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[joffyworld]

UAS ART PEOPLE WAKE UP THIS IS NOT A DRILL

The Green Crown had it's work cut out for it when it got picked up by a bagworm.

Here is the comic dialog bc my handwriting is shit btw:

Left comic dialog

Leshy, thinking: what are these?!

Crown: hands.

Leshy, speaking: what was that?!

Crown: Thought.

Leshy, speaking: I don't like them...

Right comic dialog

Crown:Yes, come to me, little CHAOS BRINGER.

[justthinkingaboutlouis]

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[phant0mth1ef]

now i’m in exile seeing you out. pt. 3

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you didn’t show up to the spot bakugou had wanted you to meet him at, although you had made it to the city, but the moment you actually saw him sitting inside with a cup of hot chocolate, his large hands covering both sides of the mug as he stared into it.

the girls from ua highschool had befriended you during the licensing exam, seeking you out in the anteroom after you’d saved them from shindo at the start, shooting pieces of terrain up to catch them so they wouldn’t hit the earth as hard before you’d ran off to go deal with the source of the vibrations.

since then, you’d all grown much closer to each other, and they started inviting you over to their dorm so that you could all hang out and gossip, of course, they didn’t know about your history with their resident class hothead.

“what about you, y/n? have you got a boyfriend back at shiketsu? we heard that bald boy saying someone liked you at the exam!” hagakure may have been invisible, but that doesn’t mean she missed anything when she was at the exam.

“sorry to disappoint, but no, shiketsu has a no fraternizing policy. i can’t even go to inasa or shishikura’s dorm.” you spoke with a small smile on your face as the girls groaned, itching for some romance.

almost as if on cue, the fridge in the kitchen shut to reveal a blonde boy in a skull t-shirt, grabbing a variety of different vegetables and a cutting baord before the quiet sounds of chopping were heard in the next room.

“it sucks that bakugou’s so mean! he’s hot.” once again, hagakure chose to speak up silently as the other girls quietly agreed, even you nodded.

“say, y/n. why don’t we set you up with someone in our class?” mina had a naturally loud voice, so bakugou couldn’t help but raise his head up once he caught a portion of your conversation.

“no thank you. i’m not really looking for anyone at the moment.” he could almost picture the embarassed smile on your features, afraid to admit to them that you hadn’t even had your first kiss yet.

“come onn, i’m sure you’d be great with someone like todoroki or iida.” his knuckles were beginning to turn white as he almost cut himself with the knife, no way was half n’ half getting to you before he did.

when he start thinking sappy shit like that?

“they’re both really nice and sweet, but honestly i’m not really looking for anyone.” the blush on your face just grew redder, exposing your true feelings to the girls as they all shared a knowing grin with one another.

the topic was eventually dropped and you all begun to watch a movie, the silent sounds of someone rummaging around the kitchen were accompanying the sounds coming from the tv screen.

halfway through, a head was popped through the doorway.

“dinner’s ready! get it while it’s hot. or don’t. i don’t care.” you’d never really seen this side of katsuki before, the side that’s always angry at the world no matter what.

you were used to the katsuki that would calmly tell you about his day as you both either studied or did homework, the katsuki that would hold doors open for you, the katsuki that would always prioritize your safety over his.

the girls quickly pulled you into the kitchen, much to your dismay as you tried to tell them that it was okay and you really should’ve been going by now.

“this all looks so yummy! what’re you gonna get, y/n?” uraraka turned to you with a bowl in her hand as you politely waved the bowl away.

“oh no thank you, i’m not hungry right now.” you were hungry. matter of fact you hadn’t eaten all day, but you weren’t trying to overstay your welcome, nor were you trying to stay in the same place as bakugou for too long.

you could feel his eyes glaring daggers into the back of your head, almost as if he was trying to telepathically talk to you.

“you need to eat, dumbass.”

it was like his voice kept playing on repeat in your mind ever since the day you and him had talked at the training session. or well since the day you talked and he just stood frozen like a statue.

“i should get going now before it gets too dark. thank you for inviting me over!” you spoke hurriedly as you quickly left to grab your shoes and leave, a part of your excuse was true, it was getting dark.

“you forgot this!” you froze in your spot where you stood just outside of the ua dorm building, what could you have possibly forgotten?

bakugou stood there, a small smile on his face as his whole body relaxed, he knew he could be himself around you. even if you were currently mad at him.

he held out your sweater.

“seriously? that’s what you have to say to me? keep the damn sweater.” you scoffed before quickly turning on your heels, walking away as he stood there holding the bundle of polyester in his hands.

the next time you’d hung out with the girls from ua, you had invited them over to your dorm for a change, although you didn’t have a common room, so you were all forced to huddle together in your room which thankfully was not small and had sufficient space.

the girls took a few minutes to glance at things, rummaging through your drawers to see what your style was, looking at the books you had, and it seemed as if they all stopped once they’d seen a photo frame hidden behind a few stacks of paper.

the most ill-tempered guy they knew was smiling, a genuine smile as he held up a peace sign with one arm around you, your expression mirroring his face.

they chose to ignore it, because to be fair, if you wanted them to know that you and bakugou were friends, you would’ve told them.

asui was a bit oblivious though, and rather blunt so when she spoke up, you tried to not take any offense.

“you know bakugou?” the rest of the girls looked at her, almost if they were trying to tell her to shut up.

“yes. we grew up together.” you smiled, although you weren’t really feeling like talking about how you don’t talk anymore.

“do you still talk?” and there was the winning question.

you sighed and explained to them what had happened between you both, opting to just tell them because the truth would come out soon anyway.

“and he hasn’t apologized??” momo was the first to start talking again.

“no. and i don’t know what to do because if i reach out now it’s basically telling him that it doesn’t matter what he does and that i’ll just automatically forgive him.”

mina was on her phone, simultaneously texting kirishima about what was happening as he did the same.

“okay wait, so if he had like wanted to apologize, would you listen?” mina got serious out of nowhere, stuffing her phone into her back pocket.

“i mean he tried to talk with me a week ago, but i couldn’t like do that yet, like emotionally.” they just nodded as you sat in silence for a bit.

“i think i’m ready to try and forgive him now. i hope i’m ready. i miss him.”

once they’d gone home and you’d gotten ready for bed, you laid down to begin your mindless scrolls through social media, not realizing the hour it was.

[2:42 AM]

[kats💥🫂] you awake?

[you] what

[kats💥🫂] i want to talk. like an actual conversation where we sit down and talk like adults.

normally you wouldn’t give him the time of day, but the boy was usually lights out by 8:30 pm everyday, so you decided to hear him out.

[you] okay. when?

[kats💥🫂] tomorrow? please. um we’re sort of training till 6 pm-ish. can you stop by the dorms?

[you] ok.

tags: @itgetzweird08 @ch3rryjampi3 @riverozada @lechilankikyou-blog @lupitalove

[sweetnans]

The first time you remember being disappointed in UA was at the sports festival.

You were all crowed around the winners' podium stand. Sharing laughs and jokes with Kirishima and Mina about everything that happened.

Everybody was having fun until the winners appeared.

They emerged out of nowhere with all the clapping and cheering of the crowd but something was completely off.

Bakugo was all stranded from tip to toe.

Silence flooded between your classmates. They were in absolute shock, including yourself.

He was acting like a real maniac because of all of the chains that restricted his movements. He was suffering.

Everyone in the crowd went nuts. Cheering, approving the behavior, and they even looked like they were satisfied by seeing a sixteen year old boy being tied up like that.

You were nothing but a friend to his friends, acquaintances at best, but you were infuriated.

"Let him go" you whispered to yourself before you let your feet move. "Let him fucking go"

That time was louder, but not enough.

You didn't even get to walk a step before a hand reached your arm and put you steady in your place. You looked up at Kirishima in horror. How could he not be thinking the same? How could he not be going himself to untie his friend?

"Just wait til the show's over," He muttered. He was in agony as well. Mina locked his fingers with yours and shared a look of sympathy.

"He's not an animal," you said like you were trying to convince his own friends.

"We know," Kirishima mumbled.

It was hard for the class to see All Might putting the medals on his neck while he was fuming. He was acting like a desperate boy whose actions speak volumes of his trauma. And they were torturing him in the most insensitive way.

Once the cameras went off, you ran towards him, walking past all the teachers and classmates that you had in your way.

"Miss" All Might was stunned to see you up there in front of Bakugo.

"Mina, please," you looked back, searching for your friend who followed you with Kirishima on her side. "Everything is going to be okay, don't worry," you said to Bakugo this time. His eyes went soft, but he was still panting and hyperventilating. "Mina, hurry"

Mina put her hands on the chain and, with her acid, melted them down.

Kirishima and you removed all the chains around his body and you removed the muzzle that covered part of his face.

His face fell on your shoulder taking a deep breath in the process.

"Thanks, nerd" He said in a gruff voice.

That was the only thing he said before being carried away by Kirishima and Kaminari.

You didn't even notice that you were sweating or that you were heavily breathing until you hit the ground.

You will always remember when you looked up and saw your teachers hovering your knelt body. Guilt plastered all over their faces.

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[h-haunted]

magic kisses

my hero academia

neito monoma x reader

gender neutral

sfw

haven’t touched mha in like three years but my best friend shared this with me so obviously i had to do it!

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You were no stranger to the nurse’s office at UA. Being in class 1A was no walk in the park. You were stuck with the best young heroes of your generation- plus that one green-haired kid who won’t stop attracting villains' attention- and it was certainly a challenge.

Cradling your freshly broken arm and dragging your feet, you slowly made your way to Recovery Girl’s office. A heavy sigh slipped past your lips, illustrating your exhaustion. You had been paired up with Katsuki for training. Long story short, he didn’t even pretend to go easy on you. No surprise there, he was far too competitive for that.

You practically stumbled into the room, your legs feeling like jello underneath your weight. You couldn’t even mumble a greeting before you collapsed down into a chair.

“My my, what happened to you?”

You knew that voice.

Despite your fatigue, your eyes snapped open.

Neito Monoma, asshole of class 1B. You two had been at each other’s throats ever since you met.

Sensing your annoyance before you even opened your mouth, Neito laughed and poked your forehead. “Don’t look so happy to see me.”

“Where’s recovery girl?” You manage to ask, raising your eyebrow.

“She had to step out for a while, I’m here to take her place while she’s gone. Just had to copy her quirk,” the blonde shrugs, leaning back against the wall, “Not the most ideal situation, but whatever. I’m the right guy for the job and I figured I’d do something nice for once. C’mon, let me see your arm.”

You immediately turn away from him, pulling your arm back. You wince as you do so, the pain practically shooting up your spine. Neito covers his mouth and tries his hardest not to laugh, earning himself a sharp glare from you. “If you just let me do it, it’ll stop hurting.”

“No thanks, I’d rather die.”

“Hey, if you insist. I won’t complain.”

“Asshole.”

“What? You said it first, not me. That’ll take forever to heal, and Recovery Girl won’t be very happy that you refused help.”

After a moment of hesitation, you hold out your mangled forearm. “Yikes, you got your ass kicked, huh? Thought you 1A idiots were supposed to be strong.” Neito quips. You shoot him a glare, and he laughs. “Alright, alright. Calm down, feisty.” He gently places his hand on your wrist and leans down, pressing a tender kiss to your skin. The butterflies that flutter through your stomach startle you, your cheeks heating up at the contact. You can feel your bone beginning to fuse back together as he backs away, watching your reaction. After a few seconds, you flex your arm and move it around. Good as new. Huh.

“Hm? You seem a little red. Coming down with a fever, are we?” He teases, savoring the way you avert your gaze and mumble ‘shut up’. He runs the tips of his fingers down your freshly healed forearm and it feels like lightning.

You rip your arm away, shooting him yet another glare. He flicks your forehead, rolling his eyes. “Your face will be stuck like that if you don’t stop.”

“And if you don’t stop rolling your eyes, they might get stuck in the back of your head.” You retort through a small yawn, covering your mouth with your hand. Neito looked at you, his eyebrow raised.

“Hm. Someone’s tired.”

“Shut up.”

“What? I just pointed it out. Side effect of the quirk.” Neito laughed, his voice as smooth as honey. “I can’t send you back to class like that. Just relax, you can take a nap here if you need to.”

“That’s oddly nice of you-”

“No promises I won’t draw on your face while you’re out though.”

“There it is.” You roll your eyes, leaning back against the wall. Neito grabs a pillow and offers it to you. “I’m not going to take a nap.”

“You don’t have to. Just get comfortable.” Neito rolled his eyes in return, sitting down next to you. You hesitantly grabbed the pillow, placing it behind your head. It wasn’t any more comfortable than just leaning against the wall, but you were too exhausted to complain.

“Seriously though. I’ll stay here with you if you want to take a nap.” He hums. You open your mouth to protest, but it’s cut off by yet another yawn. Okay, maybe that nap wasn’t a bad idea.

When you wake up, the first thing you notice is that your head is resting on something- or rather, someone. It’s Neito’s shoulder. You shoot up, startling him.

“Woah, hey, what’s the matter???” He asks in pure confusion, looking at you now. You wince, very quickly realizing that there must’ve been a cut or something on your face because holy fuck it stings after resting on it. He notices your momentary discomfort, and it causes him to frown. It’s a burn, from Katsuki’s quirk.

“I can… heal that too.” Neito mumbles. It’s not anything terrible, it would heal on its own with no scarring. Your breath catches in your throat at the thought, but it doesn’t take you very long to nod. He leans forward and plants his lips on your cheek, letting them linger for a moment. The familiar tingly sensation bubbles up beneath your skin, the subtle ache from the injury fading away.

“What… time is it?” You ask, trying to quickly change the subject.

“Three. You were only out for like an hour.”

“Oh…” You look away. You suddenly remember his earlier threat and pull out your phone, using the selfie camera to examine your skin. He didn’t draw on your face after all.

“Oh come on.” Neito can’t help but laugh at how worried you were about it. “I told you I wasn’t going to do it.”

“Give me one good reason why I should trust you.”

“...Because I wouldn’t ruin such a pretty face with marker.” He winks, and you feel your face heating up again. “What? I just fixed your face.” He reaches out to brush his fingertips across your cheek. “Any other injuries I should take care of?” He jokes with a teasing smirk.

“Oh. Well...I think I… uh… split my lip.” You mumble before you can stop yourself. He looks momentarily flustered and his eyes meet yours for a moment before they flicker down to your soft lips. You open your mouth to speak. Apologize, take back what you said because oh my god that was cringe.

Then his mouth is on yours, kissing you with a gentle passion as his hands find your cheeks.

[fatkish]

Could you write for: All Might, Hawks, Ryukyu, Sir Nighteye, Present Mic and Edgeshot with a reader who has a habit of stress-cooking

Basically them leaving for a mission and coming home a lot more later that they had plan and find their kitchen stuff with a bunch of different plates.

Pro Heroes x Reader Headcannons

Stress Cooking

Present Mic:

After he comes home he would definitely be surprised to see so much food if it was the first time he experienced your stress cooking. But don’t worry, Hizashi is a people person and would have just the solution to this problem

Mic: um… we having a party or somethin’

Reader: no… I kinda… got stressed

Mic: well damn… hold on, lemme invite some people and we’ll have a dinner party. I’ll invite Sho and Nem, they love your cooking

All Might:

It highly depends on when it happens. If you’re with Pre- injury might, then he’d probably laugh it off and happily eat whatever you made. If it post-injury might and he now has difficulty eating then he’d probably be secretly upset that he cannot eat as much of your cooking as he used to

All Might: I’m home,… something smells good, *walks into the kitchen to see all kinds of food* um… what happened? Did you start a catering business?

Reader: I got stressed so I cooked

All Might: well there’s no way we can eat all of this ourselves so how about we box it up and take it to the UA faculty dorms and share it with everyone

Hawks:

Would definitely make a joke of it but would definitely eat all of it or bring it to his agency to feed his sidekicks and other people

Hawks: *walks into the kitchen* I really hope there’s some fried chicken

Reader: I’ll fry you, you chicken

Hawks: sheesh, it’s just a joke *takes out a plate and begins to pile stuff on it while eating an eggroll you made* yer a rerry gerd cerk” (you’re a really good cook)

Reader: don’t talk while eating

Ryukyu:

Was definitely a little startled to see so much food but would just go with it.

Ryukyu: that’s a lot of food darling, is there a special occasion or something?

Reader: nope! I got stressed

Ryukyu: okay, well why don’t we package this all up and save some for us and bring the rest to the agency

Sir Nighteye:

The guy isn’t surprised at all. He probably had an idea about this happening and decided to take action about it

Mirio: thanks for inviting Midoriya and I over for dinner but are you sure your s/o is going to be okay with this?

Nighteye: you’ll see

*the three of them enter the house to see a bunch of different foods on the kitchen table*

Reader: oh, hi Mirai, what’s up

Midoriya: wow, um… t-thank you so much for having us over *ridid bowing ensues

Mirio: wow, everything looks so good, I don’t know where to start. Thanks (y/n)

Reader: (0-0) *makes that kind of face* you’re welcome?

Edgeshot:

Also a guy who just goes with the flow and isn’t too surprised but is still somewhat surprised. Would probably freeze the extra food since he’s such a secretive person

Edgeshot: is there a reason you made so much food?

Reader: I kinda got stressed?

Edgeshot: looks like we’ll be having leftovers for quite some time

[beezhives]

currently thinkin' about ;;

sensei Midoriya Izuku who is just a normal amount obsessed with you. truly, it's the most normal amount of obsession and infatuation he's had with someone in a while.

now that he's a teacher, Midoriya doesn't have the proper time to analyze anyone but his students. sometimes, if he gets graced by the grading gods, he can review some of his former class' battles and send them his thoughts (they love when he does this!!).

speaking of those former class fights: Pinky and Cellophane managed to snare this petty criminal that had been getting a bit too bold to be just petty, with the help of an underground hero. not too high in the general rankings but loved by those who truly know them, you caught Midoriya's eye without even trying.

"yeah Midoriya! I've worked with 'em before, what's up?" Ashido's bubbly voice felt far too small through the phone, he couldn't help but hold it a bit more firm against his ear.

"it's just- well, I've got this student–" always the student excuse, "with a sorta similar quirk to theirs. I think. and- y'know, I was just wondering if you could get me in contact with them?"

even without being face-to-face, Ashido can see the puppy dog eyes he's unintentionally making.

imagine the look of utter shock on your poor receptionist's face when he knocks on the door to your office holding a slightly crumpled sticky note, jaw slack, eyes slightly wide.

"what is it, what's wrong?" you ask almost immediately, standing up from your spot and making your way to him.

"how the hell do you know Deku?" are the words that choose to fall from his poor mouth, sticky note pressed against his chest.

"I don't?" you ask, tilting your head only slightly to verify that you, in fact, have no contact with the symbol of hope. "I don't. What- what is it? What's going on?"

with a defeated sort of sound, your receptionist offers the crumpled green post-it note out to you. on it, written in haste with blue ink, sits a phone number. and an email. and a fax number. and, for safe measure, the number for the UA office.

"what?"

"yeah, Midoriya Izuku called and talked to me," he begins to explain, to the best of his ability. "wanted me to relay that to you. he said so many numbers in a row, I hope they're all right!"

safe to say, at least one of the numbers was right as he promptly invited you out to get coffee the next week. off duty, he insisted, and on a weekend, you insisted.

he's only obsessed with you the normal amount. even if it wasn't the normal amount (for him), there wouldn't be a notebook big enough for the things he wants to write about you.

♡ any likes or shares would be appreciated. thank you for reading, see you later. ☁︎

[joffyworld]

Amazing

UAS continues to cook even after cotltober

"Globus Cruciger" is it's fancy name.

[faithfulren]

veiled affections

hi everyone !! thank u for 250 likes <33 tysm for the support, it means the world to me :)

in the halls of UA, katsuki bakugo and you share stolen glances and secret moments, hiding a forbidden love from the watchful eyes of classmates and teachers. but as the pressure mounts and danger looms, you both realize that keeping your relationship hidden may be harder than you ever imagined.

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the halls of UA academy bustled with activity as students hurried to their next class. among them, you and katsuki bakugo moved with purpose, your steps carefully timed to avoid drawing attention. ever since you started dating in secret, every moment together felt like a precious stolen treasure.

"meet me at the training grounds after class," bakugo whispered as he passed you in the hallway, his crimson eyes flashing with excitement.

you nodded, a thrill coursing through you at the thought of another clandestine meeting. keeping your relationship hidden was risky, but the moments you shared with bakugo made it all worthwhile.

as the final bell rang, you made your way to the training grounds, heart pounding with anticipation. bakugo was already there, waiting impatiently.

"took you long enough," he grumbled, but there was a hint of a smirk on his lips.

you rolled your eyes, but couldn't hide your own smile. "you know I can't just skip class like you."

he stepped closer, his gaze intense as he reached out to cup your cheek. "i missed you," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

you leaned into his touch, savoring the rare moment of tenderness. "i missed you too," you admitted, feeling a warmth spread through you at his words.

but before you could savor the moment any longer, the sound of approaching footsteps broke the spell. with a quick glance around, you both realized that you were no longer alone.

"quick, hide!" you hissed, pushing bakugo behind a nearby stack of equipment.

he scowled but complied, disappearing from view just as your classmates rounded the corner. you held your breath, praying that they wouldn't notice anything amiss.

"hey, have you seen y/n?" one of them asked, scanning the area.

you forced yourself to stay calm, plastering on a nonchalant expression. "nope, haven't seen them."

your classmates shrugged and continued on their way, oblivious to the close call. once they were out of sight, you let out a sigh of relief, turning to bakugo with a sheepish grin.

"that was close," you said, laughing nervously.

he snorted, rolling his eyes. "tch, they almost caught us."

you reached out to take his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. "but they didn't. and as long as we're careful, they never will."

he squeezed your hand, a flicker of doubt crossing his features. "yeah, as long as we're careful."

the unease lingered between you, a reminder of the risks you were taking to be together. but as you looked into bakugo's eyes, you knew that it was worth it. no matter what obstacles stood in your way, you were determined to fight for your love.

and fight you did, through secret meetings and whispered conversations, each one a testament to the strength of your bond. but as the days turned into weeks and the pressure of keeping your relationship hidden mounted, you couldn't shake the feeling that danger was closing in.

little did you know, your secret love affair was about to be put to the ultimate test, forcing you to confront the truth of your feelings and the risks you were willing to take to protect the one you loved.

[metranart]

"She's the fuckin' blood running through my veins, the air filling my lungs-" Hawks admitted unashamedly, giving one last long lick to Dabi's twitching cock before standing on his feet, proudly. "She's irreplaceable to me and I came here to fuck HER…. Not the other way around…."

ft. Hawks centered, Hawks x reader, Heavy! Dabi x Hawks, Slight! Bakugo x reader, Slight! Dabi x reader, sexual content

Hawks x UA Student! Reader (Part 15)

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Warning tag: obsessed! Hawks, possessive! Hawks, naive! student reader, violation of trust, dubious consent, mating cycles, rut response, obsessive behavior, uncontrollable thirst for reader, manipulation, forced, thigh riding, hormonal minds out of control, sexual content, first time, cock riding, teenage fuck, Dabi's toxically interested in you, Bakugo bestie yet secretly inlove wit you, love confessions, cock-drunk, Hawks trying to be good but failing miserably, gaslighting, HEAVY plot, lots of smut.

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Yesterday's incident

A few days after the Nomu attack, everyone began to prepare for the sport’s festival, and between that, the classes and training, you felt more exhausted every day. Physically and mentally exhausted, so vulnerable and confused, unable to swallow the bitter pill of what had happened, it was a mix of emotions too complicated to deal with.

And the boy with the crimson stare who was constantly watching you without your knowledge, noticed it too.

"(Y/N), you didn't even try to dodge my last attack," Bakugo's body plopped down next to yours, unconcerned with how close he was, a viciously rough push bumping your shoulder to get your scarce attention. "Earth to (Y/N)."

You grinned tiredly, and returned the push as hard as you could, not even moving him.

"Is that the best you can do?" Bakugo teased with a growl, "I thought you called yourself a hero." He was as friendly as he could be, even so, witnessed your features darken.

The champagne-haired man clenched his jaw, dammit! His body tensed next to yours and a trace of guilt forced your mouth to open, but you were silenced from whatever you were going to say by Bakugo's soft fingers suddenly pressing against your lips.

"Let me start," he asked, and you waited, his thumb caressing your bottom lip with a tenderness almost alien for someone like him and a long sigh, followed. "I know what it feels like to feel vulnerable and incompetent-"

"Jeez, thanks man-"

"Zip it, I’m not done," his fingers squeezed your lobe as he usually did when he wanted to be serious with you, you had a secret language since pups, so, immediately fell silent. "What I mean is, I've been attacked and unable to defend myself twice already," your breath caught in your lungs, it was true. The first time he was saved by All Might and the second time by you and your classmates, "...I know how you feel after the Nomu's attack," his hand slid like a snake that coiled between your fingers, making your heart rant pleasantly, not scared and confused like some other Hero did, "...I know how you feel, that powerlessness that makes you rage inside and leaves you exhausted," every word was hitting home, only it wasn't the Nomu you resented, "you have to let it out somehow, shortie...” you loved his nickname for you, a simple mock of how massive he was compare to you, “or you're going to go crazy," he smirked gloomy, "trust me, I know. It's a nasty thing."

"What does ‘King Explosion Murder’ suggest to letting it out?" Your attempt to tease him worked.

Bakugo chuckled low before set to think, for a moment, "I train non-stop, but I know your quirk isn't the fighting type-"

"For me, training non-stop would be making out with every living boy I can get my hands on," you shared bitterly amused, your brow furrowing at your few options.

"Or-" his fingers played around yours and something in the air thickened, "…... just kiss me."

You couldn't hide the growing blush on your cheeks quickly enough, one very similar to what your best friend sported. Bakugo cleared his throat. "We've been intimate before, we've kissed,"

"Only when drunk-"

Bakugo shrugged. "You gave me head once after training." He reminded you without the slightest care at been surrounded by your classmates. 

"Keep it down, Kat. That was more than three months ago-"

"-I returned the favor almost immediately." He licked his lips, knowing you were watching, and you looked away so fast, your neck cracked.

"Bakugo, cut it out, someone is going to hear." You muttered low.

The explosion boy just shrugged again, uncaringly, highly amused by all the range of emotions he could muster out of you by mere teasing. He just hated when you were gloomy.

"Let them know that I ate you-"

Your hand slapped at his mouth to silence him. "You have no filter, silly boy." You scolded him goodheartedly and felt him smile under your palm. His tongue coming out to lick you, just for the fun of the fireworks he knew he’d unleash inside you. Your skin bristled and you released him as if his wet tongue, burned you.

"If you want, we can," he offered again, watching closely how you cleaned your palm on your uniform sweatpants. Cheeks showing that he was embarrassed but his eyes showing the contrary, shining with implacable determination. "Just say the word, and I'll be your boy toy."

It was your time to giggle, openly laughing at the term; it was the last term you would expect to come out of his brash mouth.

You stayed silent, and for the first time since he started talking, he felt nervous. Were you going to reject him? Would he be able to handle it? ...was there anyone else? Bakugo refused to find out.

"It's for training purposes, (Y/N)," he added, sensing your refusal, pushing for his secret agenda. He just needed time alone with you, not as friends, so that you could see him in another more favorable and less innocent light, "Don’t duel too much about the implications, you have to improve your Quirk control. Who better than me as a test subject?"

Your lips pursed.

"I'm discreet," you raised an accusing eyebrow, "when I want to be."

"We've known each other for a long time," he continued to push as discreetly as his desperation to have you would allow, "not to mention that I have excellent tongue play, you are fervent proof of that." He showed off, sticking out his long, fat tongue and moving it up and down, imitating his latest exploits on your more intimate parts.

You buried your elbow in his ribs this time, hard and he chuckled. 

"I know, what you fear but it won’t happen,” sometimes you forget that he could read your mind, “our friendship is indomitable," he stated suddenly, proud of his fancy use of pompous vocabulary.

“Indomitable, huh?... Pride and Prejudice?” Bakugo sneered a snicker. You, being the only other creature alive who knew his embarrassing and well-hidden, weakness, for period novels. 

“Wuthering Heights. You, illiterate monkey.” Your giggle tasted wonderful to him and seeing his opening, took advantage of the fact that Deku had just broken a training machine, and everyone was distracted by it. 

"Let’s give it a try."

“And, if doesn’t work?”

Without warning, Bakugo yanked you by the collar of your uniform, dragging your whole body to his without even breaking a sweat, to whisper against your lips. “Then, we give it another try.”

His minty lips smashed yours, and your breath caught in your breast while being crushed against the strong pecs of your best friend, his massive frame devouring your petite one. His hand with a mind of its own circled your lower back, sliding around your waist to end up sitting you on his lap, where his two hands gave itself the task of manipulate your head at will, bending you a little to submerge his tongue better, now a little to the other side to suck and nibble at your lips, he wanted to hear you moan, he wanted you to do it for him... he wanted-

A crack was heard, viciously loud as a gym window exploded like a grenade.

Bakugo abandoned the sweet and addictive taste of your lips to cover you with his body and protect you from the rain of sharp glass. Good luck to everyone, it was just the impact of the noise since the rain of shrapnel didn't hurt anyone. Not even you, who were the closest.

"Are you guys, okay?" Deku appeared next to you in seconds, searching with his eyes for injuries.

"We're fine, nerd." Bakugo replied, gruffly. Damn timing! when everything was going so well. Izuku offered you his hand to pull you up and Bakugo could only growl at how frustrated he felt, he was seeing red.

"What the hell was that?!"

The kind green-haired boy shook off the remains of glass he could find off of you, and you quickly found yourselves surrounded by all of your worried classmates.

Professor Aizawa immediately sent everyone to the classroom…. and Hawks couldn’t feel more pleased.

The ever-watching, winged Hero’s aim as perfect as ever. He even managed to break the shield of the UA Academy from the outside, which was a huge red alert but for now, it served a purpose. The blonde’s lips pull into a nasty snarl, if anyone saw him at that moment, they would swear that he was a villain and not the number two hero of the country.

He had felt sorely tempted to barge in and pummel down that Bakugo with his own fists until he was nothing more than a disgusting, bloody pulp of meddling asshole.... but he had promised you a month, and a month he would give you.

“Enjoy your month, baby bird.” He phrased in repressed wrath. “Things are going to change big time, after.” 

-

Dabi couldn't stop laughing and cackling at Hawks, and how offended he looked as he almost ripped off his own Hero costume, his mouth ranting about some boy - apparently a friend of yours - who had the audacity to kiss you... Dabi loved the hypocrisy that his oldest acquaintance could show so carelessly. Hadn't he, himself raped you not less than a week ago without the slightest cordiality or permission? He still treasured that naughty set of photos. This bird was undoubtedly a born narcissist and a real, drama queen.

“Calm the fuck down, birdie.” Dabi suggested, airily, lazily passing his shirt over his head, “What did you expect? The girl hates you-”

“Nah-ha!” Hawks complained, shaking his head brazenly, his hand yanking sharply on the arsonist's belt to get him naked quicker, desperation clear in every pull. “My mate doesn’t hate me,” he stated in pent-up frustration, “…she’s just young—”

“—Too young if you ask me.”

Dabi let himself be bossed around, his belt slipping like a whip from his pants, his boxers pooled around his ankles next, the blonde already on his knees in front of him.

“I didn’t.” Keigo replied, tasting the shin of sweet from Dabi’s hardened cock. Wet tongue licking a fat stripe from his balls, up through the glorious shaft to then envelop the mushroom head in between his lips, kissing and lightly nipping the sensitive tip with noisy, lewd sounds.

“Fuck-birdie!” Dabi growled low in his throat, jauntily. The smallest of smirks twisting his scarred lips, his hands burying in the golden locks of his occasional lover, “Ho—fuck, like that.”

Takami Keigo smirked against the swollen piece of pierced, palpitating meat on his lips, eyes shut tight while he repeated the motion over and over again, teasing and enticing his receptor to the point of almost a sexual assault.

“Sit on it.” came that dark, gritted baritone through ragged breaths, losing all sense of composure and frankly loving it, shoving Hawks handsome face against his pubic hair forcing him to swallow him whole in one gulp. 

Keigo didn't even resist, the tip of Dabi's cock bottoming down to the back of his tight throat as if it were putting on a glove.

No gag reflex, no struggling from the doting Hero who didn't even get teary-eyed, he was a true professional. After doing it more than he liked to admit, his throat, no doubt, had already been well trained to withstand the brutal thrusts of his oldest, inclement friend. 

"Sit on it?" Hawks repeated amused, releasing his lips from the shaft with a smear of saliva and a wet pop.

His smut features got Dabi smirking just a little, his pierced tongue peeking out to wet dried lips as he slowly panted. The fire-bender cocked his head down, playfully.

“Worried you loved it so much that you'll forget about your mate?”

Keigo snorted loud, this time chuckling, blatantly. “You? replacing my mate?" he snickered darkly, "Nah—”

Dabi's thin eyebrows raised, quizzically.

"She's the fuckin' blood running through my veins, the air filling my lungs-" The birdman admitted unashamedly, giving one last long lick to Dabi's twitching cock before standing on his feet, proudly. "She's irreplaceable to me and I came here to fuck HER…. Not the other way around…."

The blond motioned his finger in circles, indicating Dabi to turn around and take it like a good, little cumdump. Just a warm replacement for the Pro Hero to play make-believe while that long month passes, and he is welcomed into your warm embrace again. 

Dabi found himself pleasantly surprised by this Hawks, had been a while since someone put him in his place. This promised to be fun.

"Why don't you make me, Number Two Hero of the Country?" The black-haired teased, and Hawks turned methodical.

Roughly yanking the Todoroki who, even putting up some playful resistance, ended up face first against the mattress, his bare butt being lifted into the air by merciless hands, spread like a whore for his tight ring of flesh to be presented and soon eaten by the nation's Golden Boy before being destroyed by his monstrous cock.

"You are going to shut the fuck up," Hawks ordered between twirls of his tongue, "and you are going to let me blow my load inside you," his voice sounded beyond aroused, a breathless snarl. "I don't want to see your fuckin' face while I imagine that you are HER, got it?"

COMING SOON PART 16....

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Sneak Attack

Plot: Bakugou’s tough demeanor at UA is constantly challenged by YN’s unintentional act of kindness, slowly revealing a softer side of him.

Bakugou and YN were classmates at UA High, but Bakugou found himself in an unusual problem whenever he was around YN. She had this knack for doing adorable things without realizing it, like smiling brightly or being naturally kind. For Bakugou, who was known for his tough exterior and explosive temper, this was a constant source of flustering embarrassment.

Whenever YN would smile at him or innocently compliment his achievements, Bakugou's face would turn red. He'd often snap at her, "Damn you and your sneak attack! I told you to stop it!" YN would always look confused because she had no idea what he meant.

One day, during a training exercise, YN accidentally tripped and Bakugou, being nearby, rushed to help her up. She thanked him with a genuine smile, and Bakugou, caught off guard by her sweetness, mumbled something incomprehensible before storming off, his face as red as his explosions.

Bakugou clenched his fists as he watched YN effortlessly help a lost kitten down from a tree during lunch break. Her gentle smile and soft-spoken reassurances to the scared animal made Bakugou's heart skip a beat. As she returned, unaware of his gaze, Bakugou grumbled under his breath.

"Darn it, YN! Stop being so damn... nice!"

YN tilted her head, puzzled. "Huh? What did I do now, Bakugou?"

"Nothing! Forget it!" Bakugou snapped, turning away to hide the faint blush on his cheeks.

Later that week, during a training session, Bakugou and YN found themselves partnered together for a sparring exercise. YN, always cheerful and supportive, encouraged Bakugou as they strategized.

"You've got this, Bakugou! Just like we practiced!"

Bakugou couldn't help but feel a surge of determination fueled by her unwavering belief in him. As they fought side by side, he noticed YN's effortless grace and quick reflexes, which complemented his explosive power perfectly.

After a successful round, YN beamed at him, her eyes sparkling with pride. "See? We make a great team!"

Bakugou grunted in response, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips before he turned away, muttering something about needing to train harder.

As the school year progressed, Bakugou found himself seeking out YN's company more often, whether it was for study sessions or casual chats. Each time he saw her smile or heard her laugh, Bakugou's heart raced uncontrollably. It was infuriating how easily she could affect him.

One afternoon, after a particularly intense training session, YN approached Bakugou with a bottle of water and a concerned expression. "Are you okay, Bakugou? You pushed yourself really hard today."

Bakugou scoffed but accepted the water nonetheless. "I'm fine. Just need to work on a few things."

YN nodded understandingly, then surprised Bakugou by gently patting his shoulder. "You're doing great, Bakugou. Don't be so hard on yourself."

Bakugou felt a warmth spread through him at her words, and he found himself blurting out, "Damn it, YN! You're always doing this!"

YN blinked in confusion. "Doing what?"

"Sneak attacking me with your... your kindness!" Bakugou's face flushed crimson, but he met YN's gaze with a rare vulnerability in his eyes.

YN's confusion melted into a soft smile. "Oh, Bakugou... I didn't realize."

Before Bakugou could react further, YN leaned in and hugged him briefly, catching him completely off guard. Bakugou stiffened for a moment before tentatively returning the hug, his heart pounding in his chest.

From that day on, Bakugou gradually became more comfortable showing his softer side around YN. They shared moments of laughter, understanding, and occasional bickering that only brought them closer together.

As graduation day approached, Bakugou found himself standing nervously in front of YN, a small box in his hands. He had rehearsed what he wanted to say a hundred times in his head, but now, his mind went blank.

YN tilted her head, smiling gently. "What's on your mind, Bakugou?"

Bakugou took a deep breath, then blurted out, "I... I like you, YN. More than just a friend."

YN's eyes widened in surprise, then softened with happiness. "Oh, Bakugou..."

Before she could say anything else, Bakugou quickly opened the box to reveal a small pendant shaped like an explosion, symbolizing their time together at UA High.

"I know it's not much," Bakugou muttered, suddenly feeling awkward.

YN took the pendant delicately in her hands, her eyes shining with tears of joy. "It's perfect, Bakugou. Thank you."

Bakugou scratched the back of his head, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. "Yeah, well... don't get used to me being all mushy like this."

YN laughed, a sound that warmed Bakugou's heart like nothing else. "I wouldn't dream of it, Bakugou."

As they walked hand in hand towards their future, Bakugou couldn't help but feel grateful for YN's persistent kindness that had turned his world upside down in the best possible way. And amidst all the explosions and challenges they faced, their love continued to grow, strong and steady like Bakugou's unwavering resolve.

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Mha Reaction to their big pro!hero sibling coming to visit

´*: ･ﾟ⋆˒ Characters: Katsuki Bakugou, Izuku Midoriya

READER: Masked Hero!reader, reader doesn’t give their name to the public.

WARNINGS: Angst coded a bit, but really fluffy other then a few things, siblings bickering!!

GENRA: HC’s

Izuku Midoriya

Izuku liked to keep you a secret— not in the way you think. When he was younger he got bullied for being quirkless and he was sure you wouldn’t want to bring down your reputation. Or get more bullied because of how different he was.

No matter how many times you made it known you respected and love quirkless people, even announcing to the world that you had a quirkless brother, he still felt ashamed. 

But once he got into UA he was so proud of himself, he was messaging you everyday about his progress. He felt horrible to keep you in the dark about allmight but he had too! Deku still kept you hidden, he wasn’t sure how you would feel if he spoiled your identity.

“Look at you, little hero!!” Izu was so shocked to see you standing in front of him and his class, a smile plastered on your face. “My My, how you’ve grown!” Everyone watched you practically fly to him and hug him.

Now seeing you both together in the same room…it was so obvious that you both were related!! Same nose, eyes and even freckles. Even if you had different dads, you both favored your moms features more.

He was overwhelmed with questions, mostly why he never told them he was your brother, then everyone was fine.

Until you started sharing stories of when he was little. How you would pretend to need saving just so he could rescue you. And somehow a baby picture even up on the kitchen fridge…

“I’m so proud of you,” and yet after all the embarrassing stories, kicking his butt in training, and giving him lectures you still held him when you need to leave, “My brother is going to be the best hero.”

He was a sucker for your hugs. Don’t forget the waterworks!! He’s crying at the slightest praise from you.

Everyone in the class, including him was shocked when they saw a picture of them on tv while you did a interview! “This is the future of Japan!” And you sang their praises on tv.

“Midoriya, your siblings the best!!”

“Yeah…I know.”

Katsuki Bakugo

He’s sooo over you. For years he hated how he had a pro!hero sibling. That just means he’s have to work harder to get out of your shadow. Unlike izuku, MF didn’t want anyone to know he was related to you— YOUR NOT SPECIAL.

I think deep down he was wordied he wouldn’t catch up to you, or that somehow he would fail and you’d be disappointed. Because katsuki really does care AND look up to you, which is why his first thought was to go to UA to follow in your footsteps. Tho, he never admitted it.

“I just want UA to have a better Bakugo, can’t have you spoiling our name.”

Boy would be so pissed if you sent a letter of recommendation. And better expected a angry call, “I don’t need you help.” “Think I can’t do it on my own?” he really hates when you try and help him. Makes him feel weak. Like I said- he doesn’t want his big sibling to look down on him.

“Put the boy down!” Bakugo freezes out the stern tone of someone yelling at him. Denki pulls away from his grip, thanking the person. Yep, it’s you— and the first thing you do is embarrass him.

“Why the hell are you here. Shouldn’t you be fighting low level villains. What, People stop stealing candy from babies?” Everyone is staring at him because he’s talking that way to a pro!

“Don’t be like that! Give your sibling a hug!” they watch you chase him around for a minute while he’s screaming his head off….YOURE HIS SIBLING?

Kats hates that everyone knows now and is asking him questions. He hates to be in your shadow. He hates watching you give praise to his friends and then give him “tips” or whatever. He’s constantly trying to train with you, to try and prove he can be better and beat you in a fight.

“Don’t hold back! I’m not some loser kid like you think,” he screams. It’s been hours since you’ve been training and you still haven’t used any of your power moves on him, “I’m better then you! So stop looking down on me!!”

And you clicked it right there. Why he was always pushing you away, or overworking yourself. Why he hated when you tried to help him. So you did what any good sibling would do—Kick the shit out of him.

“I never thought you were weak, katsuki,” you bend down as he’s laying on the ground out of breath and beaten up, “Just because I give you pointers doesn’t mean anything. I just wanna be there for you,” you pat his head while he has no energy to reject you.

“I’m so proud of you! I knew you would be a hero years ago!”

The last day he was more closed off because of his disappointment to see you leaving but didn’t wanna show it. Being a pro meant he never got to see you, even he was younger you were here at UA training.

Anyway from everyone, he hugs you deeply. “Try not to die! I can’t have everyone knowing I have a weak sibling.”

As he huffs in your chest to give off the impression of being mad, but the grip of his hold says something different.

“Whatever you say, Kit-Kat,” you chuckle and pats his head and hold him for a few seconds as he trues to pull away from you.

[beansnsoup]

Out of My League

Summary: Izuku has had a crush on you since your first year at UA together and he's never had the guts to tell you this. But due to your high school years coming to an end he decides he's tired of hiding his feelings.

Relationship: Platonic going on romantic

Character: Izuku Midoriya

Warnings: Fluff, self doubt?, gn reader

Izuku was in his dorm room pacing back and forth, he had been trying to build up the courage to confess to you for years, but now that your years at UA were coming to an end, he decided that now was the time to finally overcome his timidness and tell you how he feels about you.

The two of you quickly grew close when your high school experience had started, sharing many interests, he knew right away you were the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, no matter how short or long the life may be.

He had gone through years of listening to you talk about the dates you had been on, but he had also been with you through the terrible break ups too, and all he could think about while you'd sob into the crook of his neck with his arms wrapped around you was how much of a better boyfriend he would be to you.

Every night, while he'd be attempting to fall asleep, he'd imagine all of the dates he would take you on and the gifts he would spoil you with any time he could, and how he would be there for anything you needed, no matter what he was doing or where he was, he would be at your side in an instant.

Not to mention that his mom absolutely adored you, and she knew who you were the instant she met you due to Izuku going on and on about you when he'd get home from school, she loved seeing him be absolutely smitten over someone.

But even though he had all of this admiration for you he was still scared to admit it to you, he was horrified at the thought of you not returning his feelings and things not being able to be the same as they were.

That's why he swore to never say anything, but now, he was ready.

He didn't know what he would say, or how he would say it, but he just knew that you needed to be aware of his feelings one way or another. The two of you would be graduating soon, and based off of your skills and goals, there would probably no time for you guys to hang out like you do now.

Not unless there was a stronger bond between you both.

Izuku is interrupted by a knock at his door, he nearly ignores it so the person will think he's asleep, then they knock again,

"Izuku? Are you awake?"

It was you, he tenses up, scared to even go near the door,

"Y-yeah..."

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah, it's unlocked..."

You open up the door to his room, walking inside and taking in everything around you, you shut the door behind you and finally lock eyes with Izuku.

"Hi."

"Hey." He replies, 'What is going on?'

"I was going to apologize for waking you up, but it seems you already are. Is everything okay?" You ask, sitting on his bed and taking one of his all might plushies to prop yourself up on.

"Yeah, sorry, I just couldn't sleep, too many things going through my head right now." He sighs, sitting down beside you.

"May I ask what?"

'Shit. I said too much.' He thinks as his face turns a slight shade of red, thank God his room was so dim right now, or else you might've noticed.

"I don't know, it's stupid." Izuku averts his gaze from you, trying hard to not grow even more flustered.

"You've listened to me ramble on and on, it's my turn to listen to you, nothing you say will ever be stupid to me."

'Even if it changes everything?' Is what he wanted to say, but instead he just nods his head, still looking away from you.

"Izuku." You call out in a calming tone, taking his face in one of your hands, guiding his eyes back up to you, "Please?"

"I don't want to say it and you see me differently."

"Nothing you say will make me see you differently, unless you say you're thinking of joining the League of Villains."

He laughs, "Of course not."

Your reassurance is what he needs, your joking around is what he needs, this is why he wants to be yours so badly, you're perfect, in every way shape or form, you're what he needs.

His hand takes yours off of his face, but he doesn't let go.

Grasping your other hand, he continues to look at you, breathing heavily before he can get his words out.

"Y/n, I've been trying so hard to find a way to tell you this, I originally wasn't going to, but something just came over me and I can't go another day without you knowing how I truly feel."

He lets out a big sigh before starting again, you're not saying a word, just looking at him intently while also focusing on the tight grip he has on each of your hands.

"Every time you talk, I'm so dumbfounded, how someone as perfect as you would want to associate with me, especially when we first met at the start of UA, I was nothing to believe in, but you did anyway. You were one of the biggest reasons I kept going, I wanted to be what you already said I was. I hate seeing you mistreated, I want to be what everyone else wasn't for you. I want to hold your hand, take you to the park for picnics, buy you things, bring you flowers every day, tell you how much you mean to me, tell you how breathtaking you are. I want to love you."

"Izuku..."

"It's okay if you don't feel the same way, I know it's a lot to get off my chest and just spring on you but I needed-"

He's interrupted by your lips on his, his eyes go wide before he finally shuts them, his hands leaving yours to hold your face close to his.

You finally pull away, "I've been waiting for you to say that for so long."

"Really?"

"Yes! All those guys I went out with was to get over you because I thought you had a crush on Ochako."

"No way."

"Yes way."

He laughs as he pulls you closer, resting his forehead on yours, "You're amazing, I never want you to leave me."

"Believe me, I'm not going anywhere."

I think we're all needing this after the mha finale today 😔

[bratzbrat]

Time skip BNHA characters x reader

Ones shots

Synopsis: A random series of events that take place.

Pairings: Izuku Midoriya x gn! reader | Katsuki Bakugo x fem! reader | Shoto Todoroki x gn! reader | Eijiro Kirishima x gn! reader | Denki Kaminari x gn! reader

wc: 3k+ in total.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝟒. (𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧)

𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

Featuring:

Hanta Sero

Tenya Iida

Yuga Aoyama

Rikido Sato

Mezo Shoji

❧𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚~

𝐂𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞~

Izuku sat across from you in the quaint café, his eyes soft yet vibrant, like he couldn’t quite believe he was here, sitting with you after so long. His smile stretched awkwardly as his hand nervously tapped on the table. He was always like this—fidgety, unsure, but completely earnest.

"I’ve missed you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper as he stirred the small cup of cream beside his coffee. The spoon clinked lightly against the porcelain, a rhythmic sound against the background of the café. "It feels like it's been forever."

You smiled, warmth blooming in your chest. "It really has been a while, hasn’t it? You’ve been so busy."

Izuku rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Yeah, between teaching at UA and my hero duties, I barely have any time. But today…" He reached across the table and gently took your hand. "Today, I’m all yours."

You squeezed his hand in return. "How about we start it by enjoying this coffee together? Just you, me, and a peaceful morning."

He chuckled softly, his green eyes lighting up. "That sounds perfect."

As the two of you shared the light, sweet cream over your coffee, the conversation flowed, easy and familiar. He told you stories about his students, the new Pro Hero missions, and the small victories that made his day. You listened, your heart swelling with pride and affection for the man he’d become.

In the quiet moments between his words, he looked at you like you were the most important part of his world, the one thing that kept him grounded.

"I wish I could give you more time," he said, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing in circles over your knuckles. "I know I’m not always there."

You shook your head, giving him a reassuring smile. "Izuku, you’re doing what you love. I love you for that. And days like this—" you gestured to the half-eaten pastries and the empty cups between you, "—they’re enough. You’re enough."

His eyes softened even more, and he leaned in across the table, his face just inches from yours. "I don’t know what I’d do without you. Thank you for always understanding."

With a soft smile, you leaned in to meet him halfway, your lips brushing his in a gentle, lingering kiss. When you pulled back, his cheeks were tinged with pink, and his grin was boyish, just like it always had been.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too, Izuku."

❧𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨~

𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠~

The sound of your home's front door clicking open made you jump and glance up from the simmering pan on the stove.

"Oi," Katsuki's gruff voice echoed through the hallway as he stepped into the kitchen. "Something smells good."

He had come home earlier than expected, his familiar heavy footsteps making their way toward the kitchen. Your heart skipped a beat—this was it. You had been thinking about how to tell him the news all day, your mind filled with excitement and nervousness.

You smiled, wiping your hands on your apron as you turned to face him. He was still in his hero uniform, his eyes softening just a bit when they landed on you. "Hey, you're um—home early."

"Mm, finished my patrol faster than expected," he grumbled, walking over and peeking into the pot on the stove. "What're you making?"

"Just your favorite," you replied, stirring the sauce gently. "Thought I'd make a nice dinner tonight."

Katsuki's sharp gaze flickered toward you, catching the slightly nervous undertone in your voice, but he didn’t press it. Instead, he slipped off his gloves and jacket, tossing them onto a nearby chair, before stepping up behind you, his large hands resting on your hips.

"Let me help," he muttered, pressing his chest against your back as he peered over your shoulder. His breath was warm against your ear, making your heart flutter.

"You want to help?" you teased, trying to keep your composure. Katsuki wasn’t exactly known for helping in the kitchen, he's either in there alone or not in there at all, very rarely will he help you, but the way his hands roamed and gripped your waist sent a pleasant shiver down your spine.

He scoffed, grabbing the wooden spoon from your hand. "Yeah, why not? Just don’t get in my way."

You laughed softly, leaning back into his warmth as he stirred the sauce with care. Cooking with him like this always had a way of easing the tension in the air, making everything feel natural—like you were exactly where you were supposed to be. The smell of the rich sauce and seared vegetables filled the kitchen, and for a moment, you forgot the nerves that had been buzzing in your chest all day.

Katsuki’s voice cut through your thoughts, low and gruff. "You okay? You seem distracted."

You froze for a moment, your hands absentmindedly pressing against your stomach. "I’m fine," you said softly, turning in his arms to face him. His eyes narrowed slightly, the familiar intensity swirling in them as he studied your face.

"I’ve just been thinking a lot," you continued, your voice a little shakier than you intended. "About… us. Our future."

His brow furrowed. "The hell’s that supposed to mean?" His tone wasn’t harsh, just confused, and you took a deep breath, your hands sliding up to rest on his chest.

"I’m pregnant, Katsuki."

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.

.

The silence that followed was thick, and for a moment, you wondered if he’d even heard you. But then his eyes widened, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly.

"You're… pregnant?" he repeated, almost like he needed to hear it again to believe it. "I thought you couldn't get pregnant?" He pondered as his eyes shifed from yours to your belly.

You nodded, your own breath catching in your throat, making you unable to answer as you watched his expression shift—shock, disbelief, and then, slowly, to something softer. His hand moved from your waist to gently rest on your stomach, his rough fingers rubbing slightly over the fabric of your dress as he processed the news.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath, his eyes returning to yours. "We're gonna have a kid?"

A smile broke across your face, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as you nodded again. "Yeah. We are."

Katsuki let out a low, shaky breath, his hand still pressed against your stomach. For a man who was always so sure of himself, so confident in everything he did, this was the first time you’d ever seen him look genuinely stunned.

But then, as if snapping back to reality, his usual fiery confidence returned. A grin tugged at the corner of his lips, and he pulled you close, his hand cradling the back of your head as he kissed you—deep, intense, filled with all the emotion he couldn’t put into words.

When he finally pulled back, he took a deep breath in, "We're gonna be fine. I'm gonna take care of you both. You hear me?" He assured, his voice rough and low.

You nodded, your heart swelling for the man in front of you. "I know, Katsuki. I know."

❧𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢~

𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫~

"Dinner’s ready," Shoto said, his voice even as always, unaware of the underlying tension in the dining area. He pulled out your chair for you, ever the gentleman, and you sat down beside him, offering everyone a small smile.

Rei, smiled back warmly, though there was a hint of nervousness in her expression. Fuyumi, waved cheerfully, offering you a polite nod. Natsuo was leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, and then, there was Endeavor—sitting at the head of the table, his usual stern look in place, though he was trying, in his own way, to keep things civil.

"So," Natsuo started, glancing at Shoto with a teasing smirk, "how’d you manage to drag this one into dating you, huh?"

Shoto’s face remained calm, but you could see the corner of his mouth twitch slightly. "I didn’t drag her anywhere," he said, his voice cool as always. "She came willingly."

"Oh, willingly, huh?" Fuyumi chimed in, leaning forward with a playful glint in her eye. "I bet you froze her in place until she agreed."

You chuckled softly, giving Shoto a teasing glance. "You know, it was pretty cold the day we met."

Shoto sighed, shaking his head as his siblings laughed. "Very funny," he muttered under his breath, though you could see the faint smile tugging at his lips.

Rei reached for a dish, her hand slightly trembling as she tried to engage in conversation. "So, how did you two meet?" she asked, her voice gentle but curious. You could tell she was trying to ease the awkwardness between you and her.

"Well," you began, glancing at Shoto for support, "we actually met at a hero charity event. I was volunteering, and Shoto was… well, being a hero." You smiled, remembering how awkward he had been even then, though his calm demeanor had quickly won you over.

Rei’s eyes softened, her smile growing as she listened. "That’s wonderful," she said quietly, as if relieved to hear something light-hearted.

Meanwhile, Fuyumi leaned toward you, her voice low but playful. "Does he still do that thing where he doesn’t realize he’s staring at you? He used to do that all the time when we were younger."

"Oh yeah, definitely. I catch him all the time." You stifled a laugh, glancing at Shoto.

"You’re not helping." Shoto sighed again, giving Fuyumi a deadpan look.

Natsuo chuckled, nudging Shoto with his elbow. "Hey, it’s cute. You finally learned how to be a normal person around someone. We’re proud of you, bro."

Shoto slumped in defeat and the tension in the room had eased, the teasing and laughter from his siblings broke through the initial awkwardness.

As dinner continued, you found yourself engaged in small talk with Endeavor, though it was clear he was struggling with it. "So," he began, clearing his throat, "how is Shoto… treating you?"

It was an awkward question, and for a moment, you weren’t sure how to answer. "He’s… wonderful," you said, smiling warmly at Shoto, who was currently distracted by Fuyumi trying to feed him something from her plate. "He’s always so thoughtful and supportive."

Endeavor gave a slow nod, his face unreadable. "That’s good. That’s… important."

"Yeah, wonder who he gets it from..." Natsuo quipped, as he deadpanned. Umm...

There was an awkward pause, and Rei quickly jumped in, her voice a little more eager. "Yes! Shoto’s always been so caring. I’m glad he’s found someone who appreciates that."

You smiled at her, grateful for the save, and soon, the conversation shifted back to more casual topics—Fuyumi telling stories about her students and Natsuo bickering playfully with Shoto, who's finally loosening up as he quietly joined in the teasing.

"This is nice," Shoto stated, referring to having everyone here for dinner. "I would like to do this again sometime. No time soon, but sometime." He continued, a small smile crawling to the sides of his mouth.

"Yeah, no time soon." You chuckled, but wholeheartedly agreed.

❧𝐄𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚~

𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭~

The low rumble of Eijiro’s motorcycle reverberated through your chest as you clung to him, the cool wind whipping past your helmets. Your arms were wrapped tightly around his torso, the hard ridges of his muscles comforting beneath your hands. The world blurred by in shades of green and blue as the two of you sped down the winding road, heading toward the quiet spot he’d promised.

Eijiro glanced over his shoulder at you, a wide grin splitting his face beneath his helmet. "You doing okay back there?" he called, his voice loud enough to be heard over the roar of the engine.

"Loving it!" you shouted back, the adrenaline from the ride making your heart race. There was something about the freedom of the open road and the warmth of Eijiro’s body in front of you that made everything feel perfect.

Soon enough, he slowed the bike, turning off the main road and onto a dirt path that led to a secluded clearing. The spot was peaceful, tucked away beneath a large cherry blossom tree, with a view of the distant hills. He parked the bike, helped you off, and grabbed the basket from the back.

"Hope you’re hungry," he said with a grin, setting up the blanket on the grass. You smiled, your heart warming at how much effort he’d put into this.

As you both sat down, Eijiro began pulling out sandwiches, fruit, and your favorite snacks from the picnic basket. You leaned back on your hands, the sun filtering through the leaves overhead casting dappled shadows across your skin. It was peaceful, just the two of you and the soft sounds of nature surrounding you.

"This spot’s perfect," you said, smiling at him as you took a bite of your sandwich. "Thanks for bringing me here."

Eijiro’s face lit up with that signature toothy grin of his. "Anything for you," he said, reaching over to squeeze your hand. "I figured we could use some time away from everything y'know. Just us."

You nodded, feeling your ears burn with a blush. His easygoing nature made it impossible not to feel relaxed in his presence.

As you both ate, the conversation flowed naturally—he told you about his latest hero work, about sparring with Bakugo, and you filled him in on your own daily happenings. But then, you noticed someone out of the corner of your eye—another couple who had wandered into the clearing, the guy sneaking glances at you every so often.

You ignored it at first, but when Eijiro’s eyes darkened slightly, you knew he’d caught on. His easy grin faded, replaced with a more serious expression as he shifted closer to you, draping an arm protectively over your shoulders.

"What’s that guy’s problem?" Eijiro muttered under his breath, glaring in the direction of the couple. His body tensed, and you could feel the shift in his mood—his natural instinct to protect you kicking in.

You placed a hand on his chest, trying to ease the tension. "Eijiro, it’s fine. He’s just looking. It’s nothing."

But Eijiro shook his head, his voice firm. "Yeah, well, he shouldn’t be looking at you like that." He glanced over again, his sharp red eyes narrowing.

You couldn’t help but smile at how serious he was being. It was endearing, in a way. "You know, it’s kind of cute how protective you are," you teased, brushing your fingers lightly along his jawline.

He blinked, his expression softening as he turned his attention back to you. "I just don’t like it when other guys don’t know how to show respect," he mumbled, his hand resting on your thigh now, grounding himself.

You leaned into him, resting your head against his shoulder. "I don’t need anyone else’s attention. I’ve got you."

Eijiro’s arm tightened around you, his usual warm grin returning as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. "Damn right, you do." He chuckled, some of the tension easing from his muscles as he glanced back toward the couple, now walking away. "Guess I scared him off."

You laughed softly. "Well, you are a pro hero. People probably don’t want to mess with you."

"Especially when it comes to you," he murmured, pulling you closer.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm orange glow over the clearing, Eijiro leaned back, pulling you into his lap as you both watched the sky shift colors.

"Next time," he said softly, resting his chin on top of your head, "I’ll find an even more private spot. Just for us."

You smiled, feeling completely content in his arms. "I’d like that."

❧𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢~

𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞~

"You sure this place is okay?" Denki asked, his golden eyes wide with genuine curiosity. "I know it’s not super fancy or anything, but I thought it seemed kinda chill."

You smiled, amused by how much he was overthinking it. "It’s perfect. I like places like this. Laid back and relaxed."

Relief washed over his face, and he let out a laugh. "Okay, good. I wasn’t sure if you were the type to prefer, y'know, high-end places."

Shaking your head, you leaned in a little closer. "Honestly, I’m happy just spending time with you. Fancy or not doesn’t really matter."

Denki’s cheeks flushed a little at your words, and he scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "That’s good to know. I guess I’ve been worrying a bit too much about… well, everything." He laughed nervously, but there was a softness in his gaze that made your heart skip.

You chuckled, taking a sip of your drink. "Don’t worry so much, Denki. Just be yourself."

"Yeah, easier said than done," he mumbled, but his smile brightened as he leaned back in his seat. "So, how’s your day been? Anything exciting happen?"

As you continued talking, you couldn’t help but notice the way he would lean in a little closer whenever you spoke, like he wanted to soak up every word. It was sweet, seeing how genuinely interested he was in everything you had to say.

Mid-conversation, the waitress arrived with your meals—simple, comforting dishes that were exactly what you wanted for a casual lunch date. As you both started eating, he grinned at you over his sandwich, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"So, I gotta ask," he said, lowering his voice dramatically, "what’s the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you?"

You nearly choked on your food, laughing as you gave him a mock glare. "Seriously? That’s your lunch date conversation?"

He wiggled his eyebrows at you, looking far too proud of himself. "Hey, I’ve gotta know the juicy details! Besides, it’s only fair—I’ll tell you one of mine if you tell me one of yours."

You couldn’t help but smile at his playful energy. "Alright, fine. But you go first."

Denki’s face lit up. "Oh, you’re in for a good one. So, back in high school, I was trying to impress this girl during one of our training sessions. I thought it’d be cool to show off my flashy move, y'know? So I charged up way more than I should have, trying to look all badass. But then…"

He paused for dramatic effect, leaning in closer. "I totally overdid it. My brain short-circuited, and I went full-on derp mode in front of everyone. I was wandering around, talking nonsense, and when I finally came back to my senses, I was hugging a training dummy, thinking it was her! I don’t even want to know what I was saying. And the worst part? She was standing right there, watching the whole thing. Let’s just say, I didn’t win her over."

You burst out laughing, "Oh my God, I can’t believe you did that!"

Denki grinned, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, wasn’t my finest moment. But hey, your turn now!"

You groaned, knowing there was no getting out of it. "Alright, alright. So, this one time, I was at this really fancy restaurant, right? It was one of those places where everything is super posh and you’re expected to have, like, perfect table manners."

Denki raised an eyebrow, already intrigued. "Uh-oh, I’m sensing disaster."

You rolled your eyes. "You have no idea. Anyway, I was trying to be all classy and ordered this really fancy soup. So, there I was, trying to sip it quietly, when my hand slipped and the entire bowl tipped over—right into my lap."

Denki’s eyes widened. "No way!"

You laughed, feeling your face heat up at the memory. "Oh yeah, and it gets worse. I jumped up so fast that I knocked over the glass of water, which then spilled all over the table, and the waiter—who was passing by—slipped in the water and crashed into the table next to us. Everyone was staring, and the place was dead silent. I was so embarrassed I just wanted to sink into the floor."

Denki was laughing so hard he was practically gasping for air. "You took out the waiter too? That’s a whole chain reaction of disaster!"

You grinned sheepishly. "Yep. I think I invented a new level of public humiliation that day."

He wiped his eyes, still laughing. "Okay, I take it back. Yours definitely wins. At least I didn’t take out innocent bystanders in my embarrassment!"

"Yeah, I’ve never gone back to that restaurant."

Denki smirked. "Guess we’re both walking disasters, huh? At least we can laugh about it now."

It was endearing, how he didn’t mind poking fun at himself, and it made you feel even more comfortable to share your embarrassing moments with him.

As the lunch date continued, the conversation flowed, filled with laughter and little moments of connection.

At one point, Denki reached across the table, his hand brushing against yours. He hesitated for a second before taking your hand in his, his thumb gently tracing small circles against your skin. "Y'know," he said softly, his playful tone giving away to something more sincere, "I’m really glad we’re doing this. I mean, I’ve always liked spending time with you, but… today feels kinda special."

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you squeezed his hand in return. "It does," you agreed, your voice just as soft.

Denki’s grin returned, though it was softer, more genuine. "Well, I hope we can keep doing this… a lot more."

You smiled, "I’d like that too."

[jellicatty]

Can u write smth about how tenya would be on his first kiss? Thank you!

‧˚꒰ TENYA'S FIRST KISS ₊

╰┈➤ contains : tenya iida x gender neutral reader. reader is his classmate. sfw. fluff. love sick tenya. 535 words.

╰┈➤ note : this one is unedited so sorry for mistakes ,, thank you for requesting !

Although dating for months now, a shared kiss still hasn't been done in your relationship with Tenya.

It's not like he doesn't want to kiss you— He wants too so much. However, incidents at UA kept on happening, delaying his plan.

He probably isn't fond of physical affection BUT after shamelessly staring at your lips during class, he's yearning to kiss you.

Like literally you would think he's upset with a personal problem but it turns out his personal problem is needing to kiss you so badly.

Speaking of staring at you... He does every time you're near him and honestly he starts to lick his lips too when he sees yours.

DEFINITELY looks up "kissing tips" "kissing for beginners" on the internet. He's just overthinking so much because he wants this to be perfect and magical FOR YOU.

Might even read some fanfiction to get some advices (all for the sake of knowledge).

After pacing back and forth inside his room for hours, he finally settled with a plan.

The day has finally come, and Tenya's more than excited. His hands were clammy and sweaty, ears red in the probable embarrassment he would feel, as his legs were bouncing up and down.

Tenya glanced at his bathroom where you went, then stared mindlessly at the floor, rehearsing his plan in his head.

He hosted another study session with you. Only this time, instead of being bombarded with his strict and uptight teaching personality, you were spoiled throughout the day.

He would quickly give you the answers after making a mistake, would provide you more notes, and even took you out earlier for a small stroll.

Calm down, he thought. Calm down, Tenya, he repeated. Despite his attempts, his heart rate only increased when you finally came out of his bathroom.

"H-Hey, Y/n."

"Y/nnn? Why are you using my name, Tenyaaa." You pouted as you sat beside him, clinging unto his firm bicep after.

"A-ah, sorry, my love."

"What are you so nervous for, hm?" You giggled at his nervous expressions, then held his hand.

"Im sorry Ten, but I need to go home," You flashed him the cutest pout again, "My parents want me to." You were about to stand up when Tenya grabbed your wrist, before pulling you back down beside him.

"Before you leave, there's something I want to do, my love." He adjusts his position and shakily tucks your hair behind your ear. "Please, allow me." He pleaded, and just from his affectionate gaze, you knew what was about to happen.

He leaned in, capturing your lips against his, kissing you as much as he needed to.

Although his worries worsened within him, it was all put to rest when you leaned in further. Applying what he learned, he caressed your waist and kissed you even more.

It was shocking to see this side of Tenya. The composed, and usually calm president is now kissing you with so much passion, mind in a frenzy at your taste.

Even after pulling away and staring at your flushed face in awe, he couldn't help but want more. Leaning in again for another intimate moment with you.

© jellicatty | no plagiarising please (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

Unexpected Flames | Dabi/Touya x Reader

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Ship: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x AFAB Reader 💋

Summary: AU where you and Touya have been life long best friends and are about to graduate from UA together. He's still a dramatic, possessive goof but he wants to focus his talents on being a Pro Hero. And sleeping with you. You're surprised (and delighted) when your typical Friday movie night takes a sexy turn with your best friend.

Genre: Smut, Romance, S*xual Tension

CW: MDNI!, A18+, kissing, romance, sexual tension, dry humping, grinding, oral sex, smut, dirty talk, hair pulling, PIV, penetrative sex, teasing

💕Link to My Master List 💕

Unexpected Flames

You were watching a horror film with your best friend from UA, Touya “Dabi” Todoroki.  You both have been friends for what seems like forever – well since grade school You’re currently seniors in your class, freshly 18 and itching to graduate into the world so you can be Pro Heroes together.

The two of you have a lovely group of friends – your hero class is unusually close and often spends the weekends together socializing and studying. But Friday nights are sacred and reserved for just you and Touya. Ever since you were kids you’d meet up for your weekly movie night – a festive affair for just the two of you spent in the basement of your parent’s house. Touya’s family is super large and he craves time alone, away from his little brothers and sister where he doesn’t need to be “the responsible one.” On these special nights together you can just be two goofy kids – sharing junk food, laughing at stupid films and dreaming about your futures as Pro Heros. On Friday nights your strict hero-in-training diets fly out the window as the two of you feast on popcorn, candy and whatever weird soda flavor Touya manages to dig up at the local Seven Eleven.

Tonight, you’re parents are out at a dinner party so the two of you have the house to yourselves. You’re watching a slasher flick - the kind that makes you squirm in your seat. You didn’t really want to watch this one, but Touya’s let you pick the last 3 movie night films so it’s only fair that you let him choose this time around. He knows you hate scary movies, and he smirks each time you jump in your seat. Over the course of the last hour, you’ve moved closer and closer to him on the couch until you’re buried in his side. His arm is stretched out on the back of the couch behind you. Whenever a particularly gruesome scene presents itself, you squeak and bury your face in his well-loved punk band t-shirt. Touya laughs at you each time.

Here’s the thing about Touya – he’s an acquired taste. He’s moody and possessive and sometimes can seem more villain than hero, but you know deep down in your gut that he’s a good person. He’s fiercely loyal and deeply protective of his friends and loved ones. He’s just immature with a bad temper – you’re certain he’ll grow out of the more volatile parts of his attitude with time and training out in the real world. He can be kind of a mess sometimes – and you’ve got the biggest crush on him. It’s never something you’d act on, of course. You’ve been best friends for the better part of a decade, and there’s no way in hell that you’d jeopardize your friendship with this angsty but wonderful boy.

The film continues and takes an unexpected turn – the heroine gets the upper hand and manages to defeat the ghostly villain. You swear under your breath when the credits roll, thankful that the bloody film is finally over. You’re still folded into Touya’s side. This isn’t an unusual position for the two of you – you’re close and fairly touchy. But the mood shifts when Touya brings his arm down from the couch to curl around you as the end credits continue to play. You feel goose bumps rise across your arms as his large hand pulls you close.

“That was pretty good – I kind of wanted the ghost to get her in the end, though. You up for another?” He asks, his voice husky. He deliberately doesn’t make eye contact with you, staring straight ahead at the screen.

“Yeah, but let me get some more popcorn. Can we watch something a little less dark this time around?” You breathe out shakily, moving so you can get to your feet so you can get more snacks. He reluctantly lets you out of his grasp, and you rise to your feet and shuffle to grab the empty bowl. You trip over Touya’s shoes which have been abandoned on the floor. The checkered vans fly across the room and you tumble onto the couch. Your friend’s lightening fast hero reflexes save you from hitting your head – one hand splayed out behind your back, the other bracketed above your head.

You realize with a start that Touya is straddling you, hovering a breath away.

“You okay?” He whispers as you struggle to catch your breath.

“Y-yeah. Shit, I’m sorry. Let me get up and refill the pop corn.” You try to shift out of his arms but he holds you underneath him.

“No – ugh – stay here a sec.” He shifts nervously above you.

“Touya?” You say breathlessly, a question working its way up your throat. You’ve never been in a position like this before – you feel vulnerable, at his mercy. Your heart drums in your chest as you look up into those bright, endless eyes. His own eyes dart down to your lips and back up at your face. Is he going to…?

You think he might kiss you, but instead he drops most of his weight down onto your body. You feel his lanky form relax gently on top of you, he lets his legs and arm relax so that he’s resting flush against you.

“There’s something I want to do…something I’d like to try.” He says in a hoarse whisper. You don’t say anything as you look up at him with wide eyes, nervous but feeling electrified at the feeling of his body against yours.

He keeps his eyes locked on you as he slowly grinds down into you. You let out a small moan of surprise - absolutely seeing stars as you feel his hardening cock grind into your sensitive pussy between several layers of clothing.

You need to stop this before it goes too far. You’re best friends after all. Sure – Touya can be a possessive freak. But deep down he’s sweet. He’s known you practically forever and he’s your go-to person. You can’t cross this line with him, you won’t.

“Touya, I -“

He cuts you off with a hiss. “Shh.” Then he grinds into you again, finding the perfect angle that the tip of his cock lines up with your clit through the soft fabric of your tiny shorts.

“Fuck.”

He grins wickedly down at you. You open your mouth to protest again, but he shuts you up with a kiss. His lips melt into your own and you can’t help but sigh at the contact. You’ve secretly wanted him like this for so long. His mouth feels even more amazing than you’d ever envisioned, and when he bites your bottom lip and then slips his tongue inside your mouth it truly feels like heaven.

You make out furiously as he rolls his hips against you. Every point where your bodies meet feels charged, and when he forces you to turn your head to the side so that he can kiss his way down your neck your eyes practically roll back in your head.

Your breath comes out in pants, an overwhelming pleasure in your belly pushing you over the edge. His hot hands sneak up your shirt and jam under your bra. You cry out as his fingers grip the soft flesh of your breasts and he quickly finds your nipples and squeezes. You grasp desperately for a fistful of his skinny ass, slipping your hands into the back pockets of his jeans for leverage.

“Touya! Touya, you idiot – we should stop. You’re gonna make me – “

“Cum.” He says it short and to the point.

And you do. What neither of you expect is the way you whine out his name as you finish. It’s so pitiful and needy, and it makes your friend flush bright red when he hears it. His eyes are large and unbelieving. He’s practically salivating at the way your tongue rolls around his name.

He holds you for a moment, letting you come down from your high. You feel jittery and embarrassed that he’s taken you apart fully clothed and so easily. He buries his face in your shoulder for a moment, trying to keep you from seeing the intense blush that’s dominating his aristocratic pale features.

“Touya, what the hell was that?” You breathe, arms winding around his muscular back.

“I couldn’t help myself.” He groans into the flesh of your neck, leaving a light kiss on the sensitive skin. “You were just laying there looking so helpless, practically begging for me to have you.”

“But Touya…what if this makes things weird between us? Everything has always been so easy. And now…” You trail off, unsure of what comes next.

“I can’t stay just friends with you anymore. Haven’t you noticed how much I fuckin’ want you Y/N? You’re so fucking gorgeous and I just need you to be all mine.” He pulls himself up so he can look you in the eyes, blush be damned.

His gaze is so intense it sends shockwaves of want through your body.

“Tell me that didn’t feel right? Tell me you want me back just as badly.” He practically commands.

“I mean… of course I want you, Touya. I’ve wanted you like this since our first year. But I value our friendship so much. What if we ruin everything – our plans to be Pros together, our dream to start the best Hero agency in Japan? Isn’t that more important?” You can tell he’s mulling this over, choosing his next words carefully.

“Fuck it. Why can’t we have it all?” He says fiercely, moving down to kiss your neck and nip at your earlobe. You groan at the hot contact. “Plenty of Pros date and work together. You know me better than anyone. Hell, you’re the only person who can truly put up with my sorry ass. If anyone can make this work, it’s us two.”

It might just be the hormones coursing through your veins, but his words seem to make a lot of sense. Why shouldn’t you be able to have it all? You know Touya inside and out. If anyone can make something crazy like this work, it’s the two of you. Together.

“Well I guess it’s worth a try at least.” You say slowly, still not totally convinced.

“That’s all I ask.” He grins, letting his right hand wander under your shirt again so he can squeeze at one of your breasts. “Your tits are just as amazing as I pictured they’d be, by the way.”

“Wow, thanks. The highest of compliments.” You say flatly, but you can’t stifle the moan that escapes your mouth as he pinches at your nipple. He smiles down at you roguishly, continuing to roll your tit between his capable fingers.

You can feel that he’s still hard against you. You long to slip your hand underneath his waistband so you can feel his hardness for yourself and maybe offer him some relief, but Touya has other plans. He pushes up onto his elbows in one swift motion and rises up from the couch.

“Now let me clean you up.” Before you have a chance to say anything else, he hooks his thumbs around the waistband of your tiny shorts and slips them down your legs along with your panties. You’re shocked as you lay there half naked in front of him, totally exposed. He pushes up your shirt and bra, exposing half your tits as well.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous.” He sighs out, haphazardly throwing your legs over his shoulders and reaching out to grab your hips to pull you into a better position. “Have you ever been eaten out before?”

He pauses to look up at you questioningly, that familiar possessive look clouding his eyes. You dumbly shake your head “no” as you look down at him. He looks absolutely sinful between your legs, and he gives you his characteristic Touya smirk as he leans over to plant a kiss on your inner thigh.

“That’s good, that means you’re all mine.” He licks his lips as he looks down at your bare pussy, drinking you in. “Now this might feel a little strange at first, but just sit back and relax. I’m going to take care of you princess.”

You feel your core flutter at the term of endearment. No one’s ever touched you like this before, but you know Touya so well. You trust him so intimately, but you’re still fucking nervous as hell.

He wastes no time diving between your legs and lapping at your wet pussy, his tongue ring dragging against your clit in a way you couldn’t have imagined. At first you feel completely over stimulated at the feeling of his tongue buried in your folds. But after a few minutes you get used to the feeling and can feel pressure begin to build inside you again. You roll your hips experimentally into his face, matching his pace. He comes up for air for a moment to groan “that’s a good girl, riding my face so nicely.”

Shit. He’s so hot that you almost forget to breathe. You take short, gasping breaths and moan as he slips a finger inside of you. It’s clear that Touya has ample experience at oral sex by the way that he’s playing you like a violin. You briefly wonder at how many times he’s done this, and with whom. But you quickly try to refocus because right now all that matters is he’s doing it to you. And he’s fucking amazing at it.

The visual of Touya’s head bobbing up and down as he pleasures you is enough to get you off on the spot. You run your fingers through his thick white hair and hold on for dear life. He pauses for a moment and looks up at you, mouth dripping with saliva and eyes ablaze with an inner fire you’ve never seen before.

“Pull on my hair, beautiful.” He rasps out. Experimentally, you tug at the hair at the back of his head. His eyelids flutter shut and he groans. You repeat the motion, transfixed at the way you seem to be giving him pleasure with little to no effort. You tug harder, more abruptly. He growls softly and dives back between your legs for more. His fingers slide easily through your entrance and he curls them to hit a special spot deep within you.

You try to hold out a little longer, but something about the drag of your friend’s tongue ring on your pussy is just too much to handle. He’s eating you out like a man starved and you can’t hold on any longer. You cum loudly, your voice reverberating in the dark basement as you cry out his name again and again. Your legs are shaking as he guides you through your second orgasm, making sure to draw out every bit of pleasure that he can from your quaking core.

You gasp as you try to catch your breath. Touya lifts his head from your dripping pussy, saliva and slick dripping down his chin. “Deep breaths, princess. Take it slow.” He models a deep breath for you, exhaling slowly through his nose. You match him, breathing in and out at a steady pace until you’ve mastered yourself once more.

He’s smiling down at you so openly, so lovingly you feel your fast beating heart might actually burst out of your chest. He leans down and plants a kiss in the hollow beneath your ear. He continues to kiss down towards your collarbone.

“All mine.” He growls lowly, sinking his teeth lightly into your neck.

“So possessive!” You say, still a little breathless. “Chill out, Touya.”

“Of course I’m possessive. You’ve been my best friend since we were kids. I’ve been waiting for this to happen forever. I gotta claim you so no other douche bag can mess around and get in your pants.” He snorts at the thought. “Actually…I know one way I can be sure you’ll never want anyone else but me.”

 Your head is clouded with oxytocin and all you want to do is hold him and kiss his face and nuzzle into his lanky frame. He starts to move and you think he’s going to shift around so he can spoon you, but in typical Touya fashion he’s going to push things a step further.

“You ready for one more round?” Despite all his dramatic bravado, he’s a little clumsy as he tries to get up off the couch. He looks pussy-drunk and his eyes are fuzzy. You laugh, thinking he’s kidding.

“Nah, Touya. That was already so good. I think we should really talk through all of this, though. Figure out what it means for us.”

“What’s there to talk through?” Touya asks as he extracts himself from between your shaking legs and starts to unbutton his pants. “You’re all mine. We’re together now. And one you feel my cock inside you, you’re never gonna want anyone else.”

“Huh?” You ask with a start. He unzips his skinny jeans and pushes the dark material to the floor alongside his boxers. His hard erection springs forth and you admire his beautiful, sizeable dick. His cock is the perfect length – probably about 6 or 7 inches with some weight to it. The head is already leaking with pre-cum which sparkles in the glow of the TV.

“I was thinking this time you can cum around my cock.” He smiles mercilessly as he raises your legs and teases your entrance. You’re so incredibly over stimulated but the contact feels so deliciously good. He rubs the head of his dick against your abused clit and watches as your eyes roll back in your head.

“Touya!” You cry out as you feel his head catch in your entrance. “Touya you always take things too farrrr – oh!” He pushes against you, preparing to fill you up.

“I’m not hearing any complaints.” He grins down at you, absolutely wicked. “Once you feel me inside of you, I promise you’ll want to be my girlfriend so desperately no other man will ever measure up.”

“Bold words for someone who ate paste well into grade school.” You say, trying to keep your cool as he continues to nudge at your entrance with his rock hard cock. You want him so badly, but you’re not going to let him get to you so easily.

“Hey!” He says harshly, but he’s laughing. He likes it when you talk back to him and you know it. “You’re such a little brat – looks like someone needs to teach you some manners.”

“Oh, yeah. I bet Endeavor could really straighten me out. Can you call your dad and ask him to come over? My parents won’t be back for a few hours.” You grin evilly up at him – his dad can be a sore subject. Touya loves and looks up to his dad, but he’s constantly comparing himself to the Number 2 Hero and worrying that he won’t measure up. This taunt seems to erode at his swagger a bit.

“You little jerk.” He pushes the head of his cock into you and you cry out at the foreign sensation. He laughs at your discomfort. “Don’t bring my dad into this!”

But when he realizes how intimately the two of you are connected, he settles down a bit. He looks at you with icy blue eyes.

“Just tell me to stop and I’ll stop.” He says softly, pushing into you steadily.

You look up at him and say one, needy word: “Touya.”

That’s all he needs to hear. He continues to slip inside and you both groan at the way your pussy easily sheathes his thick member. You’ve cum a few times already, loosening your pussy up perfectly to receive his perfect cock.

“Holy shit Y/N.” He sighs as he settles between your thighs. He experientially thrusts into you. “Your pussy is so goddamn tight. It’s just how I imagined it would be.”

“You’ve imagined my – ugh!” You grunt as Touya thrusts hard into your core, the head of his cock hitting your cervix with practiced precision. “-my pussy?”  

“Of course I have.” He grins as he presses one of your knees into your chest for a better angle. He shifts his hips and starts thrusting at a slow and steady pace. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you for, like, years.” He groans and shuts his eyes as he feels your cunt flutter around him. “I’ve been practicing so I can make you feel good.”

“You’ve done this before?”

“A few times.” He says, looking a bit abashed. “With a girl from the support course.” He continues to thrust into you firmly, sliding a hand up your body to play with your breasts again. He rolls a nipple between practiced fingers and grins down at you. “Does that make you jealous?”

You concentrate on isolating your muscles so that your pussy clenches around him. He looses his train of thought and slips his hand off your breast so he can brace himself on the couch.

“It doesn’t really matter – because I’m the one you’re fucking so desperately right now.” You lift up your hips to meet him as he plunges into you and he moans despite himself. You decide it’s time to take control. You execute a judo move you picked up in combat class – pulling him into you, hooking your legs around his back and shifting both of your weights so that you both roll off the couch and onto the ground. Touya lands on his back and almost gets the wind knocked out of him. You, however, land squarely on top of him, dick still fully sheathed in your slick heat.

You whip your t-shirt and bra off in a swift motion, now completely naked and riding on top of Touya Todoroki.

He looks up at you, absolutely gob smacked.

“Come on, Touya. I thought you were going to fuck me so good that I’d never want any other cock?” You say, taunting. You brace your feet on the ground on either side of his slim hips and bring your hands to rest on his chest. You shift your weight and begin to bounce on his dick, reveling in the sensation of being completely in control.

He smiles up at you openly, clearly thrilled to have met his match. After a moment, his hands find your hips and guide you up and down. When he wants you to go faster he moves his hands to rest under your ass so he can give you an extra boost.

“Do you like how I fit so perfectly inside of you, doll?” He asks breathlessly, pounding up into you. “Do you like being filled with my cock?”

“Shut up, Touya.” You throw your head back as his blunt tip hits your cervix in the most delicious way. “Shut all the way up.”

“In your dreams.” He says, sliding a hand up to grasp at your breasts as they bounce.

You feel so full and turned on that you can’t speak. You close your eyes and arch your back as he hits a particularly good spot. He quickens his pace, hips haphazardly pistoning into you as he chases his high.

He brings his hand down to your clit so he can rub desperate circles around you, bringing you to the brink of pleasure. You cry out as you feel another orgasm rip through you, your muscles contracting and rolling deep around Touya’s fit cock.

“Touyaaa!” You call out desperately, thankful that no one is home to hear you sounding so pathetic as you ride your best friend’s cock. “Touya, I - ” but your brain is fogged over and you can’t think of what you meant to say. His hands find your ass again and he continues to bounce you as your fluttering pussy tries to drain his hard cock.

A moment later, he cums hard. You feel hot ropes of ejaculate fill you up and hit the most intimate parts of you. Your pussy milks his cock for all its worth and he looks dazed, spent. He rasps out your name as he comes down from his high, followed by a soft “Fuck!” as your pussy continues to pull pleasure out of him.

When he’s finished, he rolls the two of you over on the floor so that he can let himself lay on top of you. He wraps his arms around your naked body and sinks his face into your soft hair. You lay like that for a moment, letting him stay inside you as you both come down.

“Wow.” You breathe out, and Touya laughs into your shoulder.

“Sex all you thought it would be?” He teases, finally shifting to pull out of you. He gazes at your pussy, transfixed as he watches his seed spill out and onto your plush thighs.

“It was just…wow.” It’s all you can say. Your body feels exhausted and spent, and you can feel some soreness start to creep into your legs and abdomen after all of the activity.

“Well we should go find a convenience store or something. If I’m anything like my dad, I’m probably hella fertile. We’re going to need a morning after pill for you or something.” He reaches for his phone and pulls up his maps app, trying to recall where the closest open pharmacy is. “We can get some condoms, too. How late will your parents be out again? We can probably fuck one or two more times before they get back.”

“You claim to have been into me this whole time and yet you don’t have the decency to fuck me with a condom on?” You say distastefully, looking down at the way his seed is still dripping out of you. You look so slutty like this, filled with Touya’s cum and completely naked on the floor.

“What can I say, babe? I got caught up in the moment.” He leans down to kiss you full on the mouth. “And I thought you’d enjoy the full cream pie treatment.”

“Ugh! You’re such an idiot.” You bat him away and reach for your discarded clothes, hoping that you can find a pharmacy that’s still open this late at night.

“Yeah, but now I’m your idiot.” Touya says with satisfaction, reaching to pull you into his arms. “And you’re all mine.”