the another version of your Kirishima "no no it's fine I can understand why she's asking that and yes I am I guess one thing I was sleeping peacefully on my bed the next thing im here" you laughed nervously trying to make this less awkward "But how do we know it's you.." "Hmmm OH I KNOW!" you reached into your pocket and got a picture of you and your classmates you handed it him and he snatched it rude

"

Bakugo examined the picture closely looking at all of the pictures Kirishima, sero, and Denki wanted to see as well and was shocked there are versions of them gender-bend versions! "now you believe me..?" the squad stared at you for a minute and mina suddenly gave you a big hug "eeeek It's really is you!" mina squealed obviously very happy to see that you aren't an imposter "Jeez y/- I mean m/n I didn't expect for you to be this muscular" Kirishima said while poking at your muscles

You blushed at that comment but shook it off

Once Mina told everyone else that you weren't an imposter they started to be more friendly izuku even wanted you to ask his questions you tried your best to answer them but by the days go they started becoming a bit too friendly...The girls were all. over you crowding around you asking questions some are even blushing while asking the questions while that was happening mineta glared at the boy who was getting crowded by girls and tsked "why is it always the new students that gets the ladies"

The class on the other hand was teaming up against each other just to hang out with you every Friday the bakusquad boys would invite you to have a boy's night out at the arcade and to compete while the dekusquad boys wanted to invite you to play bowling or to the carnival tokoyami , shoji, Ojiro, sato and Koda wanted to hang out at the outside mall to do fun actives while the girls argued that you wanted to do a fun fashion sleepover night

At training you would feel a bunch of eyes staring at your body heck even at your presence in general

Whenever you wanted to go somewhere your classmates insisted they wanted to go with you because they wanted to protect you if you declined they'd try to guilt trip you into taking them and if u still declined then they'll be a bit sad but understand

They'll never let you go they already have a plan for keeping you in their universe and once their y/n gets back home they'll have two darlings to play with~