#also bonus love for sero

[beanxiv]

their favorite place to kiss you ; multiple bnha boys

summary: bnha boys and where they love kissing you most.

word count: 1.6k

includes: gn reader, katsuki bakugou, izuku midoriya, shouto todoroki, denki kaminari, eijirou kirishima, tamaki amajiki, keigo takami, touya todoroki, hanta sero, & tenya iida.

warnings: suggestive on dabi's part, but not really. its def sfw so no need to worry abt that. also a small amount of cussing.

katsuki bakugou

katsuki loves kissing your lips. he doesn't do anything "half-assed," as he'd say, and kisses to your lips are always full of affection towards you. whether it's a quick peck or a kiss that turns into a make-out sesh, there's always love and passion within katsuki's kisses.

when he kisses your lips the tension leaves from between his brows, the irritation that might've built throughout the day is leaking away, and all his focus is on you and your pretty, pretty lips

keigo takami

might sound odd, but keigo likes kissing your shoulders and back, specifically between your shoulder blades. after a long day of flying around and patrolling the streets of japan what he wants most is to come home to your shared apartment and into your warm arms. he'd tell you about his day, whether it was eventful or not-- he likes seeing you pay attention to him. you wonder aloud what it'd be like to fly around japan all day.

keigo kisses your shoulders and insists on some cheesy shit like, "baby you already know how to fly-- hell, y'flew into my heart and made it soar." you can't help but cringe and giggle at his dorkiness but he totally meant everything he said.

touya todoroki

touya can't get his mind off of the soft skin of your neck whenever you kiss. he feels the need to just sink his teeth in and show you how much you make him burn. it's not too often that he kisses your neck but when he does, he makes the most of it. he'll kiss every inch, from the top of your neck, near your jaw, all the way down to your collarbone.

if you ever ask touya why he likes kissing your neck he'll probably reply with something vague or suggestive. the real reason? he loves the smooth skin of your neck and loves feeling you warm at his touch, squirming when his lashes tickle a certain spot. this close to your chest, touya can feel your heartbeat get quicker and just loves it. no matter how tough a mission or how roughed up he got that day; if he gets to come back to base and indulge in you like this, every injury was worth it.

shouto todoroki

shouto, in his soft and loving moments (almost all his moments) will kiss the side of your head, right at your temple. he isn't the best at expressing himself, but he loves you more than anything and wants to take all your worries away. when shouto kisses your temple, he acts as if he's pulling all the negative thoughts from your head, trying his best to pull together his own thoughts and voice them against your temple, filling your head with his adoration for you.

bonus: the hand crusher likes kissing your hands. they're so beautiful to him and if he had to save one pair of hands from his "hand destroying curse" they'd be yours no doubt."

izuku midoriya

izuku's body is stacked with scars and freckles and he knows how they might make one insecure, but yours are so beautiful and empowering that he makes it an effort to kiss each one of your scars and moles/freckles/blemishes whenever you need it. except, to him, they not blemishes per se, more like your story. they say your moles are where your lover in your past life kissed you the most, i don't think izuku would genuinely believe that, but he still loves to kiss the moles scattered on your body saying something like, "i'll be yours in every life, love." and your scars, he knows all of their stories, he'll kiss them and comfort you, telling you how beautiful and strong they make you.

and if you reciprocate? kiss izuku's scars and freckles?? oh, he'll melt in your arms right then and there. you've sent him off to cloud nine. you'll physically see his soul ascend, he just becomes the happiest man alive.

tamaki amajiki

tamaki loves your cheeks, the plush skin of them always warm against his lips. the innocence of it just takes you out and makes you melt. the way he just takes your face in his hands and presses kisses to each of your cheeks. or when he kisses the middle of your cheek and pulls away to look at you, tracing the curve of your face.

even better when you're looking back at him with those pretty eyes of yours, full of affection. he'll get so flustered and shy, crumbling right at your feet.

hanta sero

hanta loves your lips too, even more so the corner of your lips. the little jerk likes to tease you, kissing the corner of your mouth until you get worked up about it. only then will he finally press a sweet kiss to your lips.

when you complain about hanta's teasing he'll laugh, kissing the edge of your lips once more. "so greedy, my love. good things come with patience." he thinks he's soo cool and wise but he's really just a lovable bully

hitoshi shinsou

in your presence alone, hitoshi is a different person. in those moments when it's just you two, hitoshi'll always have his face buried in your neck turning to kiss your jaw every once in a while. it started as a sleepy habit, he couldn't quite reach your lips, so he opted for your jaw. after that it became a normal habit

even if your jaw is farther than your lips when he's standing over you, he'll just lean down further to kiss it. or he'll tip your face up to his for him to smooch. and if you're taller than him? even better! he won't have to lean down, and if you're that much taller, he'll simply take your face in his hands and pull your face down to his.

eijirou kirishima

eijirou is the most supportive lover ever. this man will do quite literally anything to make sure you feel loved. he always finds himself kissing your stomach. might sound weird but when you guys are cuddled up somewhere and eijirou's head is resting on your torso he'll just start pressing a million kisses to your stomach out of nowhere, if you ask why he'll be like, "i just love your stomach, something wrong with it, babe?" and he's being serious, if you've ever mentioned being insecure of your belly, whether you feel to skinny or too chubby. he'll be like, "uh, no. my significant other is not gonna feel unloved and ugly while i'm around." and shove his face onto your stomach and over-dramatically kiss it everywhere with the little smooch sounds and everything.

and if you tell him to stop he will, but if you're joking he'll take it as encouragement to show you even more love.

tenya iida

tenya loves feeling strong and protective, and kissing your forehead makes him feel just that! especially if he's taller than you. if not, he doesn't care, he can still protect you nonetheless. he'll kiss your forehead millions of times over just to feel like he's your boyfriend. because what is a boyfriend if not caring and protective of you? tenya takes his position as your boyfriend as if it's a job he had to apply for and gets paid for, except this job isn't a nine-to-five. it's a full twenty-four hour business that he is more than happy to take part in.

he’ll take your face in his hands and either pull you down to him or lean down himself to kiss your forehead, depending on your height difference. and he’ll just caress the sides of your face as he does. and tenya is the biggest simp for you ever. if you’re a hero like him, he’s your biggest fan. if you’re not a hero, he’s still your biggest fan ‘cause who cares? you may be a civilian to everyone else, but you’re sure as shit his hero.

denki kaminari

it’s hilarious if you think denki can only pick one place on your body to kiss as his favorite. ha, no. this down bad dork can’t stop and won’t stop kissing every part of you whenever and wherever you let him. like he’ll pepper kisses all over your face, trail kisses down your arms, scatter some more of your neck, and once he’s placed a kiss on every bit of skin you allow him to, he’ll smack a giant kiss on your lips. no, seriously. all the boys are simps, but denki? he’s another category of the word simp. he’s down bad, down astronomical, even.

he’s a very physically affectionate guy, and if you are too, awesome! if not, he respects that and will hold back to make sure you’re comfortable. and if you’re cool with pda he’ll never be far from you, practically attached to your hip. and very often placing casual kisses somewhere on you, be it your shoulder, head, cheek, wherever! so long as you’re comfortable with it, denki is all over you.

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[yanderelionwrites]

Yandere Lists: How They Mark You as Theirs

Decided to start adding twst characters to these types of posts

Content Warning: yandere, biting, branding, cutting, forced tattooing, possessiveness

Jewelry - Necklaces, bracelets, earrings, rings… Basically, if it shines, they’re buying it to adorn you with. No price is too big for their Darling. They’re very meticulous in choosing what will look best on you, comparing different jewels and deciding what will compliment your eye color. Jewelry is the perfect way to show off that you are theirs; it doesn’t mar your skin and it only enhances your already ethereal beauty 💎

| MHA: All Might, Ashido, Deku, HAWKS, Iida, KAMINARI, Mr. Compress, Natsuo, Nejire, Overhaul, RE-DESTRO, Shoto, Tamaki, Tokoyami, TWICE, YAOYOROZU

| Twst: AZUL, Crewel, JADE, Jamil, KALIM, MALLEUS, Riddle, Rollo, ROOK, Sebek, Silver, VIL

Clothing - Similar to the jewelry givers, these Yanderes avoid physically marking you by buying new outfits for you to wear. They revel in the fact that they bought you everything you’re wearing. They’re the reason you’re dressed in such nice clothes. They also like making you wear their own clothes, if only to see you completely engulfed in them. Having their scent surround you is just a bonus 👚

| MHA: Aizawa, All Might, ASHIDO, BAKUGO, Deku, Fat Gum, HAWKS, Jiro, Kaminari, Kirishima, Mirio, NATSUO, Present Mic, SERO, Shigaraki, Shinso, Shoji, Tsuyu, Twice, Uraraka, YAOYOROZU

| Twst: ACE, Cater, CREWEL, Deuce, Epel, Floyd, Idia, Jack, KALIM, Malleus, ROOK, Sebek, Trey, VIL

Biting - These Yanderes need more than material items to mark you as theirs. They need to physically show everyone that you belong to them by leaving hickies and bite marks all over you. They love tracing your reddened skin afterwards, thinking you look so pretty like this. They won’t tolerate you hiding them either. No, Darling, you’re going to show off each and every mark. How else will people know that you are already taken? 🦷

| MHA: BAKUGO, Dabi, Kirishima, Midnight, Mirko, Shigaraki, Spinner, TOGA

| Twst: FLOYD, Jack, Jade, LEONA, LILIA, Rook, RUGGIE

Tattoos - Jewelry can be taken off, clothing can be removed, and bites can heal… Something more permanent is in order… How about matching tattoos, Darling? You can even choose the design and where it will go! If you’re willing, then you can pick a spot that’s easy to cover up. If you’re not, well… They may force you to get one anyway. And it will be in a place that’s not as easy to hide 🪡

| MHA: Bakugo, Dabi, Kaminari, Present Mic

| Twst: Ace, Floyd, Leona, Sam

Branding/Cutting - The most extreme way a Yandere can mark you, either by burning or carving their name into your skin. They’ll only resort to this if you’ve misbehaved one too many times, and they’ll make sure to draw out the process so you don’t forget the lesson they are literally drilling into you. You are theirs, and there is nothing you can do about it now that that reminder is permanently marked on you 🔪🔥

| MHA: All For One, DABI, Endeavor, TOGA

| Twst: I don’t really see any of them doing this tbh

[nightmarerose1]

💥🐦‍⬛ 🪨 Bakusquad Boys⚡️🕸️:

💥⚡️The fact that Kaminari, Sero, Kirishima and Tokoyami were the only ones who sat close to Bakugou while everyone else sat far away from him like he had the plague shows how those four were always going to be his ride or dies🕸️🐦‍⬛🪨

🍱On their way to sit with Bakugou at lunch/Kaminari invited Mineta While Sero invited Sato🍱

🕯️When you and your besties just performed a ritual thinking you summon a demon but instead you summon an Angry pomeranian 🕯️

🍰Sato earned his place on the Bakusquad by being the best chef ever,🍰

🗯️Tbh I forgot the context of this scene and thought Bakugou was mad at them for not giving him attention🗯️

🌌Would’ve loved a Drama Cd of their late night conversations or them just hanging out. I can imagine a scenario where Kaminari wanted to hang out so he text the group chat to meet up at the common lounge. Of course Sero and Kirishima was onboard but Bakugou was being difficult refusing to go which ended with Kirishima just dragging him out of his room. After that happened and they enter the elevator Bakugou just press the 2nd floor gets off and walks straight to tokoyami door knocking until he answers. Then when tokoyami does answer Bakugou ends up dragging him along probably saying something like “if I have to deal with them so do you”🌌

Bonus: Speaking of Tokoyami getting dragged along I love his friendship with Kaminari,Kirishma and Sero🕸️⚡️🪨

⚡️I’m so Thankful for the School festival arc since we were blessed with Kaminari and Tokoyami friendship! Wish we could of seen more moments of these Guitar buddies, especially since Tokoyami admires Kaminari so much. But I like to believe after the time skip Tokoyami was the wingman that helped Kamijirou get together⚡️

🪨 Just like with Kaminari I wish we could have seen more of Kirishima and Tokoyami friendship. Look how happy they are talking to each other and the fact Kirishima also collected the same key holder means that he could of had a emo phase as well. Also I’m 80% sure that most of there their conversation are about Bakugou, whether it be about how amazing he is in combat or how his behavior can be concerning🪨

🕸️ok we DEFINITELY needed more moments between Sero and Tokoyami their friendship is to underrated especially since they both were able to catch up with Bakugou during the obstacle course and would be straightforward when they need to be. Also I love how in the smash comic Sero decided to dress up as Tokoyami for Halloween,makes me wonder how much time and money he put into that costume to make it accurate enough that it tricked midoriya🕸️

[Part 2]

[princesayumi4k]

SEXUALITY:

Abrosexual but also demiromantic.

GENDER:

Genderqueer!

(SFW) ETC:

Vents a lot to you.

Ninja turtle fanclub owner...

Is somewhat related to Sero Hanta.

Bed hair goes crazy with this man, especially because he sweats in his sleep.

Has sideburns he refuses to cut/shave off because it's the only facial hair he has.

Has multiple ear piercings! (5 in total)

Doesn't think he's capable of love or being loving, which it means a lot when you show affection.

You know how some have mommy/daddy issues? He just has everyone issues.

He likes doodling his outfits from time to time. (He isn't a good drawer...)

He knows how to play a large variety of instruments but if he misses a note he breaks it. (BONUS: His favorite is drums.)

(NFSW) ETC:

BASICS:

DICK SIZE: I mean...come on, haven't you seen the guy? There's no way he's under 9 inches minimum. I'd say 9 inches flaccid and nearly 10 inches when erect.

Is he loud? : Yes, he'll spit insults, groans, grunts and hell, he'll moan as loud as he can for you.

His pace? : He's fast enough to please you, but he goes more deep than fast.

Kinks? Or is he kinky at all? : Oh he's the most kinky guy in the series other than a few. He has many, and here they are: Spanking, anal, teasing, cum play, cock/pussy/ass worship, name calling, humiliation, scratching, biting, masochism, any bondage but prefers light, vibrators, face sitting (rather it's giving or receiving), edging, belly bulge and lastly, rimming.

Is he good? : He doesn't have a pattern of his thrusts, he's sloppy with it, but that doesn't mean he does bad.

Is he circumcised? : Nope, and he says it makes it better especially jerk off. He also loves when you bite the foreskin.

Pro licker, will stick his tongue multiple inches inside of you or around your dick.

Prince Albert piercing goes crazy, let me tell you...

Bites your lips/clit/top while eating/sucking.

[artificial-sleep]

Brain worms say touch-starved Hitoshi seeing the entire Bakusquad coddling Denki.

And look, he's not 🙄 jealous, 🙄 okay? (spoiler alert: he def is) but if Mina can run her fingers through his hair and Sero can rub his back and Kiri can give him massive bro hugs, then why is it weird if Hitoshi does that stuff, too?? (He's actually limiting himself and being weird about it bc he's like for sure secretly in love with Denki, but does he know that? No, the boy's in love)

So he doesn't say anything, but he gets weird around the Bakusquad nonetheless bc ugh he wants to cuddle Denki soooo bad

And then one day Denki is like, "Hey, come here," and Hitoshi squeezes next to him on the couch w a blush and Denki just throws himself over his lap and gives him the cutest smile ever and Hitoshi could cry and he plays with his hair and Denki just melts into his touch and oh...

This is nice.

Hitoshi’s feelings for him skyrocket to a point that Aizawa calls him on it one day during training, telling him, "I hope you're thinking about ways to improve right now and not something childish..." and Hitoshi is like "aghhuhhuhhhh OF COURSE SENSEI," but they both know he's thinking about Denki 😊

Also, bonus, Bakugou is affectionate with Denki, too. But y'know in like... his own Bakugou way. He like... shoves him endearingly sometimes and calls him names 🥰 So sweet (Denki loves it; Baku loves him)

Yeah, that's all. Want this vibe in a fic sometime but I headcannon an overly affectionate Bakusquad that's hella protective of Denks cause he's just so pure and so full of love for all of his friends whatta sweetheart

[ethereal-faeri]

boo! bitch i'm a ghost 👻 [act 2]

♡⃕  WE'RE HOME 😭❤❤❤ [airport scene]

— ten years after, y/n l/n is finally returning to japan. and ten years after midoriya izuku ghosted her. uraraka is guilty, bakugou is expectant, and well, their friends are just waiting for the awkwardness to subside. will there ever be a chance for the two?

♡⃕  chapter warnings — cursing because dzuh,,, and only fluff i think,,,

♡⃕  author’s note — lol hello [as if i didn't update for months] <3333 im really sorry because i really hadn't had the motivation to do anything for this ADLSJASKD but this was commissioned by the lovely blue @johnnysactualgf ily babe <3333 i planned to finish the rest of the chapters before updating but here's a bonus chapter that should've been uploaded a few weeks ago but i never had the time to format it correctly so AHDKJAS have this ily all

reminder! again, set in act 2 when y/n and hela went home to japan and met up with the gang !

and if you want to tip me/commission me, buy me coffee !

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"touchdown japan," you whispered as you and hela went to go get your luggages. it's been, what, ten years? so much seemed the same but you knew that everything had changed since you left.

"it's so weird being back in japan,"  hela said, thanking the guard for their help with your luggage.

"right, i swear, if i didn't have to go back, i won't." you exhaled, knowing the truth.

hela pointedly looked at you. "your life is all here, y/n. your friends are here, bakugou–is here. i know you."

you made a face at her mention of bakugou's name, grinning. "shut up."

truth be told, you weren't that dense. back at UA, while you were pining over midoriya (barf), you knew about bakugou's feelings but didn't really think much about it until after graduation and you left to go to america. by then, it was too late to confront him, and by now, you were just used to not thinking about it, you guess. he never really said anything and then, before you knew it, it's been ten years since. besides, it's fun to mess with him and your friends!

hela, on the other hand, was only the one to know about you knowing and was the one to realized you returned the blond's feelings at some point of you moving on from midoriya…well, he was there, it wasn't hard. but, because of this, hela couldn't stop teasing you about him. however, now is not the time to think back about your relationship with bakugou. not when you'd be seeing midoriya in a few days, it's not the fucking time, y/n.

snapping a picture of each other, you tweeted it with the caption, touchdown. knowing how fast news circulates, especially in social media, you hurried with hela to meet your best friends. you couldn't help but feel nervous, though, at the thought of seeing bakugou that your heart kept thundering. because, for the first time in ten years, you'd be seeing one of your bestest friends and someone you admittedly had feelings for before. god, was this terrifying.

you grinned as you saw them holding a placard with your and hela's names, laughing as a pink blur ran, barreling into you. you choked on your laughter as mina crashed into you, hugging you tight. "y/n, i missed you so much!"

tears sprung in your eyes as your hands wrapped around her torso. "i missed you too, mina."

hela was right. ten years was too long. you laughed wetly as the others crowded you and hela, welcoming you back. kaminari and sero kissed your cheeks once mina let you go, making you grin widely as you hugged them. you also missed kirishima's toothy smile as he hugged you, then kissed your forehead and pat your head.

bakugou…well, bakugou was hanging back, staring at you. his heartbeat fastened its pace, fuck. it's been ten year, but he knew that it was still you, it will always be you. he finally breathed after a while, watching silently as you exchanged tearful welcomes with the squad. he caught hela's eyes, who looked knowingly. he scoffed, finally avoiding her eyes. 

your eyes traveled to bakugou's form, a smile forming once more on your lips when you saw him. you let them introduce themselves to hela as you approached him, tapping his shoulder because he wasn't looking.

"hi, kats." you smiled sweetly, bakugou couldn't help but curse inside as he looked at you, pretending that he wasn't affected by seeing you again in person. "i missed you."

his ears reddened as he huffed. you chuckled, opening your arms to invite him to a hug. he rolled his eyes but opened his arms as well, enclosing you in a hug. warm. you could vaguely hear your friends taking pictures, but you couldn't care less. he breathed you in, his hug tightening as he whispered, "i missed you too, clown-ass."

"not that i want to interrupt whatever this is," bakugou glared at kirishima, who gestured towards them and laughed. "but, we got company."

many civilians were staring, their phones on you two. you grinned, waving as bakugou glared, pulling you quickly. "get their luggage, shitheads. let's go."

you're finally home. now, to face midoriya.

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[doodlegirl1998]

Since I'm dissatisfied with how my boys Sero and Aoyama are treated in the story, Imma just make a rewrite for how they could've been utilized in the story.

Sero: His backstory would be that when his quirk came in people often said and believe it wouldn't be popular or useful in heroics, and other kids even made fun of his elbows for how his quirk made him look now. So he strives to become a hero to prove those negative voices wrong and maybe even become a fan favorite.

But as his stay at UA goes on, he starts to realize that the school isn't living up to it's image as the best hero school as he sees how they handle bullying (Izuku being harrassed by Bakugou yet no one, even the teachers aren't doing anything), brushing off their trauma (Going on with the Sports Festival after a traumatic event at the USJ), and even failing him for something he did but another student passes doing the same (Falling unconscious while their partner helps them pass) it was the final straw.

He goes to complain about how things are being run and that they should take 1-A's feelings into consideration since everyone seems to think the villains attacking them and how Aizawa runs his class is their fault somehow, but no one listens to him as they only know him as the guy who got eliminated first and failed the finals.

Seeing as how no one will listen to him, he convinces his parents to transfer him to another hero school and leaves for a while. He comes back in the war arc and shows off how much he improved compared to UA since he actually learned something instead of being brushed off.

Aoyama: Have his quirk come in late and how that causes him stomach pains, he is very observant as he can learn about a person just by watching how they act alone.

And one certain student catches his eye, Izuku Midoriya. Despite having a quirk perfect for Heroics, his demeanor doesn't match it at all. So with his skills of observing, he was able to figure out what exactly Izuku is hiding... and that's how he figured out about OFA.

The difference here is that he's not the traitor, so instead goes to confront Izuku about this and make sure he got the facts right. He promises not to tell anyone about this and joins him on his OFA training, offering tips and opinions on how he can improve as he trains his quirk as well.

He and Izuku become friends and he's happily accepted into Izuku's friend group.

Hi @theloganator101 👋,

Love these rewrites for both Aoyama and Sero!

Sero transferring to another hero school (maybe Ms Joke's) would work really well for him and show the direct impact of Aizawa's teaching and favoritism of Bakugou.

Bonus - Imagine if he is one of many that decide to leave and reappear stronger in the War Arc under the tutelidge of another school. I imagine he goes with Koda, Shoji, Ojiro and Hagakure. (This is a nice way to thin down the class without killing anyone and highlights the impact of Aizawa's poor teaching.)

Aoyama - being observant and the one to figure out OFA and attend OFA training with Izuku and his other classmates (instead of Bakugou) works so much better. I could also see Aoyama and Izuku bonding strongly over how they were treated when society believed them both to be quirkless.

Bonus - Momo with the versatility of her quirk also could have been useful in helping Izuku with the versatility of OFA. Additionally, Shoto also should have been great to help Izuku for this reason too with the added bonus of being one of his best friends.

Good rewrites!

[aromanticannibal]

aro bakusquad! (besides katsuki & mina)

Kaminari: the cishet aro man everyone is afraid of. he's nice. he finds it really hard to believe he's aromantic because he's been told all his life that love and crushes are so important - since he was popular in middle school he had his fair share of romance drama, even a girlfriend who broke up with him because she realized he didn't actually love her. he is going to insist on trying to date and find his true love and he's going to fail and he's going to need all the help and support possible realizing that he can just vibe in fwb and bromance paradise forever. actual dating really isn't for him i fear. if isn't straight i think he and alloaro shinsou could be fwb it'd be fun and nice (until kaminari tries to make it romantic and shinsou is like No). All in all. internalized arophobia win (sad fist pump)

Sero: grayro maybe? the kind who doesn't really see the difference between romantic and platonic attraction and doesn't really care. he knows he's felt both occasionally but hehhhh? he gets that there's a difference and he understands romantic love, it's just that when it comes to him he really doesn't give a shit. Mina's nightmare really. also someone who would thrive in fwb situations. probably doesn't mind dating but he wouldn't act really different than if he were friends with the person.

Kirishima: Kirishima is the one guy I like to think of as romantic but by god I'll make him aro. after a trip on the aromantic wiki to remind myself of the rest of the spectrum, I think he'd be aroflux, and that would confuse him SO much. he'd spend so long without getting a crush or suddenly not like someone he liked before and then he'd be in love again and he'd just like. PICK A SIDE PLEASE (<- Kirishima crying shaking his fist at the sky). Once he figures it all out he'd be much chiller about it and the fact that his romantic attraction fluctuates so much would make him way more chill about sharing who he crushes on (in my mind katsuki, mina, deku <33). Which would probably endlessly fluster these people. I think he wouldn't be comfortable dating because he'd feel bad everytime he stopped being in love and then it'd be a whole mess, but if someone liked him back I think he'd try dating a little. And if he finds someone who's also aromantic the qpr is gonna be so strong ! !! !

Bonus Jirou: demiro ace. I think she always knew there was something and figured it out pretty early on, so she's like the one 15 y/o that's very visibly queer. also she's purple so she has to be ace (/j). I don't think she'd date someone who isn't ace too, but in general she wouldn't mind so much about dating or not.

[mha-quotes-and-such]

I know it's random, but I thought it'd be funny, so if you wanna:

Can you sort 1-A from most likely to least likely to wear socks with sandals in your opinion?

Bonus points if the socks are hideous!

Ok I love this. If anyone’s opinions on socks and sandals have, for some reason, been made canon- no they haven’t:

Most Likely

Kirishima

Mina

Ojiro

Sato

Todoroki

Midoriya

Sero

Uraraka

Hagakure

Koda

Tsuyu

Tokoyami

Shoji

Iida

Jirou

Aoyama

Momo

Kaminari

Bakugou

Least Likely

A few explanations under the cut

Kirishima- He and Magne are the only two people who consistently rock socks with sandals. It’s a go-to for both of them

Todoroki- He thinks their pretty alright, and is pretty shocked to realize just how heated people can get over them

Tsuyu- She isn’t opposed to them so much as she worries about getting wet socks. Wet socks suck

Iida- Pretty against them in principle but also will wear them for short periods of time if it’s convenient

Aoyama and Momo- It’s a fashion disaster they won’t stand for

Kaminari- Absolute sensory nightmare. Sandals are ok, socks are pretty bad, but the two together? Forget it

Bakugou- Also a fashion disaster he won’t stand for but he’s just angrier about it

[dontcareplusthisholeistoosmall]

My Hero Academia Boys +

Their Stances on Kissing The Homies Goodnight

midoriya:

not necessarily anti kissing the homies goodnight but will only do it if you ask

if someone comes at him like “ayo time for your goodnight kiss” he will let it happen

but he will just be standing there like O-O

bakugo:

don’t even think about it

absolutely not

threatens to murder anyone who even suggests kissing him

“touch me and you die. i am not kidding”

kirishima:

incredibly pro kissing the homies goodnight

is dead set on kissing bakugo goodnight

this causes absolute chaos every night

“bUt kiRiShiMa tHaT’S gAy!1!!” “okay and?”

the boy is very secure in his sexuality

kaminari:

thinks kissing the homies is definitely gay but also thinks it’s very funny

he and kirishima kiss each other goodnight damn near every night

if anyone side eyes a little too hard he’s even more into it

“what!? you got a problem with it!!? gay people are cool man! i don’t know what your problem is!!”

iida:

VERY anti kissing the homies goodnight

but not in a homophobic way

kirishima constantly teases him calling him homophobic which sends him into a spiral

“if you are gay that is just fine but i am not gay so by kissing you i would be giving you and others the impression that i am gay which is untruthful and as class representative i have an obligation to tell the truth always and never give others false impressions of myself”

todoroki:

“why would i kiss anyone goodnight?”

“… todoroki, didn’t your parents kiss each other goodnight?”

“my parents didn’t love each other”

sero:

thinks it’s really weird

“i’m not homophobic but……….. no, nah, i don’t want to”

kirishima and kaminari amp up the antics every time

he just rolls his eyes and moves on

tokoyami:

“absolutely not”

aoyama:

pro kissing the homies goodnight but will only do the french cheek kisses

weirdo

mineta:

anti kissing the homies goodnight unless he thinks they’re hot

“midoriya COME ON you NEED to kiss the homies goodnight IT’S NOT WEIRD”

shoji:

no one wants to bring up the argument with him because they’re not quite sure he even has a mouth

and they’re not going to kiss one of the mouth appendages

sato:

anti kissing the homies goodnight but makes it very casual

“nah i’m good guys, carry on”

koda:

will not kiss on the mouth

if they ask for a kiss goodnight he will kiss their forehead

very awkward but very sweet

ojiro:

gets really awkward when asked about his opinion on kissing the homies goodnight

won’t do it but offers a hug instead

apologizes for not kissing goodnight

bonus:

aizawa listens to this debate at least once a week and gets war flashbacks to fifteen year old present mic screeching at him

[insomniac-jay]

MHA NG | Characters Pt.1

Korina Sato/Sweet Tooth: The eldest child of Rikido and Naomi Sato. She works as a sidekick for another hero named Candy Queen (no relation to our girl Candy Williams). Has a constant resting bitch face and is not easily fazed by things (like her mom lol), but unlike Naomi it's because she's quite shy.

Quirk: Sugar, Spice, & Everything Nice - Kori can access a different power based on what she consumes whether it be food or drink. Mixed consumption results in a fusion of two powers.

Daishin Sero/Hotwire: The eldest son of Hanta and Denki Sero. He's Gakudan's bestie and his partner in crime. Daishin's got a pretty smart and blunt mouth that gets him into a load of trouble without knowing. Him and Makoto are an item, they've been dating ever since their U.A. days.

Quirk: Livewire - Daishin can produce wires that are capable of delivering powerful electric shocks from his hands. These wires can also power electronic devices such as phones.

Shinpachi Ojiro/Hikage: The only son of Mashirao and Tooru Ojiro. Shin is an easygoing guy with a nerdy side when the topic of ninjas is brought up. Surprisingly, he's a very skilled hacker and the go-to guy for all things that require it. He seems to be the only guy that's not driven crazy by Himeka Shinso-- who eventually became his girlfriend.

Quirk: Hidden - Shinpachi can turn parts of his body invisible-- even his whole body. This makes him a master of stealth. But the true power of the Quirk lies in its ability to bend light off the invisible limb, transforming it into a prism.

Himeka Shinso/Ruler: Hitoshi and Neito Shinso's little princess. She's bratty, domineering, and spoiled as one thinks. Himeka has a consistent reputation as a mean girl but seems to be "calming" down on the act now that she's a Pro. She's drove almost every guy around her crazy, except for her eventual boyfriend Shinpachi.

Quirk: Simon Says - Himeka can make others either copy her or order them to do what she commands them to by making a command.

Carrie Kurakimichi/Bloody Carrie: Yureihiko and Reiko Kurakimichi's child. Known for not being very social and a bit of an outcast, she's actually very sweet and fun loving. They were outcast due to past bullying for their appearance and Quirk.

Quirk: Haunting Spirits - Carrie has the power to create purple ghost likes spirits that can possess anything within line of sight she directs them towards. After directing the wisps to their target, the user is able to telekinetically manipulate it as long as it is the weight of a person. With his being a mix of her father's Will O' Wisps and her mother's Poltergeist, this Quirk is very multipurpose as the user can possess multiple objects using the lights.

Bonus

Kai & Mako Shindo: The younger twin sons of Yo and Jade Shindo. Unlike their parents, the twins attend Shiketsu but only Kai is in Senpu's class. Mako is in general education since he wants to do something else other than heroics.

Quirk: Tidal Wave - Both brothers have the power to create tidal wave like vibrations.

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[redxriiot]

         People who write them being this casually close clearly understand them on a fundamental level

[earthtooz]

fluff!!! little mentions to bakugou's past as a bully :/ but he's now very much in love with you <3

the best way to let bakugou katsuki know that you’re mad at him is by refusing to hold his hand. 

handholding is one of bakugou’s all time favourite affections. although subtle, it’s grounding. he likes to know that you’re safe by holding you close to him, and he has the chance to pull you away from danger the moment it happens. also, to know that you trust him to keep you safe is another bonus.

he is destruction’s incarnate and it is from his hands that danger is initiated: hands that have threatened and bullied many- good and bad alike. 

hands that have also pushed you into a corner when you were younger for defending a vulnerable midoriya from any more harm. 

hands that have sparked explosions in your face during many school festivals as he sparked threats to match.

hands that gradually, but surely, learnt how to chase after you longingly.

after months- years of maturing and apologising for his stupidity, bakugou thinks he is the luckiest man in the world to be able to hold you with the same hands that sparked fear during his youth. he thinks he is the luckiest man in the world because you have trusted him to protect your heart in his very hands. similarly, you openly cherish his with your two palms and despite how it bleeds with love for you, you have never once let it break.

he also thinks he is unfortunate that you’re not compassionate enough to be against torturing him when he fucks up.

and the best way to show that you still have not forgiven him is by revoking his hand holding privileges.

bakugou hates it when there’s tension between you two and despises it even more when you have to pretend like nothing is wrong when in fact, everything is wrong. you’re mad at him for some shit he said last night and now you don’t want to hold his hand, let alone look at him, and he wants to crumble. 

instead of finding a chance to talk, you both had to hang out with sero, kaminari, kirishima and mina as part of your obligatory monthly meetup and it was very obvious that something was off between you and bakugou. 

when a merciless gust of wind hits, bakugou sees this as his moment to react. as goosebumps emerge on your exposed skin and you audibly shiver from the cold, it earns you a fair share of concerned looks.

“you okay, y/n?” kirishima asks and you nod, shrugging up your shoulders as a futile attempt to shield yourself from the frostbite. from the corner of your eye, your boyfriend is already shrugging off his jacket, keeping his sassy muttering to a minimum. 

“just cold, thanks for asking,” you murmur, extending your palm to anyone in the group, “can someone hold my hand?” 

bakugo immediately reaches for you, grumbling an ‘i’ll hold your hand’ but you retract from him with a dirty glare before he could even touch you. his jaw drops and his crimson eyes become windows to how betrayed he’s feeling, and even more so when you utter the next words:

“can someone else hold my hand?” 

“but i’m your boyfriend?” he all but screams, earning a few snickers from your friends. they knew this dance all too well, sero and denki hissing ‘roasted’ at the blond. 

mina’s the only one brave enough to challenge bakugou, “i’ll hold your hand, y/n!”

she’s almost successful too if it weren’t for small explosions stopping just in front of her face as bakugou glares at her with the ugliest (affectionately) expression you have ever seen. no one can resist laughing when he yells out a ‘touch y/n and you die, racoon eyes!’ before snatching your hand into his; his grip far too tight for you to even try and wrestle out of it.

“yeah, laugh all you want extras! at least i get to hold y/n’s hand, dipshits!” 

“y/n’s got two hands though, can i hold your other one?” denki asks, feigning ignorance to the daggers bakugou was sending him and before you could giggle out a ‘sure!’, bakugou is lunging forward and shielding you from the electric blond. 

“none of you are worthy, go away morons!”

your stomach is cramping at this point, your throat is begging for you to stop laughing, and your cheeks are so very sore that it hurts. your laughter has been mixed with the rest of the groups- with the exception of bakugou who is pouting with irritation laced deeply in his expression, but so long as he gets to see you smiling at him rather than frowning, he doesn’t really mind.

“whatever, laugh all you want,” he mutters before stuffing your hands into his pockets, where he can keep them warm. the remainder of the squad continues forward, knowing to leave you two alone.

his thumb is soothingly rubbing circles on the back of your hand as he shares his warmth with you. when bakugou katsuki meets your eyes, all the tension from last night dwindles away as he visibly relaxes, relieved that you’re at least allowing him to hold your hand again. 

“we are okay, right?” he asks tentatively.

you shrug playfully, “i mean, i don’t really have any other choice than to say yes, do i?” 

his next comment is quick, passive, but heavy in its meaning, “you do.”

you soften at his vulnerability, squeezing his hand before reassuring him that “we’re okay, katsuki, and we will be for a long time.”

hello hello everyone!! thank you for reading, if you enjoyed the fic PLEASEEEE reblog!!! even if you don’t think it’ll do much, reblogs is how tumblr accounts function. you don’t even have to leave a message bc i appreciate every single interaction nonetheless.

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[dienamights]

The Winner’s Prize | K.Bakugou

It really doesn't matter how petty it sounds, and it certainly doesn't matter how minor the challenge really is. Katsuki is nothing but a winner because to him, winning isn’t everything, it’s the only thing. And his victory is getting you, one way or the other.

✎ Protagonists: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader; Featuring Hitoshi Shinsou

✎ Word count: 10K

✎ Category: Smut MDNI, Prohero!AU.

✎ Caution(!): Smut 18+ MDNI please, implied infidelity, oral sex and fingering (female receiving), spitting, unprotected sex, recording lewd videos, horni bakushit, I wanna say crack & fluff but its like really vague, pining(?)

✎ Author’s notes: Hello! aaaah I'm so excited for this one! so far my longest fic reeeeee. alright! this is my contribution to BNHarem Bakugou Only Collab, thank you so much for letting me participate! this event was so fun where we spun one wheel to select a line of dialogue, a trope, and/or an AU. There was also a bonus wheel for NSFW tropes, and people chose from what they spun. I got "I. Don't. Lose.", "Love Triangle" and "Thrift shop!AU". please take some time to read over other people's work because I definitely will be making my way through all of them HEHE. Credit to Bakugou’s fanart goes to the artist ‘Hachi’

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The layer covering the atmosphere has a brilliant glow to it as light flashes through it and reaches the Earth's surface, making it a little -well, really- hot. The sun penetrates the people with its lucid sunshine as it moves from the horizon to the top of the sky, leaving their features plastered with an eerie glow, squinting eyes, and glittering attitude.

Bakugou messes with his hair, fluffing it after being stuffed under the baseball cap for an hour or two, the humidity, while an advantage to him during combat, now is just fucking annoying, and he just wants to lay shirtless in his living room with the AC cranked all the way up.

Yet he pushes against the metal door, welcomed by a shrill ring from the bell hug above him as he enters the store, slipping his sunglasses off to hang them on the v-neck of his shirt. With an aggravated sigh, Bakugou walks into the shop, vermillion eyes scanning the interior, hoping to catch sight of what brings him here to begin with.

The thrift shop isn’t the best in the neighborhood, or anywhere, really. Books that have been written in, with pages that are bent in, driving any sane person mad, stuffed animals that have lost half their stuffing, the fiber and cotton spilling out of their limbs and torsos, puzzles with one or two missing pieces, and mugs with chipped handles are all of what he could see, and the man has half a mind to just turn around and leave. Yet there’s this tiny nagging voice in the back of his mind

“Hey,” you called out to him in that sickening breathless voice, trying to catch up to him before he leaves as you hang up the phone. “Um, there’s this really vintage One Ok Rock t-shirt in that dingy thrift shop down the block you patrol, could you, maybe, please, get it for me on your way back?”

And what else would your hopelessly smitten, yet emotionally constipated, roommate say? “Fuck, no”

So why is he standing with his lonesome self, hands digging deep in his pocket as he shoulders his way away from people, trying to find the fucking stupid shirt you wanted.

“Fuckin’ finally.” the blond mumbles, recognizing the logo that you have showed him countless times when you shoved the phone in his face, gushing about a new song, or someone’s haircut and he just couldn’t really fucking focus with your tits spilling out of those low shirts, like can’t you just get yourself some proper-fitting shirts that, cover your boobs, it's like-

Okay, think of Deku, think of Sero and Kaminar doing farting contests, Kirishima trimming his ass hair… huh, that last one really works.

Bakugou shakes his head, disappointed in getting distracted by your boobs when they aren’t even there! He growls deep from his chest, upset with himself that because of them -it, you, because of you, and your poor choice of wardrobe around the apartment, he wasn’t even able to express his mutual fascination with the band and their work, rubbing the heel of his palm against his eye socket before reaching for the shirt hanging with many band t-shirts on the rack.

He could only chuckle to himself when he saw its size, knowing it would perfectly fit you, yet he stills, kicking himself internally for knowing what your size is, to begin with. Shaking his head to rid himself of any imagery of you in his favorite band’s T-shirt before he tugs at it, recoiling when it tugs him back.

“The fuck?” the blond breathes out, the shirt resisting against him, and he ponders for a second if he got his head injured during patrol for his mind to play tricks on him. But then he hears cursing from the other side of the full rack that obscured his vision, and he knows he isn’t going down without a fight.

Throwing a ‘cunt’ and ‘fucker’ with every forceful tug, a tear stops Bakugou in his tracks and rings in his ears, every snapping thread is deafening and suddenly, all he sees is red.

“The fuck is up yer ass?” his voice is so loud, so thunderous, that even he couldn’t concentrate on what he’s saying, spewing curse after another. Anger curls hot and unstoppable in his gut, like a blazing inferno that wants to burn him from the inside out, and the image of you pouting up at him when he comes back empty-handed is just making everything worse.

People emotionally allocate the people they care about to specific positions in their inner landscapes, but have they ever been questioned if that is a job they can fulfill? People often cause their own disappointment by placing those who are unworthy, but Katsuki doesn't want to be unfit; he wants to take on a commitment and fulfill it, punishing himself for any shortcomings through sabotage, self-denial, or even masochism, anything except abandoning you.

Yes, even for a fucking t-shirt. And so, with a forceful arm, Bakugou pushes the hangers filled with clothes to the side, wanting nothing but to tear this person a new one for ruining what he came here for. And who it is other than…

“Mindfuck?”

“Mindjack.” the other man scoffs, hand tousling his lavender hair while the other fists the -now ruined- t-shirt. “We’re off duty anyway Bakugou, so you can call me Shinsou.” He points out, eyeing his civilian attire. “Yeah, I’m stickin’ with mindfuck.”

Both men stand up straight, garnet and amethyst clashing as they stare each other down, oblivious to the curious stares they’re receiving that are slowly yet surely turning into those of recognition. One clenching the ripped shirt in his hand while the other is gripping whatever sanity he has left, anything but to obliterate the sleep-deprived fuck from existence.

“One Ok Rock fan?” Shinsou scratches the back of his neck, bored expression displayed yet worry lacing in his voice over the fact that it has been exactly three minutes and eighteen seconds and Bakugou still hasn't blinked. Could it be some sort of new record? He could only wonder as he tries to lead the nonexisting conversation.

The blond only scoffs as a reply, taking a threatening step forward, scowling deep when a step back isn’t reciprocated. “Listen here eyebags,” he takes a deep breath, a hushed ‘Dynamight’ reaching his ears and stiffening his back, fuck if he got his photo taken in the only place he told you he won’t be in. “Y’know what…” He growls deep from his chest, and Shinsou lazily smiles at him, knowing he’s held by a leash, unable to make a scene like he used to in his younger days.

So Bakugou does the only rational thing, he turns around and angrily makes his way out of the store, the scent of burnt caramel wafting after him confirming his identity.

Living with Bakugou Katsuki has always been… eventful, for the lack of a better term. You’re notified of his presence by the stomping of his feet, the ground below him begging for mercy as he nearly makes a hole in them with every loud thump.

“Welcome back.” you sing, laughing lightly when the sound of him clicking his tongue reaches you even with the door separating you two. The blond knocks, giving you a millisecond before he swings the door open.

“You know,” you start as you tighten your rope around you, assuring your decency. “I think you’re using this ‘no knocking habit’,” you roll your eyes exaggeratedly, lip tilting up in a grin, “as a way to be able to peep at my tits when you open my door.” You tease, relishing in the way his ears heat up, flashing red before he slams your door shut and you hear the floor creaking -well, screaming- as he makes his way to the kitchen.

You place your brushes on the vanity, getting up to follow him as he gulps down the bottle of water like a parched man.

“How was work?” You hum, leaning against the wall as you eye his flexing back, noticing the shirt tossed on the arm of the couch before focusing back on his glistening figure, blinking twice before your eyes -begrudgingly- trail back up to meet his when he faces you.

It has been this way since you moved in together, and you honestly wouldn’t have it any other way. While the possibility of both of you being present in the apartment at the same time is slim, with him being a pro-hero and you being a nurse in the local hospital, you still enjoy the little time you do spend together when your days off line up.

It had almost been a year since you two met, brought to your ward on a stretcher, all bloody, broken, and bruised, yet still denying help. You remember being the only one out of your co-workers who had the balls - as Bakugou oh so politely put it - to talk to him, refusing to allow his requests for an early discharge.

He really had come at the right time, with you dumping your ex-partner and having to couch-surf at a few friends’ houses while you try and look for a decently priced apartment close to your workplace. You had been venting to him as you were checking up on his charts, clicking your pen aggressively in what he now knows as stress. Brows slightly twitching in annoyance, Bakugou tried to blink the haziness away from his sight, his tongue heavy as he barely uttered the words ‘move in with me’.

After the drug's effect wore off many hours later, you teased him about his delusional state, taunting him as you placed his lunch for the day on his bed, something about calling you pretty, something about your hair looking its best in a certain style, it was all jumbled together really but you still wanted to see the little tint of color at the top of his ears. But what you didn’t expect is him remembering his invite for you to move in with him. Which he insisted on every day until his discharge.

Bakugou to this day doesn’t know why he invited you, to begin with, not wanting to go back on his words -although given they were said while under the influence of the drugs- about providing you a place to stay, waving you off whenever you tell him that you’re only staying until you find a new place, and growling at you when you offer to pay rent.

“I ain’t takin’ charity, princess. So cut the crap,” he told you that one time you thought you were slick enough to hide the rent money in one of his jackets’ pockets. “I’ve been livin’ in here for months alone, I can afford it, alright? So don’t worry your little head about that.” You still don't mention how warm that made you feel, how you both looked at each other wide-eyed and stunned before both of you sprinted to your rooms with your tails between your legs.

And yet, for as long as you’ve known him, it has always been the same, you ask him about his escapades and he replies with, well, a grunt, a ‘good’ on his better days. But today? He just glares you down, a single drop of water dripping from his pouty lip and trailing on his chin, and the little demon whore in you urges you to step forward and wipe it off, with your tongue.

But you smack her on the back of her head and fix your posture, arching a brow when it has been a few seconds without either reply tossed your way. “You okay?”

“Why you got shit on yer face?” alright, maybe he should be the one smacked on the head.

“It's makeup you dipshit.” You huff, twirling around and making your way back to your room, “I didn’t ask what it was, I asked why you have it on, woman.” He trails behind you, stopping himself at your door frame as you plop back on your chair to continue with your makeup.

“Not that it’s any of your concern,” you turn to the side to watch him shuffle on his feet. “But I have a date, in…” you check your phone. “Oh boy, half an hour.” you panic slightly, hurriedly stumbling to the laundry room next door to steam your outfit. Hearing his stomps turn muted as he follows you like a lost puppy.

“You’re almost done,” he points out, not missing the way your hand trembles as you work the steamer across your clothes. “Thank you, detective, I wouldn’t have figured it out.” You mock, throwing a wink across your shoulder that melts the boulder surrounding his heart, feeling it erratically beat against his chest.

Yet all he does, all he allows himself to do, is let out a puff of hair, place his water bottle on the table, and tug at the steamer from your hand, cheeks warming when the contrast of your hands meet, where yours spoke of the kind of precision that only the love and focus of years may bring, while his spoke of destruction and chaos. He clears his throat, straightening out a wrinkle you couldn’t seem to unkink.

“Yer always late when we go out,” he looks up to see you fumbling your thumbs together, not finding something to occupy yourself with, and takes your silence as a sign to lay his speculation. “You’re nervous,” he hums, fingers tracing the fabric, calloused thumb catching a loose string and he leans down to cut it off.

“Well, yeah, uh, haven’t been on a date in, what, seven, maybe eight months?” You laugh to yourself. “God knows I need a way to destress,” Your face warms as you bow your head in humiliation, and for the life of him, Bakugou does not like the sound of that. “He’s a hero, though, so you don’t have to, um, worry.” You ramble, your eyes looking at nothing but the way his shoulder tighten with every pass of the device in his hand, and when is he gonna put a shirt on goddammit-

“Who said I was worried?” he ridicules, shaking his head as he starts working on the back of your garment, “I’m just saying, just because he’s a hero doesn’t mean he ain't a creep.” he all but barks at you, and you couldn’t help but be defensive when he uses that tone with you. “‘Takes one to know one, Dynamight.” boy, does he want to bend you over and have you screaming that name.

“Anyway,” you strain, not missing the way he counts to ten under his breath, and you could only assume it's to calm his anger, not the boner about to pitch a tent in his pants. “You going out?” you lean your head forward to meet his gaze. “I know you spend some weekends with your…” he side-eyes you as you ponder. “Friends?”

He only grunts in reply, handing you your clothes before following you to your room, back facing the ajar door as you change on the other side. “Cancelled, somethin about dunce face’s sister, or mom, fuckin whoever.” you let out an ‘ah’, checking yourself out in the mirror before you open the door, instantly turning your back to him. “Clasp this for me?”

And he does, ultimately failing in stopping himself from sniffing your hair, eyes fluttering closed as he catches a whiff of patchouli, immersed in vanilla, from what he knows as your ‘first date perfume’. He always teases you about it, but now just frowns that you never used it with him, deeming the countless ‘first’ dates you went on more deserving of using that perfume for.

He almost loses balance when you twirl for him, catching more of your godly scent, and he bites his tongue when the words ‘you look beautiful’ almost slip past his lips, allowing his hazy mind to utter what he can only assume is the next best thing.

“Yer really putting out, huh?” fuck…

“Am not!” you puff your cheeks in displeasure, pushing at his very, very built chest and making your way to pick your shoes. Rolling your eyes when you hear him still follow you, a lazy smirk dazzling his lips as he struts his way to you. He opens his mouth to toss another jab at you but swallows it when the doorbell rings.

“Oh my god,” you heave, throwing the window open to look down at the guest, squealing when you recognize him from his hair, even with the 70 feet height difference. “It's him, it's him, relax y/n, it's totally norma- what’re you doing? Buzz him in!” you flail your arm around, pointing to the direction of the telecom and jogging to your room to stuff your necessities in your purse.

With a newly found sense of protectiveness -who is he kidding? He's jealous for dick’s sake- Bakugou puffs his -still very much shirtless- chest and swings the door open when your date knocks, only to come face to face with...

“Mindfuck?”

“Jesus, what are you? Fucking Houdini?” the man sputters, brushing off some imaginary lint from his shoulders before eyeing the blond facing him, a damn barrier if he ever sees one, broad shoulders allowing no peeking privileges to the purple-haired hero, so he settles for shuffling on his feet, clearing his throat once or twice.

“Told you it’s Shinsou-”

“You’re her fucking date?” Bakugou is livid, you’re going out with him? “Well, yeah, It’s pretty obvious isn’t it.” He offers a tantalizing curve of lip, that accentuates when he sees the blond seething in his spot.

“She ain't goin.” He crosses his arms, using his height as an advantage to look down on the other man, who isn’t the least bit shaken up from the threatening posture of your roommate. “Yeah?” He taunts him, shifting the bag he was holding from one hand to the other, picking up his phone, nonchalantly looking at his notifications before pretending he was shocked about him still being present. “And who are you to deny her that?”

Oblivious to their exchange of death glares, you skip your way to the two men staring each other down, fixing your hair one more time before peeking at your date from the side of Bakugou’s shoulder.

“Hitoshi! Hi!” you say breathlessly, trying your best to trick him into thinking you weren’t hyperventilating about how the date is gonna go, especially after Bakugou’s… tasteful comment.

“Hey,” he greets back, voice hoarse and leaning to the side to catch your eyes, both completely disregarding the fuming blond between you two. “Uh, got you a little something,” he instinctively grabs at the back of his neck, extending his arm out to you with the gift bag. “Oh you really didn’t have to,” you squeak timidly, yet ecstatic as you open the bag to pull out what drops Bakugou’s heart to pummel the floor.

“Ah!” you squeal, jumping in place as you spread the t-shirt, not believing the sight in front of you. “You got me the One Ok Rock shirt.'’ You leap and wrap your arm around his neck, quickly jerking back when you realize your actions. Face warming as the tint in Hitoshi’s cheeks darken, and he chuckles, scratching his cheek sheepishly. “Uh, you told me that one time, that it was your favorite so uh I got you one,” he mumbles, laughing when he thinks you didn't hear a single word he said when you didn’t reply, your eyes are sparkling at the material in your hands.

“Huh, coulda sworn they didn’t have a rip in there.” You purse your lips, and miss the venomous grin stretched across Bakugou's face at Hitoshi’s crestfallen expression.

“It’s, um, a special edition… grunge style.” He stammers, and Bakugou, almost, almost ruins his gesture, but he couldn't, not with how happy you were and frankly, he’d rather break off every bone in his body than burst the bubble you’re in. and oblivious to the buckets Hitoshi is sweating, you grin, thanking him again before running off to your room to toss it on your bed.

“Whattaya know,” Shinsou muses when he sees you retreating to your room. “The stone-hearted Dynamight doesn't wanna hurt little y/n’s feelings, how sweet.”

“Don’t push it asshole” Katsuki growls back at him, yet he's not fazed when he tassels his hair again, grinning lazily back at him, “guess I'm… winning whatever this is, huh?” Shinsou snickers, a tiny bit louder when the blond flares his nose back at him.

“Listen to me fuckface, because I ain't saying it twice. I. don't. Lose”

Both mean lean back from their stance when you approach them again, patting Bakugou’s bareback and waving him goodbye as you leave, arm wrapped around Shinsou’s.

Bakugou stops himself from slamming the door, breathing out harshly when he hears it click close, pressing the heels of his palms against his temples as the relentless pounding of his headache increases with every second.

He fetches his buzzing phone from the kitchen counter that he dropped when he went to get himself a drink, and looks at the text he received.

Kirishima: Hey, izakaya?

Katsuki: Go on without me, need rest.

You shush at your door lock when it clicks loud enough for your neighbors to hear, scared of waking bakugou up because of his light sleep. Taking your shoe off the minute you get in, padding your socks clad feet as you make it to the living room, stopping in place when you see bakugou sprawled on the sofa.

You take a minute to admire him, crossing your arms atop the cushions and resting your chin on top. Smiling to yourself when you see how calm and vulnerable he looks when he's resting, your lips quirk up when you notice how his lashes tickle the apples of his cheeks, right before eyeing how smooth his skin is, always admiring and complementing it whenever you had the chance, just because you felt like it - well, the fierce blush and ‘shut the fuck up’ are always a plus.

You blink back to reality, standing up straight and rounding the sofa, settling on the edge as you lightly shake him awake. “Hey, katsu,” you mumble, a yawn cutting you off when you try to call out his name again. “Gotta wake up, don't want you hurting your back and bitching about it tomorrow.” you giggle, leaning back when you realize how close your face is to his, vermillion eyes snapping open when you poke at his side to tickle him.

“Oi, the fuck you doin?” he rasps, and you swoon at his sleep induced voice, craving the way he sounds when he husks a good morning to you when you both have an early shift. Grunting a thanks when you hand him a mug of hot coffee the second he sits his ass on the chair.

“C’mon, you gotta sleep on the bed, your neck is all wonky,” you whine, tugging at his arm in an effort to pull him up, knowing no amount of strength of yours will budge the man. He sits up, making an effort to actually listen to you and move into the bed but something catches his eye. He stares at you, for a second, or a minute really, swallowing a few times before he parts his lips to speak, hooking his finger under your chin and lifting your head up, thumb sweeping around your lips.

“Lipstick’s all fucked up,” he whispers, and you almost miss the wince he lets out when the product is smudged on the pad of his finger. “Y-yeah,” you stammer, sight flickering from his left to his right eye when his grasp doesn't allow you to move your head away from him. “Uh, must’ve got messed up with, uh eating, you know.” you don’t know why you’re lying, maybe it's because of his broken expression, maybe it's because his eyes are watery, -granted its watery from yawning but still- maybe it's the heavy feeling of you always wanting him to think the best of you, which is why you took such an offensive about the whole putting out thing.

“You check yer lipstick every ten minutes y/n there’s no way you missed that.” it's both a deep growl and a broken whimper, and you lose your voice when you try to explain yourself, mouth gaping as words escape you.

Even if you find your voice to talk to him, he doesn’t let you, pushing at you -as lightly as he possibly could- away from him, away enough that he can’t be engulfed by your scent, the haunting vanilla that is masked by his stench. Moving swiftly away from you, you sat frozen, dreaded with no explanation behind it, only able to look back at him when he slams the door of his room shut

It's been a week since your date with Hitoshi, and from the minute he dropped you off at your apartment, you have been texting nonstop, finding it the best option to communicate, given your busy schedules. And as you try your best to hold your girlish giggles whenever he sends you something flirty, you can’t help when it escapes you once or twice, but that by itself really pushes Katsuki’s buttons.

Since the ‘fight’ you two had, it had been a bit awkward at first between you two, but you both had a morning shift two days ago and he made you breakfast, so you think this is as good as a truce is gonna get.

But now? Now, you’re just pissing him off, sprawled on your tummy on the couch, legs bent at the knee as you kick them absentmindedly, whatever pathetic attempts of holding your laughs failing as you cover your mouth, and he doesn't even need to look at your phone to know who you’re giggling at. So what does he do? Not talk about his feelings, that's for fucking sure, no he picks up the remote and proceeds to raise the volume of the tv, not even aware that the show he was watching was over thirteen minutes ago and he’s just staring mindlessly at a rerun of some cheesy rom-com.

He loves spending his weekends with you, no matter how many times he tells you how boring and pointless it is every single time, you’d still push at him, sitting him down to watch some of your favorite movies, dragging him with the intention of cooking together -which usually ends up with him kicking you out of the kitchen after fucking something up in the recipe- or even cleaning up the apartment together, a squeeze in his chest when you take the lead, dividing cleaning duty before marching up to do your part.

But now? You’re giggling on the phone with him. Making no effort to encourage Bakugou to spend time with you, not initiating any of the activities he secretly enjoys doing alongside you. And was he gonna take the initiative? Hell no.

So there you two are, silent -with the occasional giggles you let out that burn his entire body- and Katsuki’s heart all but leaps when you shuffle on the sofa, expecting you to tell him something, but god no. you turn to lay on your back, lifting up your phone to take selfies of yourself to send to the fuckass, and what were you wearing? Oh, yeah. That fucking shirt.

The blond doesn’t miss the way you shift your eyesight to him, almost to see if he's watching you and he quickly snaps his eyes back to the tv, holding his breath and waiting for you to ask him what's wrong. But you don't, you look back at your phone, lifting it higher and tilting it. Bunching the cotton material up to discreetly show some more of your skin.

Katsuki doesn't see this detail; he can't since he's too busy wallowing in his own rage. The way he lets his grasp on the remote turn to steel, hearing it crack under it, is quiet and deafening all at once. He claws so deeply into the armrest that his hand shakes violently.

It's all confusing, whatever hell he’s living in, yet he never racked his brain for a firm explanation once, because he doesn’t want to reach a hard-to-swallow conclusion. Because even thinking about it is allowing a part of him to crumble and fall.

He doesn’t wanna deal with it yet; this petty fight he has with himself every time about you, maybe even never wanting to deal with it. It's so much easier to ignore and swallow those feelings than to let them resurface and drown him whole. He doesn’t even know when he started feeling this way towards you, it happened so suddenly, one minute you were the nurse that took care of him and he wanted to do the same.

But unexpectedly, your voice started sounding more appealing, your laughs igniting a fire in his soul, and the bitter taste of coffee oh so sugar-sweet when your wishes of a good morning were whispered along with it.

The camera shutter scares you both, yet your reaction is more exaggerated when you squeal, dropping your phone on your face while the blond calms himself down, only turning his head to look at you.

“You good?”

“Y-yeah, whoops.”

A heavy silence falls on you, aside from the now overbearing loud sound of some lame perfume commercial. Both of you are shifting uncomfortably, the thought of you fucking up something as simple as taking a selfie utterly embarrassing.

After a few awkward moments, you lift your phone up, adamant to take at least one decent photo to send to your… date? No need to label things and confuse yourself, y/n. And with your undivided attention on picking the best angle and filter that best compliments you, you miss the way Bakugou shuffles on the couch, once, twice, thrice.

If you had been paying more attention to the flaming ball of rage, you would have noticed how his legs shake as he calmly -well, as calmly as he could given the circumstances he’s in- places the remote on the coffee table in front of him.

Before he springs off of the sofa like his ass is on fire, marching up to you and snatching your phone away.

“H-hey! What do you think you’re doing?” you screech, leaping to your feet and getting on the couch, taking advantage of the added height to try and grasp the phone he’s raising up above his head and failing miserably.

“Fucking, Katsuki gimme my phone!” God, your pleading sounds so fucking desperate, a string of repeated 'please' following after that claws at his heart, and it isn't because of how pathetic you sound. No, it's because you're sinking so low for him of all people. Nah, fuck that.

“Fuck off for a minute, y/n.” You scoff so loud at his audacity that his shoulder catches some of the debris. With a final attempt at retrieving your phone, you climb on his bulging back, legs wrapped tightly around his waist as you extend your arms to snatch what belongs to you, whining loud when the realization of having shorter arms than his strikes you.

And when he finally tosses it back to you, you’re both well aware of how you two are positioned. His very, very muscular naked back is pressing against your chest -braless chest, mind you- and if he focuses hard enough, he could almost feel your nipples through the shirt, and if that wasn’t already sending all his pumping blood straight to his cock, the fact that you have your legs wrapped around him, with you basically humping his back, definitely will.

Katsuki fights with himself way for way too long before shrugging you off, hearing your feet plant themselves on the ground before an agitated ‘ugh’ echoes in the room when you take a look at what he has done.

Y/N: Fuck off mindfuck she ain’t interested.

And your heart sinks to the bottomless pits of the earth.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you scream, eyes not even giving him any attention as your hands shake, trying to find any excuse to not sound that either you or your roommate are crazy. Throwing a dirty look amongst your panic when you hear him chuckle.

“What? Didn’t say shit.” He shrugs, a sick mischievous grin curling his lips, despite the bang in his chest that you’re that worried over the fuckass’s reaction to whatever he said. But he still struts over to you, leaning over your hunched form on the seat.

You’re frantically typing, something about how this is some sort of sick joke of Katsuki’s -or as you wrote very elegantly, ‘Bakushit’- and just apologizing profusely. And while Katsuki thinks that his gesture is enough for Shinsou to back off, the little gasp and breath of relief you let out prove him wrong.

Hitoshi: What was that Bakugou? I’m too busy mind fucking your cute ass roomie over here.

“Fuckin’ cunt,” he charges for your phone again, as if he has any right to, and you lock it quickly, stretching your arm back to keep it out of reach, only for him to grip your wrists together in one hand whilst the other grabbed at the phone.

“Unlock the shit,” he growls, holding the phone to your face, trying to activate the Face ID while you flail, shaking your head violently, not risking the chance of the phone to recognize your features. “What, you just gonna let’m talk about me like that?” Whatever efforts Katsuki is putting into opening your phone are suddenly thrown out the window, dropping it and using his unoccupied hand to squish your cheeks together, forcing you to look up at him. “You Shtarted it!” you growl right back at him, kicking at your legs that have started losing circulation from his weight on them.

And for a second, both of you stop resisting, your eyes widened in shock while his are looking intensely at you, blown-out pupils that swallow out the vermillion in his eyes, his lids fluttering when his sight is shifted to your pouty lips.

“Get off.” it's all a mere whisper, and Katsuki almost moans loudly at the whimper laced in it, the words sounding more of a plea rather than the demand you thought you were voicing out. “Why should I, ha?” He breathes slowly, sending a shiver down your spine when his warm breath reaches you, tickling the apple of your cheek with every word he enunciates. “You don’t want me to, don't you.” it’s nowhere near being a question, it's more of a certainty, like laying out a well-known fact, and something in you -maybe it's that little demon whore you grew to despise and love all at once- agree with him, all too eagerly.

“He, he doesn’t get to have you. No one-” you’re strangely enamored by the amount of sweat he’s producing, is it really that warm? “No one gets to have you, gets to have what's mine, alright?”

“Doesn’t fuckin matter who it is, they ain't me.” He’s making no effort to get off, and he could tell you stopped resisting long ago, noticing the way your body is slumped under his, your doe eyes looking nowhere other than directly back at his.

“No one wakes up at the crack ass of dawn with ya, no one knows how you like yer breakfast in the mornin', how that fucking acidic bitter coffee tastes like fuckin' candy when ya make it-” your brows twitch once, confused about the change of conversation. “How you always smell fuckin' amazing, how you like your hair styled a certain way based on the fuckin' day of the week like some weirdo, how you can’t for the life of ya steam your goddamn clothes and end up with one side totally fucked. How-” Why is his vision hazy? Why is he pouring his heart out now of all times? Now, when he knows you’re gonna be swept off of your feet by someone else. Like a goddamn toddler that cries about a fucking toy that he dropped hours ago, just because some other brat took it.

“How ya suck at doing the most mundane things. It's still funny to me to think you help save people’s lives.” It’s the most empty laugh that he forces out of him and you’re so sorrowful at his broken expression you can't force yourself to laugh back. “How ya helped save my life.”

It takes you long to react, something in your head not clicking when he speaks those words to you, something warm and soft yet scary all mingling together in your guts, hyper-focusing on the way his calloused fingertips press against your cheeks, digging in and pulling out a tiny wince from your lips, fully aware of the poking action happening to your abdominal, you don’t know how to feel, you don’t know what to do or say, slouched under his body with a dry throat that can’t utter a single syllable.

You blink up at him and do the first thing that comes to your mind, something you don’t think you’ll ever do, yet wouldn’t stop thinking about, something that doesn’t seem so scary now that he’s right here in front of you, so close for you to grasp,

You urge your body against his restraints, arching your back and pushing yourself up to press your lips against him, but fall back in a flop when you don't think of how much weight you’re actually trying to push against.

With a flump, your body heats up in self-consciousness, shifting your sight away from him when his eyes glint deviously, and you don’t dare question the reasoning. You’re not even given time to retaliate or even explain yourself.

Because he’s pressing his lips against you in the most ferocious kiss you ever had, all teeth crashing together in a way that's too harsh, too painful, too fierce, exactly everything you know Katsuki to be.

He’s overbearing, he’s aggressive, but he gets a little soft when you don’t push him away, when you’re not overwhelmed by the storm that is Bakugou Katsuki, the hero Dynamight, with the bad public reputation and anger issues. No, you welcome all of it, all of him, melting into his warmth and overtaken by the scent of burnt caramel that reminds you of nothing short of the comfort and safety of home.

The way you’re wrapping your arms around his neck to push him even closer to you has him groaning against your mouth, quick to force his tongue between your lips as his hips rut against your thigh. You don’t utter a single word, but every action, every movement, every effort to bring him that much closer to you speaks volumes to him.

Alas, he’s the one to pull away, teeth tugging at your lower lip, eyes lustful as he watches it bounce back into place when he lets go, a smirk all but stretches across his face when you mewl at him, surging forward to chase after him.

He’s quick to lay you down on the sofa, wedging between the meat of your thighs before he drops his weight on you, chuckling lowly at the way his body urges you to inhale a breath of fresh air, that gets caught in your throat when he dives in to sink his teeth into your neck.

“So fuckin’ eager ain'tcha?” His voice is rasped, muffled as he busies himself with sucking every inch of skin under your jaw. “All f’me, hm?” It's the way you’re claimed as his that has your head spinning, tugging at the roots of his hair as his hands squeeze the fat of your thighs, inching up and sliding under your shirt, grinning against your skin when you writhe under him.

He groans loud against your ear when his thumbs brush over the pebbled skin of your nipples, biting at your earlobe as his fingers reach to pinch at the bud. Quick to messily bunch up the material to get an eyeful of your tits. Something feral reverberating from deep within his throat when you make an effort to cross your arms against them.

“Fuck, not gonna lemme see?” He taunts, biting at the skin of your forearms, earning a low hiss before you slap at his bicep. “Hurts you fucker.” You pout, only for your lips to be pressed against his again, your wrists firmly pressed against the armrest. “Shaddap, wanna fuckin’ see you, baby.” Your body shivers on instinct, your hands flying down to tug your shirt off the minute he lets go of them, more focused on your tits as his hands trail over the supple skin, on your nipple as he leans down to bite at it, to wrap his lips around it, suckling harshly on it while his hand twists the other between his fingers, humming lowly around it when you whine and tug at the roots of his hair.

“No, no, keep it on, fuck, keep it on.” He muffles around your skin, rutting his hips against the seat before his mouth moves on to your other nipple, resulting in you whining at the sudden cold breeze hitting your wet skin. His hands travel down to your shorts, quick to make their way under the elastic and biting at your bud when his fingers press directly against your slit, not realizing you weren’t wearing any panties until his finger is covered in your slick.

“Fuck,” he pulls himself up to tug your shorts off, lowering himself and spreading your thighs, with more strength when he feels you resisting. “Prancin' around the place practically naked, ha? Just beggin' for me to fuck you dumb.'' His palms are sweaty and hot, almost uncomfortably so, even with your body several degrees warmer with the amount of desire and lust swirling inside you, evident by the glistening sheen of slick over your labia.

His fingers are sprawled against the meat of your thighs, squeezing tight as if you’re gonna slip away from between his fingers, rasping an ‘atta girl’ when you stop resisting, allowing him to fully see you, and what a fucking sight it is. “Atta fuckin’ girl, that's it.” he groans, pressing his thumb against your slit, peppering soft -as soft as he could get given his desire- kisses along your thighs and abdominal, sighing against your skin when you fully relax under his touch.

His eyes flicker between your heaving chest and your glistening folds, biting as his lip when his thumb nudges at your clit before pressing against it, moving in slow circles as you keen at his touch. “Wanna stuff this fuckin’ pussy so full,” he mutters against your thigh, breathing heavily when his words alone get your walls to clench around nothing.

All too sudden, his thumb retreats, and before you even open your mouth to utter a sound, his lips replace its place, and your mouth opens for a whole different reason. He licks, sucks, and slurps all too lewdly for your own sanity, his hand making its way to push your leg up to rest against the headrest, grinning when there’s more of you to revel in.

He's eating you out sloppily, feral as he ravishes you, the thought of ever getting sick of the way you taste is absolutely impossible to him. The way he has you jolting brings pride to him, feeding into his ego the more he notices how obedient you are to him, your leg still unmoving from where he placed it. He notices how hard he has to suck to get your voice to reach a higher octave, and abuses the fact that he got you where he wants you, a moaning mess right under him.

He prods a finger at your slit, coating itself in your slick before pushing in, the stretch from its thickness burning as your fingers run through his hair and tug, harsher the more the stretch burns. He’s moving slow, way too slow, he has you thrashing your head while still not all the way in, waiting for you to beg for more, for more of it, for more of him.

“Kats-, yes!” a needy moan escapes you when he starts pumping his single digit, his mouth breathing heavily right above your clit instead of just pressing it against the fucking-

“Yea? Ya like it?” you yelp out a few ‘yeah’s, rocking your hips up to get his mouth on your neglected nub. “Use yer words,” he murmurs, his hand pressing your hips down against the sofa, his calloused fingers curve, and your high-pitched cry is all the noise he needs to hear. “What do ya want, hmm? C'mon, tell me.”

“M-more, want more, ah, fuck!” It's all in a desperate, filthy noise, and it’s so broken it gets you exactly what you’re asking for. Katsuki pushes another finger, and the way your pussy clenches around his digits has him grinding his hips into the sofa, his angry growl vibrating against your sensitive cunt as he finally lowers his head down again to lick and suck at your neglected clit.

His calloused fingers curve again, just like the first time that had you seeing stars and beckon you to cum, while his lips suck at your swollen puffy clit. He grunts into your pussy, wanting you to release all over his fingers, his wrist, his tongue, all over him.

He finds new angles to press his fingers against you, pulling out strangled sobs and needy whines you didn't know you were capable of. And he targets them more vigorously, narrow-minded in getting you to cum and drip all over him.

He’s cruel when he toys with you, his fingers stilling when your hips jerk or your body jolts, waiting for you to settle down before continuing his ministration on you, and your body shivers as waves of heat wash over you, needy in breaking the tight knot deep within you.

You’re a mess when he looks back at you, your tits spilling out of the shirt, head thrown back with your tongue lolling out, mouth open in a drawn-out moan. He can’t stop himself from slapping your thigh, wanting you to pay attention to him as much as he’s paying it to you.

Your body jerks up in pain, pulling a hiss from your bitten lips as you drag your head forward to meet his eyes with your lustful ones. All of you, all that has become to be you, is his, all fucking his.

“C’mon princess,” he grunts against you amidst the slurping and the squelching of his pumping fingers in you, strings of your slick and his saliva keeping his lips attached to your pussy. “Wanna see you fall apart for me, cum f'me.” It’s all muffled against your cunt, your body reacts to it, either way, feeling every breath and every whisper against it. “C’mon, fuck.”

Your body is on fire, whining and crying out the faster he works against you, impatient to see you fall apart for him when you reach your climax. Your lungs burn, and you breathe in with a struggle, only for you to choke on it when your orgasm hits you so suddenly, it has your entire body shaking, a loud wail of his name the only thing you’re uttering when the knot in your abdominal breaks, and your head presses against the headrest when you gush around his relentlessly moving fingers.

He eventually starts slowing down, when your squirming gets too much for his liking, his garnet eyes glinting in delight at the sight of your spent body, working to get you to come down from your high.

And with a last strangled sob that has your tears cascading down your temples, he finally pulls them out, only for them to press against your lolled-out tongue.

“Ka-Katshu—” you choke out, needy and satisfied all at once as you wrap your lips around them when he presses further, almost getting you to gag on them when he pushes them in. and when you lick them clean does he move up to admire the mess he made of you.

His body hovers over yours, your chest pressing against his with every deep exhale you take, whimpering softly as reach up to pull his face to yours, vision clouded with unshed tears and you flutter your eyelids close when he slips his tongue between your already awaiting parted lips.

“So beautiful, so fuckin beautiful,” he whispers against your lips, dragging his lips to press kiss after kiss against your jaw as you catch your breath. “Look at you, already a fuckin mess and I still haven’t wrecked you with my cock.” You don’t register his words, so drunk on the feel of his lips against your body, both neglective of the way he’s smearing your juices against your lips at first, drowning you in your flavor before leaving a trail of it behind every kiss.

“Fuck…” Katsuki hisses when his cock makes contact with the cool air after taking his pants off, thick shaft bobbing up against his abdomen, exposing his pretty pink tip dribbling with pre.

“See what you fuckin’ do to me, baby?” He sighs, running his fingers along the apples of your cheeks, biting his lip as he looks down at you. “Yeah,” you gulp. “Like knowing that I have that effect on you.” you can’t help but stare at him, lustful eyes at the way it looks bigger than you expected -and only then do you realized that you’ve actually fantasized about it- in terms of length of course, but how thick it is has your head spinning of scenarios of you not being able to take all of him.

It doesn’t take much for him to start easing himself in you, thumb pulling at your labia to admire the way you take him in, the way you suck him in, even with you whining and whimpering about how big he is, he just couldn’t stray his eyes from the glorious sight of your cunt swallowing all of him.

“Ka- it hurts, s’big Katsu.” you cry, clawing at his back when he lowers himself, body engulfing yours when he settles atop you, holding his weight on his forearms on either side of your head. “Fuck, I know, I know, it -fuck- it’ll feel better, feel so, so fuckin’ good,” he whines against your ear, nose pressing against your cheek as he speaks, before he kisses at your temples, chuckling at your cursing when he started licking at them, using your momentary distraction to push more of his girth between your cushiony walls.

And when another sob racks your body, he shushes you gently, restraining against his better judgment to force all of him in by pressing more kisses against your face as his finger traced down to draw soft slow circles against your clit. “Shh, it’s alright, you got it, there you go, that’s it, that’s my fuckin’ girl.” he praises against your lips softly, pressing kisses against your eyelids when your brows stopped twitching in pain, your pained whimpers turning into those of pleasure.

“Mhm,” you hum aloud, fluttering your eyes open to stare at his blown-out pupils, mouth ajar in a silent moan, gasping when he pouts his lips to spit down your throat, both of you groaning loud when he bottoms out, his tip twitching against your gummy walls.

It's obvious how pussy drunk Katsuki gets because if you focus hard enough, you can see he looks even more of a mess when he’s finally balls deep in the warmth of your cunt, his feral growls and rough rasps are more whiney and desperate with every grind inside you.

Katsuki vows that your pussy is the closest thing he would ever get to meeting god, while you swear that you hear angels sing every time he fills you to the brim with his girth, both of you so intoxicated with the feeling of the other.

“Katsuki—” You call out his name in ecstasy, coming out as depraved pleads, higher and louder with every harder thrust, every deeper thrust, his hips snapping against yours and you wail when the sound of his balls smacking against the curve of your ass echo in the quiet room.

“That’s right, say my name, say my fuckin’ name.” His words are as rough as his thrusts, cursing as he sheathes in your cunt, savoring the way your walls pulsate around him every time his tip twitches inside, massaging his cock, and savoring the feeling of his size in you.

The hands that have been roaming your body are coming down to hold your hips and draw vigorous circles over your clit. “Y’wanna cum for me?” he taunts, moving slower when you don’t reply immediately, wanting to hear your voice talk to him, begging for him. “Y-yes, wanna cum, m’so fucking close.” you cry, and he takes it as an invite to rub more rapidly, snap his hips more aggressively, grunting praise after the other between his panting breath.

“Fuck, squeezing me s’good princess, you gonna cum, huh? Gonna cum on my fucking cock baby? Wanna see you make a fuckin’ mess, cum f’me baby girl”

His face contouring into an expression of pure euphoria, sinking down to swallow your cries with his mouth over yours, bodies sticking together because of the sweating. His jaw falls open when your walls clench even more around him, praises dying in his throat at the sight under him.

Him, all of him, has you falling off the edge, has you sobbing as scalding heatwaves wash over your entire body, your body shakes as your back arches, wailing when he rests his head near your ear, pushing at your body down flat against the sofa, panting and moaning softly, doing his best to keep a quick pace. Your cunt squelching with his cum makes him whine desperately, his thrusts getting a little rougher.

Now he's the one whining all pathetically, letting out soft ‘hah’s when he takes in the white film of cum coating the base of his cock. “Fuck, fuck, baby,” strained cries coming out of him, leaning down to press his lips against yours needly, begging for something to hold him down, not wanting to lose it just yet. His hands grab at the fat of your thighs, gripping the back of your knees to fold them against your chest, and you prepare yourself for the deeper thrusts that are gonna be pressing into you.

But he pulls out, so suddenly that he pulls out a loud desperate cry from you, reaching up at him when he sits back, only for him to stand back up, he pumps the thick shaft of his cock, tip fiery red with the orgasm denial. He grinds his teeth together as his eyes rake your body, hyper-focusing on the way your cunt clenches over nothing, your clit is so puffy it's driving him crazy.

But he's a man on a mission and he keeps one hand wrapped around his girth while the other fetches your phone, holding it to your drunken expression to unlock it.

Before you question his actions when he brings the phone up, the sofa dips as he sits on his knees in front of you again, he hums in thought, grabbing the base of his cock to smack his tip against your clit, chuckling when you whimper and jump.

Katsuki growls deeply behind the phone, leaning down to spit harshly against your cunt, grabbing the base of his cock and sliding the head across your hole. He trails one hand up to flick his thumb against your clit, his other hand aiming the phone closer to where you’re connected, leaning in close, easily sliding his entire length into your cunt, groaning loudly at the way you desperately clench and adjust to his size.

“Yer cunts lockin me in so tight, ya want me to fill you baby?” he groans loud, holding one leg up to get a better angle while thrusting and filming, and you’re filled with so much pleasure that you don’t even try and take your phone back from him, relishing in the way he fills you up over and over and over again.

“Gonna cum in this pussy. you're gonna let me fill this pussy up, yeah? Gonna lemme fuck it up?” he’s whining as the phone shakes in his hand, yet still determined to record the whole thing, the way your tits bounce harder with every harsh thrust, whispers of ‘atta girl’ and ‘take this cock’ are all you hear besides the constant moan slipping past your lips. His sweat is dripping down his forehead, bangs sticking to it as he pants harder and louder, his voice getting higher the closer he is to his orgasm.

“Say my name, say my fucking name,” he’s feral, his hips having a mind of their own as he rocks you against the sofa, you whine loud in pain as your head pounds against the armrest, yet the headache doesn’t matter to whats pounding into your cunt.

“Katsuki—” he doesn’t care about anything, if he even loses his hearing right after hearing you cry out his name like that, he wouldn't have it any other way. Because to him, this is all that fucking matters in the world, you milking his cock for all its worth and him panting like a bitch in heat right on top of you, claiming everything that made you into who you are, as his.

Katsuki’s head falls back as he cums, thick sticky seed coating your walls and dribbling out to coat his cock. He pants gruffly as he fucks his cum into you, thumb finding your clit to rub messy circles into it and chuckling deeply.

He throws your phone behind his back, and you hear it plop against one of the cushions as he flops atop of you, still buried to the hilt as he presses kiss after kiss against your lips, cheeks, eyes, pulling out and watching his cum drip out of you, only to scoop it out and press it right back in, leaning down to worship your entire body with praises and soft, feather-like kisses against you.

“Hey,” you whisper to him after a while, both of you cuddled up on the sofa, glistening bodies sticking together as he hides his face in your neck, traces the bruises on it with his nose, kissing your jaw and the back of your ear every few seconds.

“Hmm?” he leans away to stare at you, lids droopy as he smiles lazily at you, nuzzling his nose to yours as his hands roamed your body, squeezing at your ass before diving under your shirt to run his blunt nails against your back.

“What was the video for?” you play with his hair, the question not really needing an answer, seeing as it was in your phone and you could delete it any minute. It was really hot at the moment and he probably just did it on the spur of the moment, no harm no foul, right?

Right?

Wrong.

Because what Shinsou watches on his screen is something he never thought he would, the video playing on loop, there was so much of you and so, so much of him.

Y/N: fuckin’ my roomie, hah? well then what’s this shit for brains, ‘m balls deep inside your bitch ‘n there’s shit you can do about it

And lo and behold, what was one detail that Katsuki made sure not to miss, bunched up and dampened with sweat as your body jolted and writhed under his, that's right, the fucking t-shirt.

[liyawritesss]

ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜱᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜱᴜɴᴅʀᴇꜱꜱ || ᴍʜᴀ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ

Pairing: Adult!Various!MHA x Fem!Black!Reader

Genre: Headcanons

Synopsis: It’s sundress season, so how would these MHA Characters react to you in your sundress?

Warnings: idk yet

A/N: Can never pass up a good sundress :) some of these are totally not from my own experiences

Bakugo Katsuki

Barely lets you out the house. And if he does, he’s always with you. Trailing behind of course.

Bakugo is shameless as an adult, he’s let go of the childish concepts of embarrassment and modesty.

So if you’re wearing a sundress, one that miraculously has his hero colors in it, he’s got a hand on your ass at all times. No questions asked.

Only time he moves it is if he’s gotta pay for something (that you’ve undoubtedly used your puppy dog eyes to get) or to open the car door for you. Otherwise he will always find a way to keep his hands on you.

And if you got that mani-pedi and them toes are white….good luck sis.

Midoriya ‘Deku’ Izuku

He’s either a bashful mess who is trying desperately to keep his eyes (and hands) to himself, or just as shameless as Bakugo. There is no in between.

He genuinely loves seeing you in things that you love to wear, and if sundresses are one of them, then the way you look in them is definitely a bonus.

He already thinks green of any shade looks great on you, but that dark green is gonna get you in trouble babes. Be careful.

He has enough decency to let you walk alone, though he’s tied to your hip like a baby, but let's be honest, he’ll cup your cheeks every once in a while

He definitely does the lip bite thing. You know the one. And those hooded eyes? You may be tempting but he definitely has you fiending as well

Kirishima Eijriou

He’s honestly a mix of Bakugo and Izuku. He’s flustered by how good you look, but has absolutely no shame in letting you know the effect you have on him

Shit, he buys it for you, not understanding how big of a deal sundress season really is, until he’s subjected to it. Buys you a bunch of them, some of them even in his hero colors as well.

His favorite is the red and black tie dye one that fits snug against your body and flairs down a little at your ankles. Sometimes the fabric gets in the way so you have to bend over a little to pull it up, and he just swoons at how gorgeous you look

He’s the kind to take you out purposefully and show you off to everyone. Like yeah, that's my girl, in that sundress, in my MY colors. He’d be so proud of himself please

Definitely has yall take pictures to show off your matching outfits, and will make one of the many secret pictures he took of you his wallpaper and lockscreen for the next six months.

Kaminari Denki

The embodiment of the tiktok sound “ooh…its horny in here, you aint horny??”

This man is a whole trip, but is equally your best hype man. He’s a firm believer that black women in yellow is superior, and it just so happens to be his color, so its a double win for him

Give this man some water cuz he stay thirsty. With no shame either. (At this point none of the bakusquad have any shame tbh)

Also is one to wanna keep a hand on your ass, but is more casual and flirty with it. 

Will also crave your attention a lot more when you’re this attractive, so give the pikachu plenty of kisses and headpats and you two will be a-okay.

Hanta Sero

You wear a sundress around this man….you’re in trouble. You’ve just unlocked something dangerous in this man

Will always have his hand on you, somewhere, whether it be your ass, your thigh, your lower back - don’t expect it to leave your contact at all

Similar to Izuku, he’s got those hooded eyes that won’t stop looking at you, with that enticing lip bite, but for Sero its on purpose. He wants you to feel exactly like how he’s feeling seeing you like this

Sero absolutely worships you, tells you how beautiful you look at every opportunity he can get, kissing you, wrapping his arms around you even if you’re in public. 

But the moment you get home, you are over his shoulder and he’s making a beeline to the bedroom, ignoring your shrieks and giggles and protests to let you down.

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[siopaoface]

HANTA SERO SOFT BOYFRIEND! HEADCANONS

content warning: i am admiring his character so lemme just boop boop ♡

soft boyfriend who had a very very obvious crush on you

literally whatever you do makes him blush

lock eyes with him and slowly grin or smile smugly at his direction

he's a blushing mess

"dude, get yourself together!!!"

"they're so pretty! why aren't we together?! what do i need to sacrifice in order to be with them?"

gomez and morticia addams dynamics

HE'S A ROMANTIC AT HEART

"sero, how'd you bag a baddie?"

"look dude, i didn't bag them. they picked me and said that they want me."

dancing flamenco with him was always exciting and fun

it makes you both giggle and sweat like crazy that other people in UA wants to join the both of you when they see y'all

serenades you with the bakusquad every month

bakugou was reluctant but wants to be there

"dude, they're already your partner. why are you doing this?"

"bakugou, love is a fickle emotion. a person can change their feelings towards you in a snap of fingers. i am serenading them not out of obligation but because, i want to. don't you think so, kirishima?"

"bRO THIS IS LIKE THE MANLIEST THING TO DO. I LOVE IT."

friday nights are for KARAOKE!!!

belting out high notes that either ends with unbelievable scores or sore throat

matching nail colors!!!!

give him a bracelet and he'll wear it

loves it when you put hand cream and massage his fingers up to his forearms

prefers the light scented hand cream

whenever you wear perfume he would memorize it

"are you wearing a new perfume?"

"yes! you noticed it?"

"it smells good! i like it!"

definitely notices the small details about you

midnight convenience store runs

is very very supportive of your decisions

"sero, don't you get insecure sometimes because they made the first move?"

"there's nothing wrong with that. my partner is straightforward and i like that about them. if i did the first move, it would take years for me to even approach them. i love their confidence. so much. they even asked me if i got what it takes to be their boyfriend."

"what was your answer?"

"i can be their boyfriend, i just need to be more confident in myself."

"hanta, you're the best boyfriend I could ever have."

nap dates

chill dates where you both watch buzzfeed unsolved and try to come up with your own theories

you don't

since y'all get absorbed with the case and forget to jot down important details

i headcanon him listening to theweeknd, bruno mars and day6

has a wide music taste

he definitely tells you when he gets insecure in your relationship

he may look like a goofball but he definitely gets teary eyed when he opens up to you

"sero, babe, hey, hey, look at me. do i look like someone who will pick a person who can't be on par with me? i like you because you're also straightforward in your own way, you notice small details that can be ignored, you're attentive and you know how to have fun. your looks are a bon-"

"hEY!!!"

"as i was saying, your looks are a bonus but, i like you. very much. i chose you because i want you and i need you to be there in every little milestone we'll achieve. don't mind them. do i look like i give a care about them?"

kiss him in the forehead

please, he'll be sobbing

definitely orders 2 hoodies of the same design because he caught you "borrowing" some of his favorites

you also give him some of your cologne and perfumes so, it's a fair trade

hanta sero definitely gives off gomez addams vibes

you love him