#bakugou x kirishima x reader

[gethexxed]

bodyguard! kirishima, bakugou, and sero, now in their mid twenties tall, lean, big, strong men. trained in fighting & numerous weapon use, for years they trained to be the perfect protectors for you, hired by ur yakuza! father to never leave ur side, the world was dangerous as you know. especially now that your clan is doing business with the todoroki’s, their future clan head shoto was to be your future husband once you graduated college and got time to be a “normal girl” in your words, a lame and desperate attempt to unite the two strongest clans of the time.

but luckily for you your guards are always there for you to keep your mind off the inevitable. tasked with ensuring your safety and fun that you requested before you are to be a yakuza! wife. they are funny, smart and handsome men, they treat you very well and are always respectful. you have a very playful relationship with them, they just love their spoiled little baby, used to getting everything you want and they aren’t the exception, surprising you with gifts & always cooing at you & singing their praises when you ask how you look. they are your closets friends after all, you’d known them a long time. since they were brought here by their clans as the strongest fighters, when they were only 12.

secretly they pine after you, always wanting to make their moves but never letting it go that far, just light flirting, anything to make you laugh. as teens it was hard to keep their eyes off you with their hormones raging but now as a adults they only steal those same glances when they are sure you aren’t watching, but all three of them know how eachother feel about you but keep it from you since they couldn’t ever act on it.

they take your protection as their top priority, even going as far as going undercover at your college, becoming friends with your friends, each of them taking some of your classes, (paid for by your father of course since he looks at them like sons), but suddenly u start asking for space claiming to need alone time, more time with your girlfriends and less testosterone, of course they are never far from you but still trying to respect your wishes as the last thing they want to do is upset you. then after busting them for still stalking you (which they can’t help they have to do what your father says, he signs their checks, also they’d never let you out of their sight anyway.) and they beg for your forgiveness saying “we just want to keep you safe angel”, “it would break our hearts if something happened to you”, “we have to do our jobs, and our only priority is to keep you safe, keeping you happy is just our hobby”, you continued to pout but eventually forgave them and things would returned to normal as they always did when you got into arguments, i mean after all you love your guards:

kiri is your big sweetheart always carrying your shopping bags and telling you what heels he loves on you, “i’m almost as tall as you in these kiri” you’d do a small spin & giggle, while he sits in the amusingly small chair outside the dressing room, he’d smirk at you standing to his full height, making eye contact with you through the full length mirror, still a good 6 inches clearing over your head even in the tall beautiful shoes, craning his neck down close to your ear and raising an eyebrow to you he’d whisper “i don’t think you’re even close”, his large hands resting on each side of your ribcage making you feel small, it’d force your face to turn red thinking about how easily it would be for him to toss you around… you to push him playfully but scurry back into the changing room quickly to get away from the blush that creeps down your neck.

then there’s sero, always quick to compliment you and never shy about who he does it around. even mumbling “good m’rning beautiful” around your father without fear. a boy comes up to you on campus to talk to you, and without a second thought sero’s standing extremely close to you with his lazy smile & much more intense eyes sizing up this guy who had the balls to come up and say something with him right there, “could i get your number?” he’d ask and you’d start to blush he was awfully cute anyway, before your mouth could open sero would simply say no & tell the guy to move on, when you would protest stomping your foot and frustrated that sero would scare off- yet again- another cute guy, “you need a man mami, not some little boy. you’re a top tier woman you only deserve the best of the best…. besides…-“ he’d wrap his slender fingers around your wrist and use his other hand to force your chin to look up at him, “you’re supposed to be shoto’s so i know you’re not looking for a relationship, so what exactly are you looking for hmm? does my pretty girl have naughty thoughts?” he’d wiggle his eyebrows playfully at you, which would cause you to stutter out a no, and that it wasn’t his business in the first place but ur heart would be slamming in your chest at the thought of sero tending to your now obvious naughty thoughts.

or bakugo the most strict guard, always keeping you on lockdown and ensuring he knows every person you’re going to hangout with (and who their friends are), forces you to keep a shared calendar of all your plans, he ensures that you have life 360 downloaded to your cellphone so he can find your exact location at anytime and is always insisting he will drop you off and pick you up anywhere you want to go. “you’re just too hot to drive. that’s how it works, hot girls dont drive themselves and i’d never let you take a taxi” he’d make a disgusted face, and shake his head. so it definitely feels awkward for you when he unknowingly is dropping you off to hangout with the cute guy from lab, you see him standing on the corner waiting for you even tho you told him to wait inside, though normally this would be such a sweet gesture you just knew what this meant now, katsuki’s memory was impeccable he’d remember the boy without a doubt, your lab partners messy purple hair and sleepy eyes still searching for you, cursing to yourself you lean your head back to the seat rest and close your eyes waiting for what you know is to come “oh hell no, there’s no fucking chance you are seeing this loser”, he would gawk at you, you’d just roll your eyes and reach for the door handle when he’d hit the lock button and turn himself fully to look at you expectantly, you’d shrug and reply with he’s nice and you were bored and bakugo would shake his head “uh uh, we’re going somewhere else, i’ll call sero and kiri to meet us, if you’re just bored and want a date to just have a date, we’ll go wherever you wanna go” you’d whine to him that you couldn’t do the things you want to do with your guards and he’d have red blush dust the tips of his ears at your confession, before he would lean into your space so that you could smell his cologne and see his muscular chest and arms ripple under his shirt, him being so close to you would intoxicate you, as he was your first ever crush. his lips would be so close and you could feel his rough finger tips brush over the top of your left thigh, “i can do whatever you need me to do” he’d speak in a lower tone, as if he didn’t want anyone to hear him even though it’s just the two of you. his deep voice would send your stomach in knots, his eye contact was intense, and he’d let his eyes flicker to your soft glossed lips, you’d finally cave after years of wanting to know what he was capable of, letting one of your hands drift to one side of his jaw where you could feel the light stubble on his chin with your thumb, the other hand wrapping in the longer bits of hair at the nape of his neck, almost brushing your lips to his before his cell phone rings, making both of you jolt. he’d reach into his pocket and snap at presumably kiri or sero, which would make you giggle even though you’re entire body is on fire, and you’d much rather skip the date part and just go home to get relief from the pit in your stomach, he’d tell you to shut up and ask where they should meet the two of you. deciding to just go for desert and drinks.

but then you do the unthinkable, and start sneakin around with the worst men possible. shoto todoroki’s bodyguards more specifically: hawks & dabi. they send you less than innocent looks every time their around, teasing you with sweet nothings & filthy lines you’re sure they’ve told other girls before, but you can’t help it. even though there’s a deal in place you can’t help but melt for the older smooth talking yakuza members.

you bribe poor sweet big kiri, with a bright smile & a low cut top to leave his position outside your bedroom door to get you some sweets, so you could sneak hawks & dabi in. only minutes later to have yourself laid flat on your bed with kiego’s tongue buried between your thighs & touya’s sloppy kisses on your mouth. tugging on kiego’s messy locks as he devours you, you cry out their names. touya’s hand flies to your mouth, gripping your chin tightly and he whispers roughly in your ear “awe see doll we told you those in confidence, you have to keep your pretty fucking mouth shut,” he’d unbuckle his pants and have you take his full length as punishment for forgetting the importantance of their anominity. they make it fast considering they have a meeting to go too with your father their actual reason for the visit but they just can’t resist meeting up again with the sexy yakuza daughter and soon to be yakuza wife, so they hurry making you cum hard & fast, before fixing themselves to be presentable, dabi taking your white panties in his pocket since he didn’t get time to “fuck you properly” hawks begins to whine while he kisses you “i did all the work, cmon i deserve em” he’d pout while holding your hips tightly, kissing you lightly again, “right baby? those are my reward for making you feel so good” he’d pout, you put both your hands up, “i am not getting in between dabi and my panties, your on your own hawks.” laughing to yourself, he’d frown at you before kissing below your ear and sucking “i hate when you call me that, i’d much rather be your kiego.” your heart strings would tug, despite telling yourself you would not catch feelings for these two, the more time you spend with them the more you just can’t help it. giving you sweet kisses and a harsh ass grab from dabi, they slip out of your room and down the hallway to the staircase in hopes of not running into your guards or worse your father.

fooling your father was one thing, with age his senses had dulled, but it was much harder to fool your guards. who burn holes through hawks and dabi sitting across the room from them sipping whiskey offered to them by the two yakuza! bosses who were in deep discussion over some territory to the east. their smug faces were easy to read, as if they were in on a secret nobody else was, well that and a very pretty but familiar lipstick shade mark on hawks collar bone tucked under his white buttoned up with rolled up sleeves and his more than usual messy hair. bakugo is very perceptive, he can almost smell the faint aroma of sex, it definitely doesn’t help their case that they had an awkward run in with kirishima on your floor either, on their way down to the meeting with no good reason for why they were on the same floor as your room, shrugging and explaining they must have gotten lost, despite visiting the manor over 30 times at this point.

sero’s eyes burned holes into dabi’s pocket seeing just the small tuft of white lace peeking out. they same white panties he noticed this morning during your yoga session, he was once grateful to see them, tho now he was incredibly pissed off to see them again. they know what has happened, those fucks touched what was theirs. luckily for dabi and hawks they don’t want to be given away either for your father would surely have all of their heads, but the second they were alone with them they’d wipe the smirks off their faces. to make sure the pair knew to stay away form what was theres.

your guards would make sure to apologize on their knees infront of you, they thought they were already fulfilling all your needs, in every aspect and felt like failures you had to use other men to get satisfaction when they were right here for you. “use us for what you need princess, you don’t need anyone else”, your mind would feel clouded surrounded by your handsome friends, “please baby… tell us what you need, we’ll give you whatever you want” with light kisses to your neck from sero and thick posessive hands on your hips from katsuki, “cmon honey, don’t you wanna feel good?” kiri would peer up at you through his lashes, his handsome face with also the sight of the hunk of a man on his knees for you using his big hands to run up your thighs, using his thumbs to push your skirt up while kissing your knee.

“fuck.” you’d mumble to yourself, there’s no way you could give in….. right?

[bloodywings]

night remedy

CW/TW!!!: self-doubt, feeling undeserving, I think this counts as anxiety, reader has a breakdown, hurt/comfort, deprecating thoughts. kiribaku x reader, bakugou doesn't talk too much, low-key semi-deaf bakugou, takes place in the future

2.7k words

Gender Neutral, plus size and POC friendly!!

I think that's all! please let me know if i missed anything!!

a/n: I started this in September while I was having a breakdown lmao

anyway, thanks for clicking! enjoy!

“2:25” the red numbers of the alarm clock in front of you read. It was becoming too late to sleep by the second. But sleeping was the last thing you could do.

The room was almost silent. The definition of white noise was blaring throughout the room you were in. The soft blow of a fan that was practically always on. The rustling of a plastic bag, barely blowing in the soft wind the fan let off. And two soft sets of breathing. Your lovers lay next to you, Eijirou on the opposite side of you, and Katsuki in the middle.

This became a regular thing within a few months of the start of your relationship with them. A small disagreement ensued. Bakugou had been upset because he rarely got to sleep in the middle. You and Kirishima had both assumed that he wouldn’t have wanted to be. His quirk made him hot very easily, so two sets of body heat didn’t seem comfortable. That’s what the two of you thought anyway.

Turns out the blonde doesn’t like when decisions are made for him.

He had begun thinking that the two of you loved each other more than him. And he snapped one day. Only to be extremely flustered when he realized the truth of the situation.

You and Eijirou still tease him about it every once in a while.

Usually, the memory made you smile. But the weight in your heart made it practically impossible to do so.

A soft stirring from your blonde lover snapped you out of your trance. His arm is placed in a different place around your torso, attempting to get comfortable and stay sleeping. His stirring caused the red-head attached to him to stir a bit as well. but still, both remained sleeping.

The blonde’s breathing was the most prominent of the two. Blowing directly in your ear. But Kirishima might as well have been next to you anyway. His soft snores filled the room, usually, it was like music to your ears.

Usually? Yes, those soft snores have lulled you to sleep on many occasions. Now? You couldn’t focus on the soft breathing of your boyfriend if you wanted to. The dark thoughts were the thing keeping you awake. You took another glance at the clock, “2:41” the red numbers blared at you.

At that moment, you wished that the red hue would swallow you whole. Practically begging for it to take you somewhere where your head was empty, not a single thought. And the only thing surrounding you was the love of the two boys laying in your bed.

“y’know, one day they’re going to get rid of you?” the voice in your head whispered. The same one that had been torturing you for the past few hours. “one day they’re going to realize that you are of no use to them, and then they’ll leave you.” “Shut up” you inwardly groaned. “you’re only saying that because I’m right, they’re going to go off and be happy, without you”

Logically, you knew they loved you. They wouldn’t be with you if they didn’t. But your brain couldn’t help but scream about how worthless you were. How they would be better off with just themselves. Or maybe even a different third person.

Someone that's not you.

You could feel tears well up in your eyes at the thought. But crying was not a good idea right now. The heaving of your chest might wake up your explosive lover lying peacefully beside you.

So you pulled the blonde’s arm from around you slowly, so as to not wake him. You succeeded, walking slowly to the door. Just trying to go to the living room of your shared apartment to cry, and then come back up as if nothing happened.

But just as you opened the door a groggy voice called out to you. “Where you goin’?” the grouchy blonde questioned. He’d probably woken up from the lack of body heat at his right side. “See, you ruin everything for them, they can’t even get a peaceful night of sleep ‘cause you're a crybaby” the voice taunted.

“I’m just gonna go and get some water,” you responded softly, turning around. whispering as not to wake your other boyfriend sleeping peacefully. “Sorry to wake you,” you mumbled. Katsuki sat up a bit, only to lay back down when the red-head let out a whine. His red eyes were piercing you, they almost made you want to break down.

“m’kay, don’t take too long,” he grumbled, snuggling himself back into the chest of his boyfriend. Which the red-head gladly accepted, wrapping his arms snugly around the blonde.

With that, you made your way to the living room. A place where amazing memories were made, it should have made you happy, but you couldn’t help but feel downhearted.

As you glanced around the room, the standard flatscreen tv caught your eye. It was one of the two that the three of you had to buy.

Memories flooded from when you got the first one. Katsuki had tried to mount the first one himself. Insisting, “You think those extras could do better than me?” And he did it, the TV even held well. He’d even boasted about it, claiming “you idiots should stop doubting me.”

Bakugou ended up eating his words two days later

You had all arrived home at around the same time. Just happy for the day to be over, the gruesome hero work had taken a toll on the three of you.

Only to walk in and see the TV laying on the ground, face first. The screen completely shattered. Your explosive lover expected you and Eijirou to be angry at him. But the two of you were too busy laughing your asses off to scold him for it.

you looked around at the rest of your living room. There were a total of two couches in your living room. One three-seater, and a loveseat. Polaroids strung on the wall brought more tears to your eyes. The pictures varied from the first date you had to the most recent. Each one was dated with Eijirou’s sloppy handwriting.

The very first one was when Kirishima had finally broken down during your second year and spilled his feelings for you two. And you and Katsuki both accepted.

The three of you went on a date to the fair. And Eijirou was so excited, he hadn’t been to one since he was a kid. He was practically bouncing on the train ride there. And he dragged Katsuki and you all around the fairground. Winning prizes for the two of you left and right. From stuffed animals to keychains to a fish that he had won for you.

He wanted to win another for Katsuki, but the blonde claimed “I don’t want some stupid fish that’s gonna die in three days” He scrunched his nose up in annoyance and disgust while declining the red-head's offer. Instead, Eijirou won his boyfriend a large fish plushie, as a replacement for the fish he had won earlier for you.

While your explosive lover claimed to hate it, the stuffed fish sits up at the top of your shared closet.

The most recent one was for your 7th anniversary, it was Katsuki’s turn to plan a date. And he chose to cook and take the two of you to a cliff. Fairy lights were strung on the trees, and a large tent to fit the three of you. Simple, but so thought out. He had brought you two there with just enough time to see the sunset. And then you spent the night in the forest, escaping the city life for just a night.

Those memories are what broke you, they had made you feel so loved and yet you felt as if you didn’t appreciate it. “Do you see what I mean? you don’t even have any faith that they do love you” the voice returned, mocking the thoughts it had implanted into your head.

You found yourself sitting on the three-seater, leaning over, and softly crying into your own hands. Your thoughts running a million miles a minute. You could hardly make them out.

Over and over.

But they all seemed to agree on one thing.

That you were worthless

Every piece of sadness came down on you in waves, from feeling undeserving of their love, to now feeling guilty because they’ve done so much for you, and you still don’t have anything faith in them.

But, nonetheless, you didn’t break down, just small, silent tears, with even softer sniffles.

Though you knew it was unlikely, you didn’t want any chance of either of your lovers catching you in such a vulnerable state.

But little did you know Katsuki had woken back up, realizing you weren't back from the kitchen, and had gotten up to check on you. And much like Katsuki, the lack of body heat had woken up the sleeping giant that lay next to him.

The blonde told his boyfriend to go back to sleep, but his boyfriend refused, mumbling something along the lines of “it's too cold without you.” Or at least that's what Katsuki thought he heard. Ejirou had a habit of speaking the intelligible language when he was half asleep.

The two tired men made their way through the house, with the red-headed giant stumbling the whole way there.

Out on a mission, you lovers made their way down the stairs, passed the front door, through the kitchen, and out to where you sat, with your face in your hands

“Sweetheart?” a tired voice slurred out. You lifted your head from your hands, and through your blurry vision, you see both Eijirou and Katsuki standing in the doorway. Both of them still rubbing the sleep from their vision. The red-head was the one that called out to you.

“What are you doing out here?” Katsuki asked, making his way to you with the sleepy giant not too far behind him. As you looked up at them, Katsuki noticed your cheeks glistening in the soft moonlight that came in through the window.

“Were you crying?” Katsuki questioned. His question caused the red-head's eyes to widen slightly, fully awake and alert after hearing the word ‘crying’’. Eijirou looked at your face, noticing your wet face in the same fashion your blonde lover did.

“Why are you sitting down here, crying to yourself?” Katsuki interrogated, and while you knew that there was no malice behind his question. But you couldn’t help but flinch at his rough tone, you knew he wasn’t actually agitated with you, but his tone of voice was not helping the thoughts screaming in your head right now.

Eijirou nudged the blonde, silently telling him to shut up.

“What Katsuki means is, what's the matter sweets?” the red-haired male queried. kneeling down in front of you. And at that moment, everything came crashing down on you. Your poisonous thoughts, the lack of sleep, the guilt, all of it came crashing on you.

And before you could blink, a racking sob emitted from your chest, which caused both boys to immediately panic. More and more sobs flowed from you like a messy symphony, and to the ears of your lovers, it was like listening to nails on a chalkboard. Just the sound alone was enough for adrenaline to pump through their veins in panic.

“Hey, hey look at me, ____.” Eijirou pleaded. His heart was hammering in his chest. He’d comforted people before, but this was different, he was afraid you weren’t breathing enough with how hard you were crying. But you couldn’t obey his command, you were way too embarrassed to even think of showing your face. After realizing this, your red-headed lover asked “Is it okay if I hold you?” The small nod you gave was enough for Eijirou to pull you into his arms quickly, whispering soft “its okay”-s and “we’ve got you”-s over and over.

You could feel how hard his heart was beating and it only made you feel worse.

Meanwhile, Katsuki was no better, he sat silently, a hand rubbing circles on your back. He didn’t want to say anything that could possibly make the situation worse. He knew his attitude was harsh, and he knew he had a reputation for saying the wrong thing in situations like these. If anyone had walked in on the scene, they would think he doesn’t care. But lord knows he cares a lot, maybe even more than Eijirou, his palms were sweating, and he could feel his heart hammering in his chest, almost as if it was trying to jump out of his rib cage.

It felt like forever until your sobs slowed down to small coughs and shaky breathing. Now that you were done crying, the situation began to dawn on you. You had woken up your partners in the middle of the night because you were doubting yourself. Sadness began to fade over into embarrassment. You hoped they could just drop this, and you’d go to bed.

But unfortunately, Kirishima was the first to break the silence. “baby? you okay?” he questioned with a strong amount of hesitation. He didn’t want to cause you to break down again. “yeah, ‘m fine” you sniffled softly, snuggling further into the chest of your red-headed lover, attempting to hide from everything that had happened.

Kirishima only hummed as an acknowledgment, trying to find the words to help you. But before the words could make their way into his chest, he heard a soft mumble from you. A very muffled and almost unintelligible, “M’sorry” fell from your lips. It was so soft that Katsuki hadn’t even heard it, which was good for you, he probably would have had your head on a pike for apologizing for something like this.

“There's nothing to be sorry for baby, nothing at all,” Ejirou whispered, one of his hands coming up from your waist to rest on the back of your neck. Rubbing small, comforting, shapes into your skin with his thumb. “like I said, we’ve got you.” your boyfriend reassured, with all of the love he could muster.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Katsuki mumbled into the crease of your neck, where his head had been sitting for a while. A small, “not really” fell from your lips before you could really think about the question.

All you knew was that the thought of speaking about your feelings was enough to make that small knot come to the back of your throat. making it borderline impossible to hold the small tears that welled in your eyes. you blinked, attempting to make them go away, but instead the small droplets were soaked up by Eijriou’s shirt.

After a small amount of silence, your red-headed partner suggested you all go back to bed. As the three of you walked back to your bedroom, well more like your two lovers, Kirishima refused to let you walk, he carried you through the kitchen, into the front doorway, and up the stairs, with Bakugou following not too far behind.

As you entered your shared bedroom, which had grown cold due to the fan being on high speed, you began to feel sleepy. you were fighting your closing eyelids when your lover placed you in the middle of your soft mattress. both men coming to lay on either side of you.

And when their arms wrapped around you, smothering you in between them, you couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort. almost as if the love they had was wrapping itself around you, but not in a suffocating way, it had just enough pressure to let you know how much they care for you.

While the love of your boyfriends couldn’t make all your problems go away, it could get you through the night. and that alone made the future seem a little brighter.

A/n: Hii, so how was it? Please let me know in the comments! If you have any ways I can improve as a writer please let me know! (remember there is a difference between constructive criticism and being rude)

Notes and reblogs are appreciated

I hope you're having a good day! And if not, I hope tomorrow is better! bye darlings <3

[simp2537]

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

A/n : We finally start the series 😁. We get to see class 1-A. And Alice!reader being a daddies girl.

Word Count : 1,595

Trigger Warnings: Gore, Blood, Horror, Cursing, Child Abuse, Human experiments, Child abandonment, Angst, Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, Insomnia, etc

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕹𝖎𝖓𝖊

The screens of the teachers observation room played with different future students battling against the testing bots. Next to Aizawa, Y/n sat on the ground slumping on her noddles as she watched her future classmates.

“Who’s that one?” Y/n mumble her mouth full of noodles. Aizawa tired eyes moved to the screen she pointed her perfectly manicured finger. 

“Izuku Midoryia.”He mumbled as he sipped in the latte his daughter brought. She hummed softly as she watched the green haired boy battle around the bots. She’d seen him somewhere she just wasn’t sure where. 

Maybe in passing when she was out of maybe… wait he was the boy with the sludge monster. Her gaze moved to another screen where a raging blonde was, destroying everything in his path. He was the sludge boy too. 

Y/n had watched the fight at home when she was studying with Hizashi. The blondes explosiveness made her giggle softly. He jumped around blasting every bit that moved. 

“Remind me again N/n why don’t you go spend time with Todoroki?” Hizashi asked as he sipped the peach tea Y/n brought him from her favorite shop. 

“Cause I wanna see the kids who’ll be in my class. Other me and Shoto.” Her uncle nodded his head as he pet her hair. Her eyes trailed on all screens with a smile. All these kids were talented, some more than others. None of them were in her level other than maybe a few.

“Scoping out the completion early huh?” She gently shock her head as she sipped on her matcha. 

“Not really, I’m just curious.” Her eyes trailed back into the screen as she happily ate her food. All the teacher around her sipped on the drinks that Y/n brought them as they watched the students taking notes. 

Aizawa studied his daughter for a moment. Her eyes trailed over some of the examines. It was obvious to him that she saw potential in them. She was always able to determine one’s abilities to say. 

Perhaps it was a a side effect of her childhood before him. A childhood he had limited knowledge over. To this day Y/n don’t hold many close to her heart. She was emotionally unstable sometimes, swapping between joy and rage often.

If not rage than she merely had this dazed out look on her face. Like she was in a different world, maybe this world was the different one for her. She seemed so out of place when she was here. New things still excited her.

Her newest obsession was getting her nails done. He didn’t mind that though, he liked the way she would bounce over to him showing off the gems and girly colors on her nails. 

As he studied her, he knew she was studying her future classmates. She would analyze them till there was nothing left. She did it to Todoroki, and he was always changing. 

He sighed softly as he looked back at the green haired boy.

………………………..

Y/n stared down the large door to her new class. Class 1-A, what kind of students needed this big a door. She pushed the door open as she pulled her skirt down slightly. 

It was kinda cute, if only it was in a different color. All the other students turned to her, immediately stopping their argument. 

“If you’re just here to make friends then you can pack up your stuff right now.” Aizawa’s voice came from behind her. The green haired boy gasped as the pretty brunette and blue haired boy turned to fully look at them. 

On the ground in his yellow sleeping bag her dad laid on the floor. She giggled softly as she moved through the trio. She listened as he scolded the trio. Quickly finding an empty sit behind the blonde boy she watched turn the exam. 

“You were late Y/n.” Aizawa uttered. The rest of the class turned to the girl who was popping a candy in her mouth. 

“My feet were in the class before yours, if anything you’re late.” She muttered. The class whipped their heads around between their teacher and their peer.

Aizawa sighed softly as he reached into his yellow sleeping bag. 

“Right let’s get to it. Put these in and head outside.” Aizawa pulled their gym uniforms out. One after the other her classmates grabbed their uniforms Y/n lingered behind. 

She took her uniform from her dad a smile on her face. She liked the way her classmates looked. She recognized a few of them. 

“Go Y/n, make some new friends.” She gave her dad a tiny smile as she skipped away towards the locker room.

………………………..

“What? A quirk assessment test?”

Y/n sat on the ground next to Shoto while drawing in the dirt. She lazily drew small pictures with her nail, not worried about the dirt.

“But orientation! We’re gonna miss it!” The pretty brunette said. Y/n rested her head on her other hand. 

I think her name is Uraraka. 

“If you really wanna make the big leagues, you can’t waste time on pointless ceremonies.” Aizawa spoke. Y/n nodded her head softly. She’d been watching the first year ceremony since she was eight, it was a huge bore.

The students around her gasped, Y/n yawned. As Aizawa continued his lecture Y/n grab onto her h/t hair, playing with a lock of it. 

I wonder what Hatter is doing? Is he having a tea party? I want tea, and cakes. Oh and those muffins that March Hare would make. They always had this pink frosting that tasted like berries on it.

“Bakugo, you managed to get the most points in the entrance exam. What was your farthest throw with a softball when you were in junior high?“ Aizawa asked cutting of her thoughts. 

She huffed softly as the angry explosion boy from the exam answered. She stared at him, a small smile. He looked like a Pomeranian.

“Sixty-seven meters, I think.” He answered. Y/n kept her gaze on him, she liked his voice. It wasn’t tired and scratchy like her dad’s. Or cold and smooth like Shoto’s. It was deep and kinda rough.

She watched him as Aizawa made him stand in the throwing circle. She watched him roll his shoulders slightly. 

“DIE!” The ball when shooting into the sky with Bakugo’s explosive power. Her eyes widened and she cast her gaze up at her popsicle friend. He gave her a slight nod and she returned her gaze to the blonde. 

The Queen of Hearts would like him.

“All of you need to know your maximum capabilities. It’s the most rational way of figuring out your potential as a pro hero.” Aizawa clicked his device showing off how far Bakugo’s ball had gone. 705.2 meters.

Everyone stared in awe and the Pikachu boy spoke up. “705 meters, are you kidding me?”  As her classmates all began to get excited Y/n popped a Carmel in her mouth.

She’d never really taken these kinds of test before. Aizawa had his daughter retain strength and endurance of course. Morning runs and Sunday nights lifts were a part of there routine.

Eight physical tests, last place meant expulsion. It didn’t worry Y/n. Her dad would never expel her even if she would get last place. 

Being everyone else must suck

…………..

A four tests were already done and Y/n smiled softly to herself as she sipped on her juice. She’d done pretty well for herself, not that she was worried. She was Y/n Aizawa of course she was doing good. 

Everyone was staring at her though. She wasn’t sure why. It’s not like she thought she stood out much. She wasn’t all the pretty.

𝐸𝓍𝒸𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝑒! 𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓈! 𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓃 𝒜𝐿𝐼𝒞𝐸!

Sorry, didn’t mean to be mean to myself

𝐼’𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃!

Y/n shuffles to Aizawa’s side, a small pout in her face.

“They’re all staring at me.” She mumbled softly. Aizawa gave his a softly look as he too had noticed all his students.

“Do you not like it?” She shrugged her eyes down cast. 

“I dunno.” Aizawa sighed softly as he motioned to his students. 

“Talk to a few of them, maybe they’ll stop staring.” Y/n left his side, not giving much indication of what she was feeling. 

She looked around, she didn’t want to talk to them. What if they don’t like her. Slowly she approached a pink haired girl. Her hair was fluffy. She pat the girls shoulders. She turned around, stopping her conversation with a few other girls.

“I like your hair.” She uttered. The pink girl laughed.

“Thanks.?”

“It’s like cotton candy.” The pink girl froze. She stared at Y/n differently. She stared at Y/n’s large and doe like eyes. Her full and pretty lips. Her smooth clear s/c skin that seemed to shine softly. She even smelt good, just like sugar.

“Well aren’t you a cutie! I’m Mina Ashido!” Y/n smiled softly as she looked over at Uraraka throw her ball. The two girls who she now knew as Mina (who insisted on being call by her first name) and the pretty raven head Momo Yaoyorozu. 

“Thank you.” She squeaked softly. The two girls went wide eyed as they stared at her. Y/n curled her nose as she watched Aizawa stop Midoryia. 

The rest of the class looked over at her as she rubbed her eyes and yawned sitting in the floor.

So cute!

Y/n rolled her eyes as she watched Aizawa scold the broccoli looking boy. It’s gonna be a long first day.

[gardenofnoah]

cw: MDNI, smut, reader referred to as “her” and a girl once, voyerism, katsuki has a complex (this was a random fantasy that hit me as i was walking down the sidewalk yesterday idk)

“look at me.”

it’s unnecessary, of course, because you can’t see anything but katsuki. broad and hunched over you—you feel like prey. neither hunted, nor caught—you go to bed with the lion willingly.

he keeps his eyes on you when he moves. hips pushing forward only slightly—he drags it out, expression only hungry and eager to see you fall apart as he breaks you open. you whimper, eyelids fluttering and still trying your best to listen, to be good—after all, it’s the whole point of this.

katsuki doesn’t like to share. it was never shocking to you and you’d never thought to push back against his protectiveness—the feeling was mutual. you also weren’t oblivious—the crush eijiro had on you was palpably felt by each of you, with the expectation that it would never be acted upon. it was only after a night spent huddled together, drunk and emboldened by it in the secluded back booth of the bar, that you found out something new about katsuki that did shock you.

katsuki doesn’t like to share, but he doesn’t mind being watched.

katsuki had pulled you into his lap right there in the booth—in front of eijiro—cooing into your ear, alcohol-tinged breath fanning across your skin just to make you shiver. something about show ei how pretty you are for me. you hid your face in his neck and felt how his fingers had bunched up the denim at your waist, pulling up—the fat of your ass spilling out of your shorts in direct view of the redhead across from you. fate had sealed itself when katsuki had run a finger down the seam of your shorts and all three of you groaned.

that in itself should’ve never come as a surprise to you, given the man’s explosive and often attention-seeking demeanor, but he tended to dull that side of himself for you. you were his, and only his. but this was different. underneath him, keening and writhing around the stretch of him, you know it’s different, because eijiro sits 5 feet to your left.

it was strange at first, and you felt a little shy, but it was easy to come back into katsuki’s orbit. you weren’t sure if eijiro could even see you over his view of katsuki’s body, or if it even mattered—you found you’d forgotten him completely until he’d let out a soft groan at your whimpering.

“what d’you want, baby?” cooing down at you, katsuki brings you back to him—nosing at your cheek and fucking you so, so slowly. it’s overwhelming—it feels a little like torture and you want more of it.

“please kiss me—“ it tumbles out of your mouth fast and pitiful, body spasming with each languid push of his hips to yours. never have you wanted to feel bruising smear of his mouth like this. never have you felt need like this. “—please kat, i need—“

“oh, my poor baby.” his teasing brings tears to your eyes—flushed hot with embarrassment that rapidly gives way to unabashed want. “what d’ya think, ei—should i give her a kiss?”

both you and the man in question whimper—katsuki is being cruel and all of you know it, but it only serves to heighten the tension—in your belly and between the three of you. you hear a rasped laugh from the side of the room. “you’re being mean, kat.”

“shut the fuck up.” it’s muttered without any heat, all of katsuki’s focus on you and the way his words make you clench around him. crimson eyes boring through yours, he makes it hard to see anything else.

you grab at the arms on either side of your head, scraping blunt nails down to the sensitive skin of his wrists. he groans, the sudden, rough snap of his hips seemingly an unconscious response. you hear the faint scrape of a zipper to your left, but you know not to let your eyes follow the sound. you don’t think you could if you wanted to.

you love him—it’s the only thing you can think, looking at the strain of his shoulders above you, the bead of sweat that slips down the curve of his throat. you lean up to catch it with your tongue and whisper your love to the rapid flutter of his pulse.

“you love me?” he murmurs, reaching up between you to cover your throat with a hot palm, guiding you back down to the pillows—“just me, baby?”

“only you,” you feel delirious underneath him—the constant, aching drag of him inside of you and the feeling of his hand around your throat. knowing he’ll never tighten his grip—knowing he doesn’t need to. he has all of you. “you, kat, only you—“

“yeah,” he breathes, nodding like it wasn’t rhetorical after all—like he needed to be reminded—“tell ei how fuckin’ good your man makes you feel.”

he grits his teeth and reaches down to pull one of your legs up over his hip—and oh, it’s too much, like this. it’s a deep grind, and faster—his hand leaves your throat to reach down and rub some of the mess you’ve made over your achy little clit. the hot, wet circling of his fingers pulls something entirely incoherent out of you.

“so good,” you croak through tears, barely audible over the wet slap of skin—grabbing frantically for any stretch of skin your fingers can find, trying to pull him to you. “so so good—please baby i need—“

he indulges you then—leans down and presses his mouth to yours so sweetly and gently that it shocks you into an orgasm that lights you on fire. you sob into his mouth and he swallows it all—holding you close while you thrash underneath him—still bullying his way into walls that threaten to milk him dry.

“there you go,” despite the violence of the way he shatters you he speaks to you gently—lowly in between kisses to your cheeks, forehead, and jaw in a way that can only be just for you. “good girl—i got ya—“

he lets out soft moans that make your eyes roll back into your head as he fucks you through it—the drag of his cock along your insides almost loving, romantic—like he’s trying to savor it. it feels never ending—he keeps moving and you keep cumming until you’re shivering in his arms.

“my baby,” he whispers into your temple, wrapping around you as if to shield you. a secret only for you to hear, coming back down. “my baby.”

he’s still hard inside you, and you know exactly why, but you leave it be. his fingers reach down to drag across your skin, drawing shapes into the curve of your hip. something he’s never done before—something that can only be seen by eijiro.

you don’t know what it means. you’ll ask him about it later, when sleep isn’t dangling over your head.

[slvtmeout]

Currently on vacation not being able to stop thinking about fictional men fucking me

[anime-rambles]

Without you, there is no us

Pairing: KiriBaku x Reader

Warnings: Angst, pregnacy

Word Count: 3300+

A/N: Thank you all so much for the support and love for my work. Much love as always, Tiff <3

Summary: Bakugou is finally home after so many years undercover, the only issue the people he loves the most in the world got together while he was away, and are expecting. Leaving him behind or so he thought.

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Pacing in your kitchen you waited for Kirishima to appear after his shower. So many thoughts were flowing through your head. Why was Kirishima avoiding the topic of Bakugou? He wouldn't even mention his name. For three years Bakugou was undercover in Europe and now he was finally able to come home. Naturally as close as you all were, you offered Bakugou a place in your home with Kirishima. A lot had changed since he was gone, for starters you and Kirishima started dating and now an amazing surprise in the form of twins were on their way. Everything happened so fast, but you couldn't be happier.

Hearing the water stop upstairs you halted and wondered how to approach him with the topic of Bakugou, opting for just going straight for it. He entered the Kitchen with a low Riding pair of sweatpants and his hair slightly dripping with water. It was a very distracting image, one that stirred things inside but now is not the time.

"Kiri, why are you avoiding Bakugou?"

He froze in his spot and looked everywhere except your eyes.

"I'm not babe, don't be ridiculous" he moved to you and kissed your cheek in an attempt to distract you.

"Kiri, you won't talk about him, not even speak to him when he calls and don't even make me mention the whole godfather fiasco, he's going to be living with us Kiri, I need to know if there is going to be a problem" you reach forward and touch his face, forcing his eyes to look at you. He sighs, closing his eyes for a moment.

"I feel guilty-" he eyes leave yours and he pulls away and opts to lean on the countertop behind him.

"-all through high-school, he never stopped talking about you and him having kids, then he left, and you chose me, but I can't help but feel I stole his future from him, it's ridiculous just ignore me." You were shocked by Kirishima's confession not because of why he is dodging Bakugou because he's Kirishima Eijirou the sweetest boy, but because Bakugou had never mentioned this to you, all through high school it was Kirishima this, and Kirishima that.

"You sweet boy, you didn't steal Bakugou's future, he's still a part of our lives and he can be the next best thing godfather but Kiri why didn't you ever tell me this, I'm so confused, Bakugou never gave an inkling." you reached for his hand and held him tight.

"believe me y/n, it was all the time, he was in love with you." you laugh and shake your head and now see confusion in Kirishima’s face.

"Well, that's a first because, he told me in school that you were his first love and will always be, so that boy has some explaining to do." you lean forward and kiss Kirishima, his bright smile returned.

"Wait, Bakugou was in love with me? But he said to me that he was in love with you." Kirishima laughed, throwing his head back.

"He definitely has some explaining to do, and I suppose we do as well." Kirishima’s hands went to your stomach, your babies kicking you hard knowing their father was near.

"What do you mean?" you asked and could see the gears in Kirishima’s head turn and he became anxious.

"Well pebble, this could change things between our group, because either Bakugou was lying to us both which isn't very manly or that boy with his complicated feelings was in love with both of us, which might be hard for him to adjust back to life here together without him." you were stunned, what could this all mean for Bakugou, you were lost when Bakugou left you three but then you and Kirishima found your way to each other.

"What do you think is going to happen"

There was silence, and Kirishima turned from you.

"I think we'd both be lying if we said we never loved Bakugou" your breath caught in your throat, he was right, it was always the elephant in the room that both of you were scared to admit after getting together. You brought your eyes to Kirishima, and he was staring straight back.

"We're both in love with Bakugou," you whispered.

"Yes pebble, but please-" Kirishima reaches for you and holds you in his arms.

"-please don't think that I am abandoning you or our Babies, we made something amazing together and I love you so much, but I love him as well, both equally." you rest your head on Kirishima’s chest, as he rubbed your back.

"I love you both equally as well, I think we're on the same page, but what happens if he won't have us Kiri" you almost whisper the last part.

"Then, we'll still be us to help him find his person, but I don't think he'll reject us" he kisses the top of your head, you giggle and look up at him and smile at him, kissing his lips in return.

"also, can you let me talk to him about it, you know you and your hormones, you'll just cry all over him" Kirishima bopped your nose and you gasped, "I would never" you started to pretend to be hurt by his words, but Kirishima only started to tickle you in return, you laughed and laughed.

"babe....please...st..op.. I'll...pee..my....se..lf"

"Oh shit, sorry I forgot you and your weak bladder." he instantly stopped.

"My bladder is only weak, because of your huge babies I'm growing." you chuckle and bat his arms away.

"That settles it then, I'll go and get our boyfriend from the airport and you stay here" Kirishima kisses the top of your head and goes to grab his keys.

Bakugou as your boyfriend with Kirishima you could hardly believe it. Was this a dream and if it was you never wanted to wake up. Even though you loved Kirishima with all your heart and your life with him couldn't be better, there was always a Bakugou shaped hole, and you could never understand why. Until this moment it all made sense and Kirishima felt the same.

***

Kirishima couldn't contain his excitement once he got in the car, it was hard to believe that you felt the same as him. That finally after these years of it being the three of you throughout school, internships, establishing hero agency's it was officially going to be the three of you and having a family together? Kirishima felt his life was complete.

He arrived at the airport quickly, probably much quicker than he should have as a prohero but thankfully nobody was interested in that moment that he was a prohero, as they themselves were probably excited themselves to see their loved Ones. Kirishima all but abandoned his car and ran through the airport, the anticipation of seeing Bakugou after all these years mixed with the recent discovery that you both had made. Kirishima also felt that deep inside Bakugou would return the feelings and join the relationship but there was always the slight fear that he had moved on.

The flight landing was announced overhead and Kirishima's eyes were locked to the door. Any minute now he'd see Bakugou, and everything will be alright. A hoard of people came through the door, situated at the back, Kirishima could see a crop of blonde hair. Their eyes met and a huge smile broke out across both of their faces.

"BAKUBRO" Kirishima shouted and leaped the barrier, Bakugou dropped his bag and braced himself for Kirishima’s tackle.

"Kirishima," Bakugou said a held onto Kirishima tight.

"It's so good to be home" Bakugou whispered to Kirishima, he could almost feel Bakugou worries leave him. Kirishima pulled away from Bakugou but stayed in his arms, without thinking about it Kirishima kissed Bakugou hard. The blonde froze, not really understanding what was happening. Last he heard you and Kirishima were expecting and were together. Bakugou quickly pulled away not wanting to be the reason the people he loved broke up, even if he was not a part of it.

"What the hell are you doing, Eijiro?" Bakugou shouted at Kirishima. Kirishima froze, he let his emotions spiral without even thinking. Kirishima pulled away and reached for Bakugou’s bag.

"Sorry Kats, I wasn't thinking, come on we'll talk in the car" he gave him a huge grin and walked away leaving Bakugou standing staring after him.

Once they entered the car, Bakugou turned in his seat and stared at Kirishima who was focusing on the traffic around him. The quiet was getting the Bakugou, and he was being too loose his cool. "SPIT IT OUT EIJI, what happened, and what about Y/N, HOW COULD YOU DO IT TO HER.” 

Kirishima had just pulled into the driveway, just in time he thought. Bakugou had definitely learned some patience while he was away. He switched off the car and turned in his seat to look at Bakugou who was just staring at him. 

“Bakugou, how do you feel about y/n?” He asked,

“what are you talking about Kirishima, you’re my friend and I could ne-.” 

“No Bakugou, put that aside, how do you feel about her… romantically.” Bakugou thought for a moment, what could he say in that moment. How could he tell his friend he was in love with his girlfriend, the mother of his children but he also couldn’t lie to Kirishima and his stupid adorable grin. 

“I...you… it’s difficult alright Kirishima I can’t just out and say it.”

“Okay then, how do you feel about me?” Kirishima asked again, never leaving Bakugou’s eyes for a moment. Bakugou took a breath and if he was being honest, he was completely in love with both of you but how could that ever work. You were pregnant with Kirishima’s child, in his eyes there was no room for him. 

“I can’t say Kirishima, how could I, you’re putting me in the most difficult position.” 

“Okay seeing how you will never go out and say it, I will.” Kirishima took a breath.

“I love you Bakugou, and I love y/n.” Kirishima took Bakugou’s hand in his. “And Y/n loves you and me too.” Bakugou’s heart was being torn in two, and Kirishima was not making any sense to him yet. 

“Kirishima you’re not making any sense, please” Bakugou was not one to beg but at this moment, he didn’t care. 

“WE LOVE YOU KATSUKI, we want you with us, if you’ll have us?” Kirishima gripped Bakugou face staring straight into his eyes, making sure Bakugou understood that he meant every word. 

“you…both..love me?” Bakugou sat back in his seat and stared at the house in front of him. You both were in love with him, were his dreams finally coming true and he just sat there saying nothing. After a moment of silence Bakugou looked up at Kirishima, the red head moved in his seat averting his eyes from Bakugou. Bakugou could tell that Kirishima had tears, and Kirishima felt as if it was all over. That this was all over, the fleeting future you and Kirishima had thought of was all gone. 

“No, Kirishima wait” Bakugou moved to touch Kirishima, but he still didn't meet his eyes. But Bakugou grabbed his cheeks and forced Kirishima to look at him. He used his thumb to wipe away a stray tear that had fallen, “Shitty hair, you never let me finish…” 

“No, Bakugou it’s fine, just forget I said anything.” 

“Let me speak dumbass.” 

“Bakugou, really leave it, lets just go inside, don’t speak to y/n, I’ll do it” 

“DUMBASS, DON’T TELL ME TO FORGET IT, HOW DARE YOU SHITTY HAIR” Bakugou shouted, he gripped Kirishima’s face hard and pulled him towards his lips. Kirishima froze, it was happening, it was actually happening Bakugou was kissing him. He returned the kiss and when the two broke apart, Bakugou brought his hand to Kirishima’s face and looked into his eyes. 

“this is a lot okay, in all your excitement you can’t just spring this on me and instantly expect an answer.” Kirishima nodded. 

“I..I.. love you both okay, and when I found out you were both together and expecting it broke me a little and… now I found out you both want me apart of this, I couldn’t be happier but-“ Bakugou takes a breathe, “-give me a moment to think and process everything, let me have a shower, some food and see y/n, okay Kiri?” Bakugou whispered the last part and looked into Kirishima’s eyes. The red head nodded and took the keys out of the car. 

“No worries bro, you go and see her before she attacks the car and I’ll get your things.” Kirishima tilted his head into the direction of the house. Bakugou looked up and saw you standing at the door holding your hands to your chest, smiling at both of them. Bakugou couldn’t believe it, you looked amazing. You were huge, and Bakugou couldn’t help but be envious that Kirishima got you pregnant first, although you were already pregnant, he couldn’t wait to keep you looking like this for a long time. You waved to him, and a smile broke out across his face. Stepping out of the car, he made his way quickly to you, you all but fell into his arms. Tears are already falling from your eyes.

“Katsuki, Hi, omg you’re okay, you’re actually okay” you say over and over again. 

“I’m here, and okay but damn look at you.” Bakugou held you out of his arms to look at you closer. You rubbed your hand over your stomach and reached for Bakugou’s to let him feel the twins move. Bakugou had all but heart eyes and Kirishima could tell even though he was further away. 

“Wow, look at you” Bakugou whispered and looked into your eyes lovely, and in that moment, he knew he was going to be a part of you both. 

“Come, I’ll show you around, you're probably so tired and hungry, Kiri’s going to head out and get some take out in a minute.” You beaconed Bakugou in and he looked at Kirishima for a moment with his eyebrow raised. 

“I know bro, I can’t even explain it, she’s the sexiest thing at the moment, so I get it.” Kirishima says and pats Bakugou’s shoulder as he passes him. 

***

Kirishima had gone left for take out as Bakugou settled in upstairs. Slightly disheartened that he was in the spare room rather than yours and Kiri’s but as Kirishima left he mentioned to you quickly not to worry just give him some time. But Bakugou didn’t need anymore time, he wanted, no needed to be with you both and co-parent with you both. While Bakugou was under cover he thought of having children a lot, he thought about settling down and all of this was sooner than he expected but in his heart he knew it was right. 

As Bakugou walked down the stairs he could hear you in the kitchen moving around, sighing on every breath you took. He lent on the doorway and watched as you rubbed your back, whispering to yourself. 

“I always thought it was Denki who was supposed to be crazy, not you” He chuckled to himself when you jumped slightly in his presence.

“Jesus Katsuki, don't do that '' You laughed and threw the towel in your hand at him. Dodging it he made his way to you. 

“You doing okay mama” 

“Yeah, they are just moving around a lot and are getting heavy” You say and try to stretch out your back. Bakugou came up behind you, wrapping his hand around your stomach, pulling you back slightly so you were leaning on him. You sighed once more. As you both gently rock side to side, Bakugou gets an idea.

“Trust me okay” He whispers into your ear. You simply nod, keeping your eyes closed. Bakugou leaned down slightly so his hands were completely under your bump. 

“I saw this online ages ago, suppose to help a little bit, so relax and maybe prepare yourself” As you nod once more, Bakugou gently lifts your bump up, taking all the pressure from the twins, giving your back a small bit of relief. 

“Omg Katsuki, that feels amazing” You moan and rest your head on Bakugou’s chest. You could feel him chuckle, and he starts to leave a trail of kisses down your neck, nibbling on different parts, trying to gauge your reaction. You just stayed, rocking in Katsuki’s arms unable to think of anything else bar how amazing it felt to have him here, safe and in your arms. The twins kick at Katsuki’s hand making him chuckle to himself. 

“I’m so glad you want me here, to be a part of this” He whispers into your ear. You hmm in response, and rub your hands up and down his arms. You turn your head to him and open your eyes. 

“I'm glad you want us, all of us” You used your hand and pulled Katsuki down to your lips, kissing him gently. You break apart and just stare into each other's eyes, unable to speak and both of you were feeling the moment. A quiet click made you both turn and look at the door, Kirishima stood with his phone out clearly taking a photo of the both of you. 

“Man, I cannot explain how sexy you both look right now” Kirishima said as he made his way to the two of you, placing the take out on the countertop. Katsuki blushed and turned his head away from the red head. You tap Katsuki’s arm letting him know he could release the weight slowly back to you. He did so and slowly you could feel the full weight on the twins pushing down hard on your bladder. 

“Damn heavy babies, you and your stupid giant genes.” You playful smack at Kirishima, making him laugh. You turn and walk to the other side of the kitchen, touching Katsuki as you pass. He held onto your wrist and made you look at him. Bringing his free hand to face, he pulled you into a kiss. His other hand you guessed was held out to Kirishima, as you could feel the redhead behind you, with a hand on your bump and his lips kissing your neck. Katsuki pulled back, forcing you to open your eyes. 

“I love you y/n…. and I love you Kiri” Bakugou said, blushing.

“If you’ll have me, I'd love to be a part of your family” He looked away, fearing that it was all some sick joke. 

“I love you Kats, and I love you Eiji '' You say, smiling to yourself, happy that you could finally speak those words out loud. 

“And I love you both” Kirishima said loudly, pulling you both to him. Kissing the both of you quickly. 

“We obviously have things to work out about this new dynamic but I am excited to see what the future brings, now let me go or I’ll pee on you” You say and laughter fills the room as both boys release you from their hold. 

As you leave the kitchen you look back at the two of them, who were getting the food out on plates, “As soon as she’s ready, after these twins, mine are next okay shitty hair” Katsuki plushes Kirishima playfully. “Oh man you have no idea, I'd keep her pregnant like this for the rest of my life if I could, so no complaints from me.” You shake your head and slightly giggle to yourself as you make your way to the bathroom, what idiots you think to yourself, but your idiots nonetheless. 

[idk335a]

suicidal kirishima pt.

Bakugo’s stare remained unyielding as he continued to study Kirishima, his breaths heavy with a mixture of anxiety and resolve. The weight of the moment seemed to hang in the air, thick with unspoken emotions. Without a word, he took Kirishima’s hand in his own, his grip firm and resolute, and guided him outside of the dorms. The night air was cool, a sharp contrast to the tension that crackled between them as they stepped onto the grassy fields that lay beyond the campus.

The open space of the field was framed by tall trees, their leaves rustling gently in the breeze. Bakugo led Kirishima to a secluded spot away from the dorms, where the grass was soft beneath their feet. Once they were in the middle of the field, Bakugo took a deep breath, his eyes locked on Kirishima with unwavering intensity.

From his pocket, Bakugo pulled out a small dagger, its blade gleaming ominously in the moonlight. He held it out to Kirishima, who looked at it with a mixture of confusion and alarm. “What’s this for?” Kirishima asked, his voice trembling slightly as he took in the sight of the weapon.

Bakugo didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he rolled up his right sleeve, revealing the smooth, pale skin of his forearm. “Carve ‘I swear to never hurt myself’ on my arm,” Bakugo instructed, his voice steady but laced with an underlying urgency. His gaze never wavered from Kirishima’s, as if willing him to understand the gravity of the request.

Kirishima’s eyes widened in shock and distress. “W-what?.. No! That’d hurt, I—” He stammered, clearly unsettled by the request and the prospect of causing his friend pain.

Bakugo’s expression hardened, his frustration and desperation cutting through. “Do it, damnit!” he insisted, his voice cracking with a mix of anger and fear. “I need you to do this. It’s important.”

Kirishima hesitated, the dagger trembling in his hand as he looked at Bakugo, his face a mask of conflicted emotions. The sight of Bakugo’s determined stance and the sincerity in his eyes pushed him to act. With a deep, shuddering breath, Kirishima steeled himself and approached Bakugo. He carefully pressed the blade against Bakugo’s skin, the cold metal meeting warm flesh.

As the dagger traced out the words, Kirishima’s hands shook, and each cut brought a small wince from both of them. Bakugo’s jaw clenched, but he remained resolute, his eyes never leaving Kirishima’s face. The message was being etched into his skin with each careful incision, a symbol of his promise and his resolve to support Kirishima, no matter how painful it was.

When the words were finally carved into Bakugo’s arm, Kirishima stepped back, his own eyes brimming with tears. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, his voice choked with emotion. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

Bakugo glanced down at the newly formed scars, a mix of pain and satisfaction in his gaze. He looked back up at Kirishima, his expression softening. “It’s okay,” he said, his voice gentle now. “Just remember, we’re in this together. No matter what.”

In the quiet aftermath, the two stood in the moonlit field, the weight of the night’s events settling around them. The scars on Bakugo’s arm were a testament to their shared struggle and unbreakable bond, a reminder of the lengths they would go to for each other.

Bakugo rolled his sleeve back down, the faint sting of the fresh cuts making him wince slightly. The discomfort was a small price to pay for what he hoped was a powerful gesture of commitment. His eyes were still locked on Kirishima, intense and unwavering.“Now throw the dagger at the tree. Hard,” Bakugo instructed, his voice carrying a tone of finality. His gaze was fixed on a sturdy tree not far from where they stood, its broad trunk an ideal target for the act he was about to witness.Kirishima, still reeling from the earlier task, looked at the dagger in his hand with a mix of apprehension and resolve. He took a deep breath, the weight of Bakugo’s request settling heavily on him. With a determined expression, Kirishima stepped back, his grip firm on the hilt of the dagger.He raised his arm, his muscles tensing as he focused on the tree. With a swift, powerful motion, he hurled the dagger toward the trunk. The blade sliced through the air with a sharp whistle, its trajectory true and forceful. The dagger struck the tree with a resounding thud, embedding itself into the bark with a solid, satisfying impact.Kirishima exhaled sharply, the adrenaline of the throw mixing with the lingering emotions of the night. He turned back to Bakugo, his face a mask of mixed relief and exhaustion. “It’s done,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.Bakugo nodded, his gaze following the dagger lodged into the tree. The act was symbolic—a declaration of their mutual commitment and a reminder of the promises they had made. He took a step closer to Kirishima, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Good,” he said, his voice carrying a note of approval. “Let’s head back. We’ll talk more about this when we’re both ready.”As they walked back toward the dorms, the night air seemed to carry a sense of renewal and understanding. The bond between them had been tested and solidified, and though the path ahead was still uncertain, they knew they would face it together.

[lokissweater]

miss pretty

{single dad!katsuki bakugo x kindergarten teacher f!reader}

summary: katsuki bakugo has never liked mess and always made sure his son and his life reflected just that. with years worth of a sparkling clean and organized home, toys put away and not once scattered about, and a barking knack over any calls of disorder in his life— meeting you, his sons sweet and sugary kindergarten teacher who was the definition of pure and who was for some reason turning his fiery heart into complete goo— was altering his boring strict cycles of no messes around… and for the better.

warnings: cursing, FLUFFF GALORE MY GAWD??, no smut but a lil steamy something, slight angst, afab!reader, katsuki thinks you are an ANGEL, sunshine x grumpy trope, mentions of abandonment, WHOLESOME AFFF, use of y/n, all characters are aged up.

word count: 11.4k

authors note: THIS MAKES ME WANT TO BE A MOTHERRRRR omg this one is sickeningly sweet and i’ve gotten a few requests to do sunshine x grumpy with sir katsuki and i WAS ALLL OVERRR ITTT i hope i fulfilled!!! <333 THANK YOU THANK YOU AS ALWAYS FOR ALL OF YOU BEING SOOO SWEETT TO MEEE I LOVE YOUUUU MWAAAHHH :] <33333

katsuki bakugo hated messes.

“oi!” he grunted, his son’s little head turning to look at him as he munched on his gummy fruit snacks from the backseat. “you better not leave that wrapper in here. take it outside with you when i drop you off.”

“kaaayyy!” his son dragged out happily, completely unphased by his dads snappy personality as he contemplated on which color fruit gummy to eat next.

“and wash your hands too. ask your teacher.”

“mhm!” he chirped.

“and don’t be a brat. pay attention.”

“yup yup!”

and for the most part, his life reflected that almost entirely— raising his son to always clean up after himself and not make bombastic huge messes around the house, begrudgingly understanding that he’s a small growing human, that a little spill of apple juice or two is basically guaranteed… but he just hated mess, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t raise his son right to be a clean and organized man even at five years old— katsuki keeping everything in his life practically spotless.

that was of course, until he met you.

katsuki shoved through the other parents in line as he went up to the front desk in the main office with a grip on his sons little hand, not giving a damn about the glares and huffs of bewilderment he got as there was no way in hell he was gonna wait like an idiot with the rest of them.

the lady at the front desk raised a quizzical eyebrow.

“can i help—”

“where the fuck is room twenty four.”

her eyes bulged open as the rest of the parents in line softly gasped and murmured.

“e—excuse me?—”

he rolled his eyes.

“room twenty four.” he pushed. “where is it?”

“sir— if you need me to help you i’d like you to wait in line until—”

“hah?! absolutely not.” he spat. “if i wait in that fucking line my son’s gonna be late why can’t you just tell me—”

“uh sir if you could—”

katsuki’s son giggled as he continued to spout profanities at the poor front desk lady.

“—sir please no foul language there are children around—”

“i don’t give a shit! just tell me where room twenty four is what the hell is so hard about that?!—”

“oh! that’s my class!”

katsuki snapped his head over, fiery red eyes shooting towards the voice until they landed on yours.

“is he one of my kids?” you smiled sweetly, eyes coming down to look at his son.

“oh—” he let his shoulders relax just a tad as he watched you fix the strap of his sons backpack on his shoulder. “i mean— if your class is twenty four—“

“it is!” you beamed, nudging your head. “i’ll show you where!”

“hiii miiiissss!” his son greeted, happy and silly as he followed you down the hall.

“hi honey!” you gushed, just as excited as he was as you patted over his blonde scruffy hair. “what’s your name?”

“milo!”

“nice to meet you milo! are you excited for your first day?”

“yeaaahh!” he cheered, smile bright as he grabbed your hand.

katsuki’s eyes widened.

“milo!” he snapped lowly. “what’d i tell ya? you can’t grab her hand like that you have to ask—”

“oh it’s alright!” you dismissed, smiling. “i don’t mind it at all! the other kids do it too.”

milo snickered and stuck his little tongue out at his dad, and katsuki rolled his eyes.

“is he yours?” you asked kindly, tilting your head.

“who else would he be…” he grumbled.

“i guess you’re right!” you giggled. “he looks just like you.”

katsuki’s eyes flickered to yours before dropping back down, a permanent furrow in his brows as you all rounded the corner.

“here we are—”

“ooo! ooo!” milo hopped up and down. “miss you have race cars?! dad can i please go?!”

he looked over, a mountain of toys scattered about in the classrooms play area, little kids already making a damn mess and the school day hadn’t even officially started yet.

“the hell you asking me for? ask your tea—”

“miss miss can i please go play with the race cars?!—”

“of course my love! go! go have fun.” you smiled, gently ushering him on before milo zoomed over to the play area and crouched down with the rest of the kids.

“oi!” katsuki barked. “put them away when you’re done!”

he huffed under his breath as he watched his son give him a thumbs up and fucking dump the entire bucket of race cars down on the ‘abc’ play rug, taking one in each hand and dragging them across floor.

“he’s so cuteee.” you grinned. “i’m glad he’s not afraid being it’s his first day.”

“oh fuck no.” he mumbled. “milo doesn’t care. the little runt doesn’t have a filter and does whatever the hell he wants without askin’ sometimes.”

he leaned against the doorsill as he watched milo converse with another kid and share a car, satisfaction in his chest that his son was sharing and being nice.

“but i guess he gets that from me.” he finished off.

you nodded. “but that’s a good thing, isn’t it?”

he pursed his lips.

“in my experience, not really.”

you hummed.

“i think it’s definitely a good thing… i’d rather be assertive of things and not be afraid of what the consequences will be.”

katsuki looked at you, properly this time.

“what’s a kindergarten teacher afraid of?”

you shrugged, a slow playful grin spreading across your face.

“parents.”

he snorted, crossing his arms over his chest and you quickly had to look away, a pink buzz to your cheeks at the way his big built arms flexed.

inappropriate inappropriate inappropriate—

“i don’t know how you do it..” he spoke lowly.

“do what?”

“take care of little shits all day.”

you laughed loudly, reeling over a bit as he watched you out of the corner of his eye.

“i don’t take care of them! i teach them.” you quipped cutely. “they’re small, but this is when their brains drink up the most knowledge… and i love to see the progress from the beginning of the year compared to the end! i love it all really.”

pure.

katsuki curtly nodded, your sweet positive ambiance throwing him completely off, as he doesn’t think he’s ever met or surrounded himself around someone who’s directly emmitted the feeling of sunshine and rainbows and candy as much as you did.

and his cheeks flared up for some reason.

“oh!” you looked to the time on your little wrist watch and walked inside your classroom. “it’s almost time to start! i have to wrangle them all in their seats heh!”

katsuki swallowed and nodded.

“milo!”

he turned and upon seeing his dad wave him over, milo dropped his toys and bounded to him.

“don’t give her a hard time alright?” he spoke sternly, nudging his head over at you for emphasis. “listen. listen and learn and be the best one in there.”

“kaaayyy!”

“and you let me know if any of the other kids mess with you or you deal with it yourself. you already know how—”

“beat the crap out of them!” he cheered loudly and katsuki’s hand flew to clasp over his sons mouth before his frantic eyes looked at you.

the last thing he needed was someone to call up fucking child protective services on him.

“he’s joking! he’s joking… fuck.”

you giggled hard and clutched your stomach, your pretty smile sending katsuki for a loop.

“no you’re absolutely right!” you waved your hands in front of your face, reassuring. “treat others the way you want to be treated, so if someone’s being mean to you, bite back milo, okay? and also let me know first though!”

katsuki gave you a wobbly tiny smile amidst his branded serious face, looking at his son then and ruffling up his hair.

“okay, go.” milo ran off. “and don’t let me pick you up with dirt all over your clothes ya hear me?!”

“byeee daaaddd!”

you could tell that behind his harsh exterior— the slight purse of his lips, stiff frame and bouncing leg gave away that he was only worried about his kid and his first day of school, a sight you’ve seen time and time again since you started working as a kindergarten teacher, and one that never failed to warm your heart.

“don’t worry!” you sweetly smiled, and katsuki switched his gaze over to yours. “i’ll watch him especially… okay? to ease the nerves.”

he softly snorted, attempting to play it off but internally relieved as he pushed himself off the doorsill and nodded, thankful that the teacher milo got was as kind as you.

“um…” he mumbled. “katsuki.”

you tilted your head. “katsuki?”

“it’s my name idiot.”

“oh!” you giggled, a blush rising in your cheeks again as you tried to simmer it down. “nice to meet you katsuki! i’ll see you after school then with milo?”

he stiffly nodded, the way his name sounded so sugary off your tongue something he’d never heard before in his life or was used to at all.

“…ya gonna tell me yours or what?”

“sorry!” you sputtered, laughing nervously. “sorry it just— flew! you know—”

you stuck your hand out and offered it to him.

“y/n!”

katsuki untangled his arms and firmly shook it, grip strong and one that nearly made you stumble forward as you caught yourself and smiled.

“i’ll see you katsuki!”

out of all of the kids you’ve taught, milo was by far the cutest one.

the little man was like your personal assistant— a little bee buzzing around as he followed you everywhere in the classroom and helped you clean up after the rest of the kids that didn’t, ‘yelling’ at some of them to and cutely scolding them whenever he’d catch them leave some things behind, and was always on watch for you like a security guard with his little balled up fists on his hips, surveilling the classroom for any misbehaving kids or messes that you’d missed throughout the day.

all traits you no doubt knew he got from katsuki, even if you had just met him. it was pleasantly obvious.

“thanks for helping me out today, milo!” you gushed, pushing another students chair in as they all sat down and chattered for lunch. “you made my job a lot easier!”

“really?!” he squealed, big glimmering eyes beaming up at you before he happily chowed down on some apple slices.

and you noticed then milo’s lunch was insane, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches cut up and molded neatly into the shape of panda bears, his watermelon and apple slices shaped like stars with carrots and celery lined up with a little wedge of lemon if he wished, tiny rice balls on the side for a little snack you figured in case what he had didn’t fill him up— all so considerate and careful…

“wow!” you exclaimed, kneeling down next to him. “your lunch looks so yummy my love! did your mommy make this?”

“nuh uh!” he shook his head, cheeks filled with watermelon. “my dad did!”

you faltered.

“katsuki made this?”

“who’s katsuki miss?” he asked curiously, sipping on his little juice box after swallowing the fruit in his mouth.

you giggled. “nothing! nothing. enjoy your lunch okay?”

you went to stand, but milo’s hand shot out and caught your wrist.

“can you— can you eat lunch with me?” he mumbled shyly, fiddling with some carrot pieces in his hands. “please.. i always eat with my dad but he’s not here…”

your eyes softened and you quickly nodded.

“of course! let me just go grab my lunch and ill bring it over! sounds good?”

“yaaaayyyy!” he cheered happily, arms up as you scooched a tiny chair over from a nearby table and sat with him, laughing at his cute expression.

you knew you shouldn’t use a little kid to pry… but you were guiltily curious as to know if katsuki was married or not for reasons that made you ridiculously flustered and red in the face over.

and you wanted to be respectful in case he was… since the ogling you did at his muscles this morning through his black ribbed tank was the most embarrassing moment of your career and one you hadn’t seen coming at all, it catching you off guard and feeling horrible if katsuki indeed had a wife.

but he didn’t have a ring on his finger…

“milo?” you spoke up softly.

he smiled big. “yes miss!”

“does your mommy make you lunch as well or just your dad?”

he shook his head. “just my dad! i don’t have a mom.”

your shoulders deflated.

he didn’t have a mom… at all?

you slowly reached over then and patted his blonde hair, smiling warmly as his cheeks went pink. “that’s alright! i’m sure your dad makes you lunches like this every time huh?”

“yeah!” he gasped excitedly. “yesterday he made pizzas and cut them into dinosaurs! it was so cool! and then!— and then this morning for breakfast i had waffles that looked like dynamite blasts!”

“oh my goodness!” you giggled, your heart absolutely thumping over the fact that katsuki was so dedicated to his son like that. “man, i wish my lunches were as cute as yours!”

his little eyes snapped to yours.

“i’ll tell him!”

your brows furrowed confusedly. “wha—”

“to make you lunch! i’ll tell my dad to make you lunch!”

your eyes widened and you frantically shook your head, cheeks blazing as you laughed. “oh no my love! that’s totally okay don’t worry about me silly—”

“i’ll tell him i’ll tell him i’ll tell him!—”

“milo it’s okay! i’m a big girl.” you grinned. “i’m supposed to make my own lunches.”

milo grumbled and plopped a carrot in his mouth, begrudgingly chewing as he sat there in thought.

“…will you at least let me share some of mine?”

you pouted at his generosity, wondering how a kid could be so sweet as you nodded and held your hand up.

“of course sweetie! whatever you wa—”

milo plopped all of his peanut butter sandwiches in your palm and grinned, earning a gasp from you.

“milo this is too much i can’t—”

“eat it! eat it! eait it!—”

by the end of the day, you managed to get milo to take back his sandwiches in exchange for one singular watermelon star piece, him still doing his regular duties of being your little assistant and helping you clean up after everyone before the final bell rang signaling the end of class, you carefully making sure each kiddo got their designated backpack (as there was often a mix up) and art pieces they made for their parents to take home— a permission slip for the end of the year field trip tucked away inside their bags.

and the minute you stepped outside with the rest of the kids, you were surprised to see that katsuki was one of the first parents there as he stood directly across from your classroom with crossed arms, an angry usual scowl on his face that made you laugh to yourself as you led your kids to sit down on a bench in a single file line until their parents physically came to get them or their vehicles pulled up.

“milo!” you tapped his shoulder gently. “your daddy’s over there!”

“DAAADDD!!”

milo jumped up and ran across the grass, his tiny arms out as katsuki smiled softly and crouched down to pick his son up and settle him on his lower abdomen, you wringing your fingers behind your back and walking up to them.

“were you a brat?” he grunted.

“nope!”

“did any kids mess with you?”

“nope!”

“did you leave a mess?”

“nope!”

you giggled, and katsuki’s eyes snapped in your direction.

“how was he?”

“he did so good!” you gushed, patting milo’s back as he grinned. “was my little helper and everything! didn’t leave a single mess behind and helped me clean up after everyone else… he even made sure everyone was paying attention and not misbehaving.”

“yeah! yeah! see dad?” milo poked his dads cheek. “i didn’t lie!”

“never said you lied you little runt.” he scowled. “…but good job.”

“thanks!”

katsuki set him down after milo started kicking his legs and saying something about the swings, him instantly running towards the playground and to the slide.

“did he actually do all of that?” he spoke up.

“oh yes!” you quickly nodded. “i’ve never had a kid do that before so it was really nice of him to!”

you detached your fingers from around your back and fiddled with them.

“you teach him well katsuki.”

he scoffed and turned his head, cheeks pink as he tried to regain his composure.

“damn right i do.”

you giggled then, the memory of milo telling you he didn’t have a mother suddenly popping into your mind as you watched him happily slide down the blue slide head first.

“hey i don’t mean to um..” you timidly began. “i don’t mean to pry but—”

katsuki raised a brow at you and you snapped your mouth shut.

“nothing! nothing nevermind—”

“spit it out.”

“no it’s alright! sorry i—”

he glared and you cowered, smiling bashfully as you bit your bottom lip.

“milo… milo mentioned that he didn’t have a mommy? i was just— wondering if that was true…”

“tch—” he shook his head. “that’s what you were afraid of askin’ me?”

“i told you i’m scared of parents…” you slumped cutely, and he chuckled.

“it’s just me and him.” he answered. “his mom’s never been a part of our lives.”

your heart sunk a little, eyes sad as your gaze shifted to milo playing and racing around with another kid.

“don’t do that.”

you jumped and looked at katsuki.

“do— do what—”

“look all sad and shit.”

he hesitantly reached over and planted an index finger to the crease between your brows, the feeling rough as he tried to gently drag it down and smooth over the lines.

“it’s fine.” he grumbled, letting his arm fall to his side. “it doesn’t bother him. at least i don’t think it does.”

“no!” you spoke quickly, a crazed blush on your cheeks. “it doesn’t! and milo speaks so highly of you… especially the lunches you make him.”

his brows furrowed. “his lunch?”

“yeah!” you nodded excitedly. “you prepare it so so well! how do you get his sandwiches to look like little bears? and his fruit?! every time i try to cut mine into stars they always break in half…”

he huffed out a laugh, finding your little whine funny as he reached over and ruffled up your hair, you smiling cheekily in response.

“do you use molds?” you asked politely. “to shape out the bear?”

“fuck no.” he scoffed. “i do it myself.”

your eyes flew open.

“what?! so that’s really just you? and the dinosaurs too? the pizza dinosaurs? and the waffles? the ones that looked like dynamite blasts—”

“jesus christ how much did that kid tell you?”

your face grew hot as you smacked a hand over your mouth.

“sorry!” you giggled. “i just was thinking— that his lunch was really cute and thoughtful…” you took your hand away from your face. “i’m really glad that you do little things like that for milo to make him happy.”

katsuki stared at you, your swarm of compliments and sweetness and sunshine and butterflies almost suffocating as you looked at him with those pretty doe eyes, his throat oddly closing up the longer he stared right back and allowed you to pull him into your world of wonder and abc blocks and puzzles.

but it wasn’t suffocating in a bad way, not at all.

and… maybe he did want you to pull him in.

“dad dad dad!”

milo ran over, sweaty and red faced as he reached the two of you.

“there’s a dead lizard in the slide!”

“a dead lizard?” you laughed, surprised as you reached for his little water bottle from his backpack on the ground and uncapped the lid, handing it over and ushering him to drink.

katsuki didn’t know why the domestic sight of you doing that made him melt a bit.

a bit.

“yeah miss! it was big and gross.” he breathed out after gulping some of his icy cold water. “but i buried him!”

his dads red eyes snapped down to his and narrowed.

“don’t tell me you touched that thing milo.”

“i did!” he giggled.

“oh my fucking god—” katsuki snatched his hand and started pulling him to the car as milo giggled and stuck his tongue out.

“it’s a prank! some other girl in my class did… but i helped with the dirt!”

you chuckled softly as you watched katsuki stop and roll his eyes, coming back over to you with a hyper milo.

“say bye to your teacher ya little runt. and you’re still taking a shower when you get home!”

“but i don’t wanna take a showeerrr!” milo whined, letting go of his dads hand and running to you, you crouching and extending your arms big with a pretty smile.

“bye my love!” you hugged him tight as he giggled. “i’ll see you tomorrow okay? and give your daddy a break. no more digging up dirt and playing with dead lizards.”

“kaayyyy!”

you both let go and he stepped back, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before bouncing back to his dad.

katsuki choked on his spit.

“oi!” he barked. “you can’t just kiss her cheek milo the hell is going on with you?!—”

“it’s okay don’t worry!” you smiled kindly. “he’s just being sweet is all! i don’t mind.”

“you sure?” he pushed, milo snickering. “i—”

you waved him off and wrung your fingers behind your back, leaning forward.

“i’ll see you tomorrow morning kats!”

and he froze, nodding hard as he quickly took milo’s hand and backpack before walking to the car, his heart completely aflame in his chest and cheeks red as he led his babbling son further into the parking lot and inside the car, buckling him up in his car seat before hopping in himself and starting the engine, unbelieving that he had barely just met you and he was already thinking and acting like a fucking dumbass.

“and then we learned the days of the week! oh!— and we learned numbers! i can count to fifteen dad!”

“that’s good milo.” he responded, pulling out of the schools parking lot and craning his neck to see if he could catch a final glimpse of you and settling once he did, you so pretty and conversing so nicely with another kid until he was out of the lot.

“did you eat all of your lunch? y/n tells me ya shared with her.”

“i did! i did share with her.” he grinned. “she liked my lunch!”

“good.” katsuki gave him a thumbs up through the rear view mirror. “that’s good that you always share. especially with her.”

“yup yup! she’s preeettyyy.”

he rolled his eyes, but a small smile grew at the corner of his lips as he nodded curtly.

“that she is.”

katsuki continued to drop off his son personally at your classroom every morning before school.

even when it had been a couple of months into the year, at this point many students already used to their route to and out of class and their parents just dropping them off and leaving— them not even allowed on campus as security rounded every corner and told any parents who wished to go in that they weren’t supposed to, as per policy.

but not katsuki.

katsuki didn’t give a fuck as he stormed through the main office and ignored the calls of the front desk lady, her already used to the rude asshole who came through the building every morning as he strode by and down the hall to class twenty four… wanting to see you— his son’s pretty kindergarten teacher that was sweet and joyful and someone who was everything he wasn’t, his mind curious and filled with your giggles and smiles throughout the time that he’d gotten to know you and chat with you in the mornings and the afternoons, loving the way you were with milo and treated him like he was literally your own— always watching over him and making sure he had had enough to eat and drink and that his hands were washed when he wasn’t around.

and even katsuki himself— you bringing him candy bags from their classroom parties or donuts that were passed to faculty in the mornings and saving yours for him, treats he always took and ate with no questions asked even though he wasn’t a fan of sugary shit and junk food, always making the exception for you.

he had never experienced honest help like that… he’d never experienced someone caring enough about him and his son like the way you did so perfectly every single day…

and katsuki feared that he was a little obsessed.

“oh! miss y/n!”

“yes honey?” you responded kindly, opening a juice pouch for another student and handing it to them carefully during lunch.

milo dug into his lunch pail and pulled out a small container, sticking his hand up and offering it to you.

your brows furrowed, taking it from him.

“what’s this milo?”

“it’s from my dad!”

you stopped, heart dropping to your ass as you recounted his words.

from katsuki?

“your— your dad?”

“mhm!”

you shakily popped the lid of the container open, eyes widening and filling with hearts once you saw a mix of star shaped strawberries and watermelon and papayas, drizzled over with sparkling strings of honey and singular little blueberries scattered about.

“for me?” you asked softly, crouching down next to milo. “my love— are you sure this isn’t for you? i think your dad cut these up for you—”

“nope! for you!” he gave you a big toothy smile before stuffing his mouth with crackers. “he told me not to eat it and to give it to you.”

he swallowed and reached up, you tilting down your head so he could pat it just like you always did for him.

“i hope you like it miss! they look like the ones you told me looked cute!”

“i— i love them milo.. thank you!”

you picked up a papaya piece and ate it, entirely dazed and love struck as your tastebuds savored over the sweet velvety thick honey, literally blinking back tears at how thoughtful and kind katsuki was.

he didn’t have to do this at all… yet he took the time anyways out of his morning to do this for you.

and your heart nearly fucking gave out.

after school once you got your rowdy kids to sit neatly on the bench and wait for their parents, you extended a hand for milo and he hopped off the bench and took it, you both walking up to a waiting katsuki as he stood there with a soft smile on his face.

“hi kats!”

“hey.” he picked his son up and settled him over his abdomen, milo’s arms clinging around his neck and chin propped up on his dads shoulder as he was exhausted from a days worth of playing and learning.

“i wanted to um—” you peered up at him. “i um—”

his brows furrowed, and just as he was about to bark about you stumbling over your words, he stopped.

your bottom lip was trembling.

you hurriedly wiped your eyes.

“i wanted to thank you—” hic! “f—for the star shaped fruit this morning—”

“why are you crying dumbass?” he mumbled, reaching over and wiping some tears with his rough fingers.

“because it was so nice!” you sobbed, shoulders shaking as you let him wipe your cheeks. “and— and you put honey over it too! you didn’t have to do any of that for me!”

“tch—”

he flicked your forehead softly, not enough to hurt you but enough to get you to snap out of your hiccups as you sniffled.

“it’s just fruit y/n—”

“but it’s not.” you wiped your eyes again. “not to me anyways…”

katsuki slowly lowered his arm, gaze tracing over your pretty face and perfect hair and the way you cried over something so stupid, his brain unable to process the fact that an act as simple as cutting fruit up for you could make you this happy, and it made him want to see what you saw for once— how you saw the world for exactly what it was and appreciated it regardless of how big or small things were, not snippy or angry or spiteful over everyone and thinking everything was out to get him and his son.

“crybaby…” he grumbled. “i’m glad you liked it though.”

“i did kats.. a lot. thank you.” you wiped the last of your tears and smiled. “i’m sorry i cried.”

what a pretty sweet girl…

he shook his head and hoisted milo up, him completely knocked out with drool coming out of his mouth as katsuki felt it run down his shoulder, barely even noticing that though as his entire focus was trained purely on you.

was it okay if he… asked you out? would it be weird? would you tell him to fuck off?

katsuki internally rolled his eyes at his stupid fucking high school boy thoughts, though it didn’t alleviate the gnawing feeling that if you did tell him to fuck off… that he’d be angrily mortified at his fail and probably lose the right to talk to you since it’d be too awkward to.

but you were just so fucking sweet. all of the time.

“listen uh—” he cleared his throat, face growing hot. “i was wondering if ya wanted to eat dinner with me… sometime.”

you stared, eyes big and shocked and katsuki took it defensively and entirely the wrong way.

“forget it.” he snapped. “forget it i didn’t say shit—”

“no! no no—” you quickly shook your head. “no it’s okay i would!”

he stopped.

“you would?”

“of course!” you expressed sweetly, cheeks hurting from how big you were smiling as you tried to simmer down your giddy squeals. “i’d love to have dinner with you…”

his tense shoulders slowly relaxed, an eventual small smile growing on his face.

“a—alright uh…” he sighed. “i’d prefer to take ya somewhere nice but i don’t really have anyone to watch milo—”

you shook your head again, brows pinched. “oh no kats— we don’t have to go anywhere at all! we can order something in at your place and eat with milo? or— or my place?”

“my place.” he replied. “and i’ll cook.”

he cooks?!

“okay!” you giggled, your hand reaching up and patting over milo’s sleepy head gently. “sounds good!”

katsuki and you agreed on the details of the date after and bid each other bashful goodbyes, swooning as you watched him walk away into the parking lot with a sleeping milo in his arms and feeling like none of this was fucking real, for you couldn’t believe someone as handsome and cool as katsuki would ever be interested in someone like you.

and funnily enough, he felt the complete opposite, stressed and extra snappy as he cleaned the house from top to bottom (though it barely needed it), unnecessarily fixed the positioning of the furniture and made milo put away his toys, him not even whining or protesting like he usually did solely because the little man knew you were coming— pretty miss y/n with the pretty smile and the nicest lady he had ever met, and one he secretly hoped would be his new mommy every time he saw you and his dad converse before and after school, thinking you would fit the role perfectly.

especially after his dad had given you those fruits as a present!

“milo!” katsuki called. “come ‘ere!”

his son ran into the kitchen, toy race car in hand. “what!”

“be good today, ya hear me?” he pushed, face stern as he flipped a kitchen towel over his shoulder and sautéed vegetables in his frying pan. “please milo. don’t try to be funny and do somethin’ to scare y/n off.”

milo gave him a look.

“scare miss y/n off? dad you’re gonna scare her off not me!” he giggled. “silly.”

“yeah..” he grunted. “you’re probably right but i’m just sayin’. i’m thinking of the time grandma came over and ya put that fake rat in her purse to try and be funny.”

“ohhh yeeeeah!” he doubled over in little fits of laughter, holding his stomach as he did. “i did do that!”

“see what i mean?” katsuki grumbled, snatching the kitchen towel from his shoulder and throwing it down on the counter top, stepping back to peek in the oven. “you better not do that with y/n please.”

“i won’t!” he grinned. “not when she’s about to be my new mommy!”

katsuki choked as his spit went down the wrong pipe, bending over and coughing uncontrollably in his elbow before spinning around and looking at his son with wide eyes and pink cheeks.

“the hell you just say?”

“what!” milo tilted his head. “that y/n is gonna be my new mommy?”

his eyes grew even wider as he dropped the pan he was holding on the stove and leaned back, running his hands over his face.

“oh you little runt please don’t say that in front of her, alright?”

he pouted. “why not?”

“you’ll scare her off! worse than when you put that fake rat in grandmas purse!”

“boooo!” milo stuck his tongue out and crossed his little arms over his chest. “whatever.”

“oi!”

“what!”

katsuki’s doorbell chimed and milo booked it to the front door.

“missss preettyyyy!!—”

“milo get your ass back here!—”

katsuki swung the door open and swooped his son in his arms just as he was about to pounce on you in midair, you giggling and covering your mouth as you watched the scene unfold before you.

“i’m sorry—”

“hiii misss y/nnn!” milo greeted happily, dangling off of his dad as katsuki tried to stop him from wiggling out of his grip. “i’m so exciteeeddd!—”

“hi my love!” you gushed warmly, smile wide as you extended your arms and walked forward, taking milo in your arms and setting him on your hip. “how are you? you excited to hang out with meee?”

“yes! yes!” he vigorously nodded. “i wanna show you all my race cars!”

“oh i can’t wait to seeee!” you bounced him on your hip and he giggled, you turning your attention and smiling at katsuki.

“hi kats!”

“the little brat is hogging—”

milo blew a silly raspberry at him before wrapping his arms around you and shoving his face into your neck.

you laughed and ran a soothing hand over the little man’s back, katsuki rolling his eyes before stepping to the side and letting you in, shutting the door behind him and leading you over to the kitchen.

and jesus christ you looked beautiful, him noting that pink was what you mainly wore on the day to day as he eyed your small rosy cardigan, you walking through his home and looking around and oblivious to the way he was staring at you like a fucking creep.

katsuki bit the inside of his cheek as he watched your eyes scan your surroundings, stupidly nervous about what you’d think of his house and furniture and minuscule decorations, and annoyed with himself that he’d even give a shit about something like that, trying to occupy himself and ignore it as he looked in the oven and lifted lids of various pots and pans, checking over tonight’s dinner.

“i’m sorry i’m behind…” he grumbled and waved his hand around. “had to clean the house and shower milo since he decided to play in the fuckin’ mud this morning.”

“oh you don’t have to apologize for that kats!” you looked at him worriedly. “you don’t have to apologize for anything i totally understand…”

you hoisted milo further up your hip and grinned. “i’m just happy to spend time with the both of you.”

katsuki felt smoke puff out of his red ears as he nodded and scratched the back of his neck, turning slightly and lifting the lids from his pots and pans again.

“miss preettyyyy!” milo whined. “when can i show you my race cars?!”

katsuki scowled and you laughed.

“now honey! but how about we move some of your toys to the living room so i can spend time with both you and dad? how does that sound?”

“yayayay!!” milo cheered, bouncing on your hip as you smiled cutely and set him down, him running off down the hall and you quickly following after him.

milo talked you through his entire collection of race cars as you both sat down on the living room rug— telling you the model of each and every one, what they did, how fast they went, they places they’d gone, and which were his favorites as you excitedly talked to him about his cars and shifted conversation between him and katsuki, a task he was surprised you did so efficiently, but then quickly realized that that was literally your fucking job everyday dealing with little brats talking your ears off and you attending all of them at the same time.

and when it came around to dinner time, you helped katsuki set up even through his snapping and huffing that you absolutely shouldn’t, you giving him a silly little face as you assisted anyways and set up milo’s booster seat, picking him up and sitting him down before buckling him up while katsuki placed your dishes on the table—

and gourmet fucking dishes at that.

you were bewildered. absolutely bewildered as you gawked over the lasagna platter he set before you, it delicate and fancy looking as he had even draped sauce on your gray ceramic plate in gourmet intricate designs, knowing that katsuki had mentioned to you he was a chef over the several months you’d gotten to know him, but you didn’t know exactly to which extent that chef occupation stretched to.

“kats…” you murmured. “what do you do for a living.”

“i told you idiot.” he passed over a couple of napkins and you gratefully took them, taking one then and wiping down milo’s mouth as he messily ate his cut up pieces of lasagna. “i’m a cook.”

“yeah but what kind? where?”

“why?” he gruffed. “does it look like shit?”

“no!” you giggled. “absolutely not the opposite actually! this is probably the most beautiful lasagna i’ve ever seen in my life.”

“duh.” he responded, but sent you a small smile as he ate. “i’m an executive chef down at a restaurant in the city.”

your jaw dropped. “the city?! you’re so cool kats! oh my goodness!”

his face flushed.

“my dad says his boss is a piece of—”

“don’t say it!” katsuki snapped at his son, eyes wide as you slapped a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from laughing, not wanting to encourage the little man any further.

“milo i told ya not to cuss until you’re ten—”

“ten?!” you giggled loudly and let your hand fall, sticking your fork in your lasagna and eating. “as long as he cusses with you and not at you… i think it should be fine!”

katsuki stopped.

you get it. or you rile up his bad cussing habit. either or he might as well have found his fucking soulmate.

“miss pretty!” milo called.

“yes my love?”

“do you have a boyfriend?”

katsuki smacked a hand on his forehead and you snickered.

“i don’t!” you grinned. “why milo?”

“because i want you to be my new—”

“milo if ya shut your mouth right now i’ll buy you two new race cars tomorrow.”

his son gasped dramatically and pursed his lips shut, eyes big and excited as he tried to contain himself and do as told.

“his new what?” you tilted your head cutely, katsuki’s heart hammering against his rib cage as he stuffed his mouth with food.

he shrugged. “the fuck should i know?”

“but i wanna know!” you pouted, taking your final bites of your yummy dinner.

he swallowed.

“do you want dessert?”

you gasped. “oh my god yes! i do!”

“then i suggest you shut your mouth too.”

you laughed over the table, quickly nodding as you pursed your lips like milo and pinched your thumb and index finger together, running it across your mouth and twisting your wrist like a pretend lock before dropping your hand in your lap, giddy and excited over dessert.

katsuki playfully rolled his eyes and stood, collecting all of your plates and stacking them on top of each other before taking them over to the sink.

“dad!” milo called as he bounced in his seat, katsuki grunting in response.

“what’d you make for dessert!”

“mochi.”

“yaaaayyyyy!” he cheered happily. “can i eat it with y/n in the living room?”

katsuki’s brows furrowed. “the living room?”

“yeah!” milo exclaimed. “so i can keep showing her my race cars!”

he struggled for a moment before eventually nodding. “alright… but don’t make a mess i just cleaned—”

you and milo ended up building a fucking fort once he gave you the all clear, you both saying something about it adding to the ambiance as you used the couch cushions for makeshift walls and milo’s choo choo train sheets for the roof and tent, katsuki before he knew it his entire living room a fucking mess as the three of you sat amongst the scattered about pillows and blankets eating your bits of mochi, milo mainly inside the little tent you made for him as you and katsuki were too big to fit inside with him.

his living room was a mess… but he didn’t mind.

katsuki didn’t mind the mess.

your way of living was entirely different from his, as yours had everything to do with mess due to your full time job with kids— paint all over your hands and face, marker stains on your clothes and sticky glue residue and pieces of cut up construction paper somehow in your hair, all things katsuki despised for years and made sure his house never reflected any of that.

but in that moment, with his living room in complete disarray and the positioning of his couches utterly fucked up? the dishes still in the sink and the table still set?

katsuki didn’t fucking care.

because he had never seen his son so happy. he had never seen him so excited and hyper as you helped him set up and somehow tie fairy lights that katsuki had somewhere up in his attic for holiday seasons around the fort, you looking fucking gorgeous under the dim dark lightning as you read milo one of his favorite children’s books you got from his little shelf in his room— ‘the very hungry caterpillar,’ one of your favorites too as his son followed along with you and giggled whenever you’d make a silly joke only a five year old would find funny.

and katsuki felt warm… that’s all he ever felt when he was around you.

is this what it was like to be a family?

“oh my goodness i almost forgot!” you quickly sat up and handed milo the book, him taking it as you crawled over and reached for your bag. “i brought something for you honey!”

milo gasped and sat up. “really?! what?!”

you pulled out a ceramic cream colored globe with hollowed out stars, a small bulb inside as you scooched on your knees back over to a curious katsuki and milo.

“woah..” his son whispered. “what is it?”

you smiled and reached for the nearest outlet, plugging in the little globe and flicking a switch.

the darkened room illuminated itself then with the soft murmur of a lullaby playing, star shaped shadows slowly shifting around the entire living room as milo gasped and stood, frantically pointing at each moving shadow and gushing while his little mind was trying to process how cool and fascinating this was.

and all katsuki could do was stare at you.

stare at the way you sat back on your ankles and pointed with milo, counting how many stars you could see before it shifted and repeating that for fun, stare at the way both of your eyes glowed with wonder and curiosity, and stare at the way you smiled so gracefully and looked unreal now under the starry lights, his heart on overdrive at how gentle you were and how much you cared about his son.

about him.

and katsuki was sure then he was absolutely sick over you.

you all settled after a while of playing games and eating more mochi, especially milo, the little lullaby knocking him out as he snored next to you in his fort, you and katsuki laying down next to each other as you stared up at the shifting stars.

“i’m sorry i made such a mess in your living room..” you whispered bashfully. “i promise i’ll pick everything up before i leave.”

he shook his head. “don’t worry about it i can pick up. it’s fine.”

you smiled at him warmly before looking back up at the ceiling, feet planted on the blanketed flooring as your mindlessly moved your propped up knees side to side.

“was it hard raising milo on your own kats?” you asked softly, fingers wrung together neatly on your tummy.

“it was at first.” he mumbled. “but i got used to doin’ it on my own.”

you frowned, not particularly happy with the idea that katsuki had to raise a human being on his own without any help or guidance, wishing that he would’ve had someone there to help him every once in a while, or just be there for him.

“you did an exceptional job, okay?” you began. “you should know that... milo is such an honest kid… and he’s so precious too.”

katsuki’s eyes softened, and he couldn’t bring himself to look at you in fear of you noticing his stupid flustered face as he opted for keeping his gaze glued to the starry ceiling, your sugary peachy perfume not fucking helping as he decided to sit up instead.

“he is.” he grunted softly. “don’t know how his mom didn’t see that.”

you faltered and sat up with him.

“what do you mean?”

katsuki eyed you before looking down, hands flat behind him propping himself up as he thought.

“ah… milo happened because of some random hookup i had in college.” he mumbled. “didn’t love her or anythin’, i barely knew her but still told her i’d support her and the baby obviously.”

you nodded, encouraging him to continue.

“i was there through her entire pregnancy and when milo was born… but the minute she got discharged from the hospital and took him with her, i woke up at four in the mornin’ with a knock on my door and milo left abandoned on my doorstep.”

you gasped, hand hovering over your mouth.

“are you— are you serious?”

katsuki nodded.

“she wouldn’t answer my calls, my texts, nothing. i went to her house and found out she took the first flight she could to fuck knows where.” he shook his head bitterly. “but i didn’t give a shit about me i’ll raise him i don’t care. it was never about me.

he looked at you. “it was about milo. i didn’t want him to know that his ‘mom’ left him behind like that, and i didn’t want him to think it was his fault or anythin’… shits ridiculous.”

katsuki shifted his gaze back up to the ceiling. “still don’t know how she could ever do something like that.”

the sound of a hiccup make his eyes widen and snap back to you, your eyes filled with fat tears as your bottom lip wobbled, hands coming up to cup over your mouth and nose as you tried to keep it in.

“you’re crying?”

you nodded, squeaky slight sobs slipping past your throat as you strained to keep everything down.

“that’s so cruel.” you cried softly, embarrassingly drowning in your tears in front of him yet again. “you didn’t deserve that at all kats… milo didn’t deserve that you both should’ve had such a good mommy and— and a good support system—”

katsuki pushed himself up and wrapped his big arms around your shoulders, pulling you in and rubbing a hand up and down your back comfortingly.

“you cry over everything y/n.”

“s—” hic! “—sorry—”

he laid the side of his head on top of yours as you shook, somehow feeling guilty of what he told you just because of how much you were crying.

more than when he gave you those star shaped fruits.

“oi…”

katsuki pulled back and looked at you, reaching up and wiping your tears with his thumbs.

“don’t cry baby…”

baby?!

you funnily sobbed even more and shoved your face in his chest, him chuckling as he wrapped his arms back around you and gently swayed side to side.

“stop it idiot.” he mumbled. “it’s fine. it happened years ago n’ milo and i have always been alright on our own.”

…but he wanted you now.

now that he knew what it was like to be softly cared for by someone precious like you, to feel what it was like to be warm and fuzzy and sunshine and rainbows and candy all of the time… and katsuki wanted you so. bad.

“i know..” you hiccuped. “and i’m really glad but i just wish you had someone.”

you pulled away and quickly wiped your wet cheeks. “m’sorry i cried all over your shirt—”

“don’t give a fuck.”

you breathed out a laugh and dropped your hands in your lap, looking at your fingers as you sniffed.

you were always crying for him.

“y/n.”

“yeah?”

he looked to the side with a blush to his cheeks.

“thanks for comin’ today.”

you smiled brightly and nodded.

“of course kats! how could i not?” you looked behind you to a sleeping milo, reaching over and pulling his blanket a little further up his shoulders. “i want you to know that i wanna be there for you and milo…”

he shifted his gaze to you as you turned back around.

“whether— whether you wanna keep seeing me or not—” you gnawed nervously at the inside of your cheek. “which i hope you do! but— but if not that’s totally fine i just want to be there for you both…”

how were you so pure? so thoughtful?

“why the hell wouldn’t i wanna keep seeing you?” he huffed, grumbly and embarrassed as he pursed his lips. “i’d be stupid as fuck not to…”

you blushed, happy shiny eyes looking at him eagerly like he was everything and more, and he wasn’t used to people looking at him like that whatsoever as your gaze flickered down to his lips and back up.

and you were so pretty.

“y/n.”

“mhm?”

he slowly leaned closer.

“would you be mad if i made a move on you—”

“of course not—”

katsuki lunged and planted his rough lips on yours, you tasting like straight sugar and honey as he placed his big hands on the sides of you head and held you like a piece of delicate glass, kissing and sliding your tongues in each others mouths rather quickly and breathy as he moved one hand from your pretty face down to your waist to grip it.

you placed your hands on the blanketed floor and slowly crawled over to him during the makeout, him reaching and wrapping the rest of his built muscly arms around your waist and pulling you to straddle his lap as he ran his hands up and down your sides and back, wanting to feel you as much as he possibly could and squeeze you tight as he gulped your little self down, brows furrowed and lips red.

katsuki pulled away and ran his fiery wet mouth across your jaw and to the spot right below your ear on the side of your neck, your hands gripping his broad shoulders as he bit and sucked and still squeezed you, manhandling you in a way and eating you up.

your eyes fluttered open once you heard a slight rustle, your line of sight catching milo shifting a little in his sleep.

“k—kats—” you breathlessly whispered, pushing a little at his shoulders.

he grunted.

“milo—” you pointed. “he’s waking up—”

“the fucks that gotta do with us—”

“kats!”

he groaned and pulled his mouth from you, scowling over to see his son only shifted positions and was now directly facing the both of you, tiny eyes closed as he drooled and was probably dreaming about race cars and his dads shark shaped pb & j sandwiches.

“the little runt is fine—” he shoved his face back in and gnawed at your neck again as you gasped.

“nooo!” you whined and giggled softly. “now i’m scared he’s gonna wake up…”

he huffed and officially pulled away this time, red eyes dilated and half lidded as he looked over your pinky cheeks and shy face, the purple and blue mark he made on your neck making the right side of his lips curve up into a little prideful smirk, you too distracted to notice over the way he clutched and loosened up the hold on your waist repeatedly.

katsuki kept you on his lap and scooched himself down, laying on his back and head on the pillow as he nudged you to lay on him completely over his chest and body, you more than happy to do so as you settled your head on his pecs and got comfortable with his strong arms around you— feeling so safe and looked after.

and you hadn’t expected to sleep over… but you just didn’t wanna leave, and katsuki sure as hell didn’t want you to either as you softly and quietly talked over the small tinkling of the lullaby and milo’s soft breathing, shadowy stars still slowly shifting around you as you easily switched between various topics— ranging from serious to silly as you ran a loving hand over his chest and his on your back, the both of you subconsciously lulling each other to sleep until you were just as passed out on the floor as milo.

since then, katsuki didn’t wanna let you out of his sight.

as if he wasn’t already involved enough with milo’s school activities because of you, this man became a fucking member of the pta and volunteered himself for every single event so as long as you were there, helping you out especially with fundraisers and bake sales as his desserts always sold out quicker than anything else and made bank as he snickered and boasted at the other parents that weren’t selling as much, you giving him a silly glare that never failed to shut him right up as he wanted to be good for you and not upset you.

the front desk lady even went from hating him to loving him, katsuki grumbling and chucking her a bag of leftover fundraiser chocolate chip cookies on her desk as he passed by to drop off milo in the mornings, serving as a ticket way in and to get her to shut up now instead of yelling at him from down the hall.

and he continued to give you yummy star shaped fruits.

except now some days they looked like hearts or little flowers, and he always made his fruit assortments different so you wouldn’t get tired of them and added different dippings like caramel or chocolate hazelnut, you gushing and nearly bawling literally everyday whenever you’d open the container and milo giggling at you during lunch.

you also never went a day without stopping by or staying over at katsuki’s house since your first initial date, your days so much fun and filled with love as you ate lunch or dinner with the two of them, laughing at milo’s sporadic comments or katsuki’s barking and scolding while you either played with milo, helped katsuki clean up the house and him the kitchen or you the kitchen and vice versa, or simply cuddle on the couch with kisses shared amongst you and katsuki— the three of you with milo seated peacefully and comfortable in the middle while you watched a movie or lulled the little man to sleep.

and katsuki had never felt so complete as he started leaving messes behind without even realizing or stressing about it, and he didn’t know when the fuck it was that he turned so soft and sappy— the change a bit strange to those who knew him as he was just a teeny weeny less explosive and angry over small things, and more so when it came to you and his son.

“make sure you keep your little bucket hat on honey, okay? it’s hot today and i don’t want you to tire yourself out milo.”

the end of the year field trip for the kindergarteners this year was a voyage to the local wildlife sanctuary, a gorgeous exhibit that sat right next to the national science museum in your city, its main attraction being the 25 foot koi pond and butterfly wonderland that housed various butterfly species and their little habitats— the kids field trip assignment being to count how many they see throughout the day and pick one koi fish and butterfly to draw on their journals.

katsuki, of course, volunteered as a chaperone.

“single file line please my loves!” you called, hand by your mouth. “and don’t seperate from your friends okay?! everyone stay where i can see—”

“oi!” katsuki barked, snapping and pointing at a rogue kid who decided to break free from the line and run across the grass. “the fuck do you think you’re doing!—”

“kats!” you breathed out a shocked laugh. “you’re gonna get me fired if you talk to the kids like that—”

“shit! sorry— i’m sorry baby hold on—”

katsuki booked it across the grassy lawn and caught up with the running kid on the other side, the rest of your class giggling and cackling as katsuki swooped him up with one arm and dangled him upside down while he kicked and swung tiny punches to his abs, katsuki not even flinching.

“do that again and see what happens brat.” he spat, the little kid not having a single care in the world as he giggled with the rest of the class, all of them deviously planning to piss katsuki off as much as possible since his outbursts were just funny.

“okay okay—” you smiled apologetically at him before taking the dangling boy from his arm and setting him back down, fixing over his clothes and backpack before patting his head and standing upright.

“no more running alright?” you placed your hands on your hips. “don’t we wanna see some cute little fishies and butterflies?!”

“yeeeeaaaahhhh!!” the babies cheered excitedly, each of them immediately returning to their designated spots in two lines as you grabbed your line leaders tiny hands and started the walk down the grassy field to the sanctuary.

“lemme help ya with one line baby—” katsuki went to grab one of your line leaders hands until they burst into a crying fit.

“no! no! i wanna hold miss y/n’s hand!”

katsuki’s eyes narrowed. “what’s so bad about me hah?”

“you’re ugly! miss y/n is pretty!”

the rest of the kids ruptured, laughing as katsuki sent death glares to a literal child, about to spout something nasty until his eyes flickered to your pleading face, his muscles instantly relaxing as he casted his gaze to the ground with a grumble.

you giggled and gave him a sweet kiss to his cheek in gratitude, his face flushing as he eyed your deep blue overalls and pinky shirt and the way your sunglasses sat pretty in your hair on top of your head.

“what honey?” you tilted your head.

“none of your business.”

you snickered and nudged your shoulder with his, looking over at milo from somewhere in the line to make sure he was okay before walking up the front gates of the sanctuary.

the wildlife guide met you once you all were cleared and inside the greenhouse, your kids absolutely restless as they ‘listened’ to whatever the guide had to say and just wanting to break free and run around to look at all of the fishies and butterflies like you had promised, and you not even listening either as you drooled over the way katsuki’s muscles looked under his t-shirt.

“any questions sweetheart?”

“huh?” your eyes snapped to the guide, cheeks pink as you quickly shook your head. “oh! no not at all! thank you ma’am!”

“alrighty then! just please make sure to tell your students—”

suddenly your two perfect lines broke apart as the kids started running around and pointing at fluttering butterflies and screaming, the guide looking like she’d seen a ghost as the usual quiet and serene sanctuary was now the epitome of noise.

“i’m sorry! i’m sorry—” you guiltily apologized. “my kids will settle down they’re just excited is all…”

the guide kindly waved you off before walking back to the main office, you turning and expecting to see katsuki standing next to you, but faltering once you saw he was on the other side and pulling one of your kids down that had climbed up the gates of one of the sanctuaries closed off exhibits.

“oh god..” you mumbled, about to make your way over until you spotted milo in a corner alone, staring at one of the koi ponds.

“milo?” you called softly, walking up to him.

your heart sank once he turned and you saw his little tear filled eyes and wobbling lip.

“oh no!” you gasped, crouching down and taking his tiny hands in yours. “what’s wrong my love? are you okay? is it too hot?”

you pushed some of his spiky blonde bangs back from his sweaty forehead as he shook his head.

“i can’t draw!” he sniffled. “and the koi fishies keep moving…”

your shoulders relaxed in relief.

“that’s okay!” you took his journal and pencil, wiping his wet cheeks as you smiled sweetly. “as long as we’re patient with the fishies, they’ll swim back and you can draw them again!”

you opened his journal and flipped to a new blank page, the both of you waiting quietly until a big chubby koi fish swam by.

“there!” milo whispered and pointed, and you quickly drew what you could, just making out the shape of the body before it disappeared again.

“and now we wait!” you grinned up at him. “the fishy will come back around and you’ll be able to draw it again.”

“kayyy!!”

“and you can draw milo. i’ve seen your artwork in class, remember? you always get a gold star!”

he giggled. “i do miss pretty!”

you ran a soothing hand over his back before passing his journal back.

“now you try honey—”

“i love you.”

you froze and looked up, katsuki standing there with a sincere and vulnerable look in his eye.

you stood from your crouched position and looked at him wide eyed.

“i’m not— i’m not good at this kinda shit at all and i always say somethin’ dumb but i do.”

“kats—”

“and i’m sorry it took me so long to say it but i tried to make it obvious with my stupid shaped fruits n’ shit… and i always thought you kinda just knew…”

milo was too busy focusing on catching glimpses of the koi fish to draw with his tongue peeking out to even realize what was going on next to him.

“you’re so patient baby. the way you are with me… the way you are with my kid. i need that in my life and i can’t live without it at this point…” he spoke genuinely. “your fuckin’ fault.”

you giggled and covered your face with your hands, face hot to the touch and bashful at everything he was telling you.

“come here.”

you listened and walked forward, dropping your arms as you wrapped them around his abdomen and his around your head, squishing you in his big chest as he propped his chin up.

“do you love me too or what.” he frowned. “cause if not this is shitty and embarrassing—”

“no i do!” you giggled, pulling away and giving him a cheeky smile. “i do kats you know that… i love you. so much.”

he smiled and pecked your lips. “good, miss pretty.”

katsuki had heard the entire conversation you had with his son, your words seeping with such tenderness and care, and he almost passed the fuck out when he thought about how much of a blessing you were, something he’d be a fool not to snatch up and take as he nearly fucking proposed to you in the middle of the sanctuary like an idiot, not knowing at all how a person that pissed people off for a living was loved by a woman who was the definition of pure.

because how the fuck did an angry dunce like him, get lucky with an angel like you?

“oh my god that dumbass kid is climbin’ the fence again— oi!”

katsuki quickly kissed your cheek before flying to the other side of the sanctuary, you doubling over in laughter as you watched him fight and tug and pull, your student not budging at all whatsoever and the rest of the kids laughing at how red katsuki was getting in the face.

“miss pretty!” milo tugged at your overalls, and you looked down to see him holding up his open journal, a cute wobbly sketch of a koi fish on the page as he smiled big. “i drew it! do you like it?!”

“wow milo!” you gushed, crouching down to his level and taking the journal, examining his artwork. “this is beautiful my love! see? i knew you could do it!”

“thank youuu!” he responded sweetly, his little cheeks blushing as he looked at you like he had another thing he wanted to say.

you tilted your head. “do you wanna tell me something else?”

“yeaaahhh.” he dragged. “please love my dad… i know he’s mean but— but he doesn’t mean it!”

your eyes softened as milo looked down at his shoes.

“and love me too… because i want you to be my new mommy…”

you quickly blinked back tears as to not alarm milo, surprisingly successful at preventing them from slipping down your face.

“i do love your dad honey… and you. the both of you i love so so much.”

he beamed. “really?!”

you nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. “and i thought i was already your mommy milo!”

the little man gasped and flung his arms around your neck.

“YAAAYYY!” he yelled. “miss pretty is my mommy! i have a mommy now!”

ever since you came into katsuki’s life, his way of living materialized into something completely different.

because now instead of his house being plain and boring and organized from top to bottom without a single thing out of place— it was warm now… happy. and never went a day without smelling like cookies and vanilla as you and katsuki baked with milo any chance you could, set up more pillow forts and tents with starry ceilings, and slept with milo in his room as he snored content in his little bed, you sprawled directly on top of katsuki like he always had you as you both every day intended to leave after putting his son to rest, but ending up falling asleep on the floor each time.

the three of you were a little family.

and katsuki didn’t know why he hated messes so much in the first place.

because mess signified that something had been there, something sunny and tender, something that signified family as you peppered kisses over both your boys’ faces everyday and katsuki drowning you in his rough ones— your man squeezing you so tight all of the time and anywhere, as milo wasn’t just his son now but yours too as you took him to the park or to the aquarium on your days off, the three of you gently living as both of milo’s small hands were occupied now instead of just one.

katsuki’s life looked like it had been generously cherished and lived in for a change.

and katsuki bakugo loved messes.

so as long as they were from you.

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[kurooh]

HORNY BRAINROT.

☆ includes: aged up! various characters from bnha

☆ warnings: 18+ content, reader is gn or fem depending on the scenario, drug use (weed & alcohol), somnophilia (consent given prior!!), nsfw. not proofread

thinking of izuku coming back home after a long day at the agency; he bends you over the kitchen table you were both about to eat on, and he skips dinner and goes in for dessert between your thighs.

sucking on eijirou’s cock desperately while he pushes your head down and tells you to take it. when he gets close, he yanks your head off him and you switch to jerking him off, your eyes closing as his cum sprays on your face. he groans loudly when you sweep your fingers across your wet skin and then suck on them, looking up at him innocently.

always a lover of public sex, dabi fucks you in alleyways, on rooftops, behind cars at night, and all across the city. he especially enjoys taking you from behind, your back pressed against his chest and his hand wrapped around your throat — he often fucks you like this in sight of the sky during the #2 hero’s patrols.

sometimes hitoshi can’t sleep, so he gently pulls the blankets away from your sleeping figure, admiring you in the dark. he’ll kiss your tummy, hips, and pelvis, then peel away your underwear, his tongue rushing to taste the sweetness between your folds. when you cum, you moan as though you’re in a dream, rarely waking up — occasionally he’ll make you cum so hard you wake up gasping his name.

keigo finds himself feeling overwhelmed when you ride him, his eyes rolling back and his entire body shaking each time he sees your greedy pussy swallow the whole length of his cock. as he unravels more and more, his wings represent how he feels with their wild movements. when he cums loudly, his wings rush in, wrapping around the both of you, pulling you close to him.

despite his shy demeanor, tamaki is a FREAK. he’ll have you sit in a chair, blindfolded, limbs tied to the back and the legs. then, he’ll tease you with kisses and touches, lightly slapping your thighs if you try to pull free to touch him. after a long while, he’ll spread your pussy open and spit onto your clit, then tease you further.

speaking of spitting, katsuki enjoys spitting into your pussy as well, or making you spit onto his cock to lube it up for sex or jerking him off.

i offer u: denki + hanta tag team. hanta’s on his back, your back is on his chest, his cock is stretching out your ass. while he’s thrusting up into your ass and holding you close, denki’s fucking in and out of your pussy with his overstimulated cock. his cum drips from your cunt and trickles down hanta’s cock, adding more lubrication. a threesome with these two would be insane because they would try out every position and cum once from it before stopping.

despite hating it when you edge him, shoto loves it. he’ll sigh shakily, hissing out, “ah— god, make me cum already, stop fucking with me!” but when you let him get real close, he begs you to stop and edge him. it’s confusing but ultimately he enjoys it, and always cries when he cums after edging.

drinking with katsuki always gets rowdy; he’ll show you off, get jealous more easily, and fuck you harder. after a night at the bar and way too many shots, he hops into an uber with you and heads to an expensive hotel instead of your home. katsuki books a big room, the one with the best view of the city and streets (it’s also 2-4 stories up from the lobby). when you get into the room, he practically rips your clothes off, pushing you against the big window overseeing the people and cars beneath. then, he fucks you right against the window, your tits pressed against the glass.

dry humping with eijirou in his agency office with an unlocked door, his hard cock rubbing against your pussy through layers and layers of clothing. when his precum is dripping through his underwear, and your panties are soaked with your slick, he removes whatever’s in the way, besides your underwear. when you start to get loud as his clothed cock creates more friction against you, he pulls off your wet underwear and stuffs them into your mouth, saying, “shh, baby. you have to be quiet, okay? don’t want any of the staff coming in, right?”

sharing a joint with keigo on the balcony of your shared apartment, plumes of smoke swirling around you as he spreads your legs. he always enjoys making out with your pussy before he eats you out, taking your folds and clit between his lips as he drags his tongue against you. he stares up at you with reddened eyes, desperate for your approving moans and facial expressions.

being fucked doggy style by izuku, either in your pussy or ass, as he praises you and your beautiful reflection in the mirror. “oh, you’re so gorgeous.. make me feel so damn lucky every time i look at you.” if you refuse to look, he leans over you, his pecs pressing into your upper back as he tugs your chin. he demands, “watch yourself cum” or “if you look away, i’ll stop pounding you”

shoto always cums within a few minutes of 69ing with you.. the way you desperately hump at his face and gobble down his cock always proves to be too damn much for him. he used to feel embarrassed, but now he just pushes through the overstimulation and adjusts you how he likes, slurping at your pussy loudly as you moan on his cock.

sexting with denki during his work hours, and sending him sneaky photos of your tits/ass/pussy when you know he’s busy. he’s always so quick to read your messages, and he rushes to the bathroom to hide his boner in a stall. he texts you to tell you what he’s gonna do to you, how desperate he is, or he’ll send mirror selfies, his hard cock visible through his pants.

phone sex with dabi, who easily makes you torture yourself. and god, does he sound good — he tells you what to do, rewarding you with his moans/groans or pictures. he’ll talk you through your orgasm, demanding that you keep fingering yourself or stop to ruin it. if you sob over his instructions, he’ll briefly reassure you, and then tell you to shut up and do what he says (he reminds you to be a good girl/slut or threatens to not fuck you).

god.. hitoshi loves filming you going dumb on his cock. most of the videos in his ‘us vids’ folder start off with him praising you as he moves the camera around your body, capturing every inch of you. “so pretty, god damn.” as the video progresses from gentle to rougher, his hand is wrapped around your neck, squeezing enough for you to gasp often. you’re a mess, babbling pleas as you cry his name, eyes rolling back and drool slipping from the corner of your mouth. by the time he’s cumming, you’re begging for him to fill you up, not a single other thought in your head. later, still filming, he thumbs away the saliva at the corner of your mouth; he kisses you and asks if you’re okay.

food play with tamaki, who eagerly gobbles strawberries off your tits, or the whipped cream designs all over your pelvis. even after your skin is free from all the sweetness or its residue, he licks you hungrily, then starts to bite hickeys into your skin. he blushes when you pinch one of his sensitive ears between your fingers and give it a tug — “tamaki, put your tongue to good use and eat me out.”

[r4spb3rr13s]

things they do that make your heart skip a beat

♱ bakugou, kirishima, midoriya, todoroki, kaminari, shinsou

fluffy and suggestive 😔

disclaimer this could all js be niche stuff i find attractive…

bakugou

♱ wears black compression shirts and tank tops that cling to his biceps, shows uncharacteristic patience helping you with schoolwork, blushes when he catches you looking at him, grabs your hips when he walks past you, cooks shirtless with a ‘kiss the cook’ apron on, chronic manspreader, reverses the car with his hand on your seat and looking over his shoulder yk exactly what im talking about

kirishima

♱ makes you sit on his back when he does press ups - will then proceed to do one handed press ups while grinning at you in the gym mirror, poses after a work out for you, wipes stuff off your face and (if edible duh) licks it off his thumb, has the worlds deepest morning voice, hugs you from behind CONSTANTLY - if he could glue himself to your backside you better believe he would

midoriya

♱ IS RESPECTFUL TO HIS MOTHER 😫😫, will hurl himself out the car to come open your door for you, gives you the most insightful opinions of clothes, makeup, whatever, rubs his thumb over your hand when he holds your hand, holds the door open for you without a second thought, the sidewalk rule <3, saves every. single. photo. you send him

todoroki

♱ pays for everything before you can protest, sends you flowers with little notes attached randomly, brushes/styles your hair for you, will sit for hours in changing rooms w you and make you do 360s for every outfit, takes candids of you and refuses to delete any of them, constantly leans down so you can speak in his ear and you get a big whiff of his fancy cologne, speaks diff languages 🥹

kaminari

♱ leans his hands on the tops of doorways when he’s talking to you, pulls you in by your belt loops to talk to you, leans over in the middle of serious conversations to whisper a stupid joke in your ear that you have to struggle not to cackle at, wears rings and lets you play with them, calls you “m’lady” and “ma’am” when you’re annoyed at him, whenever he zips you up in a dress or buttons you up he’ll kiss the back of your neck and your shoulders, is really good with his little baby and toddler cousins 🩷🩷🩷

shinsou

♱ “yeah?” “mhmm?” WHEEWWW SIR, plays guitar for you and sends u vids of him playing songs u request, stretches and his shirts always lift up to show off his happy trail 🙂‍↕️, drags you down to sit in his lap for EVERY activity he does - paperwork, video games, whatever, has constant bedroom eyes???, tugs on your hair to get your attention, had to lean back and adjust himself everytime he sits down bc he wears the baggiest pants in existence

do i need to start a taglist?

[uwtloml]

Ok so what if we accidentally send the mha boys nudes

- 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯��� 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘩𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘴!

𝘧𝘵. 𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰𝘶, 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘬𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪, 𝘦𝘫𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢, 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰, 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪, 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪, 𝘬𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘸𝘢

a/n i hope i added all the characters u wanted 🤍

[simp2537]

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

A/n: Timeskip for like two years later. We get Auntie Nemuri(Midnight)!!! Protective dadzawa😁😁. Series triggers bellow.

Word Count: 1,451 words

Trigger Warnings: Gore, Blood, Horror, Cursing, Child Abuse, Human experiments, Child abandonment, Angst, Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, Insomnia, etc

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖎𝖛𝖊

Aizawa walked towards the training ground of U.A as Nezu rode along in his scarf. Nezu went on and on about Y/n file but Aizawa didn’t really paid attention. As the pair made it to the grounds they saw Y/n sitting in the ground, eyes shut and mediating. 

Strangely colored mushrooms and flowers flowed all around her. Her hair was tied up in a loose style. Most likely done by Nemuri who watched her while grading some papers.

“Extraordinary isn’t she.” Nezu mumbled softly. The principal watched her with such intrigue. 

“Yeah, she is.” Aizawa answered as Nezu climbed down.

“Her quirk is one of the most versatile quirks I’ve ever seen. She can do some many different things.” Nezu said while hold up Y/n’s file up to Aizawa. Aizawa gently took the file and read it carefully.

Subject 108 

WonderCorps

Subject 108 shows great signs of strength, power and agility. She has withstood many of our expectations and experiments. The only issues that we’ve run in his her determination to protect the other experiments. She’s given five of them names. She won’t let the other doctors near them and uses her abilities to protect them. Her abilities grow stronger as she does. Yesterday I placed her in the glass room with three other experiments and they didn’t stand a chance. She turned them into dust within a few minutes. If she continues to progress like this we will have our Alice in no time. 

~ signed Doctor Glass

Aizawa closed her file from the WonderCorps and watched as Y/n shot up. She was showing Nemuri a colorful flower. Nezu took the file back and tucked it under his arm. 

“Did you find the missing files yet?” Aizawa asked and Nemuri began to bring Y/n over to them. Nezu shook his head.

“No, the five file after Y/n’s are still missing. We’ve checked the whole facility. Most things were burnt up. We took all the evidence and I have all the video tapes in my office.” Nezu said. Y/n looked over at him and shot her body forward. 

“DOOR MOUSE!” Y/n yelled as she ran forward. Right before she was going to crash into Nezu and give him a big hug she stopped. Instead she crashed into Aizawas legs and he was pushed back a little. 

Aizawa hugged onto his daughter as she held a big smile on her face. 

“DAD! DAD! LOOK LOOK!” Y/n shouted while jumping up and down a little. She held out her and and the air in her palms began to warp and glow with all colors of the rainbow. A orange and pink flower with a bright yellow stem appeared. Y/n held it out for Aizawa to take.

Aizawa took the colorful flower with a small smile. He places the flower in his pocket as Y/n made another one for Nezu. 

“Why thank you N/n.” Nezu said as he held onto his flower. 

“You’re welcome Door Mous- I mean Nezu.” Y/n smiled as she corrected herself. Aizawa combed his hand through her daughter hair gently as Nemuri stood next to him. Nemuri sent him a small look and Aizawa nodes his head.

Nezu took Y/n towards the office. Y/n held a big smile as she pounced up and down. 

“Are we going to go for tea?” Y/n asked as her light blue dress pounced up and down. Nezu nodded as he lead her away. Aizawa turned to Nemuri with a confused look.

“What is it Midnight?” Aizawa asked.

Nemuri turned to him with a slight glare.

“Aizawa you know what I’m about to say.” Nemuri said.

“No Midnight, it’s way too soon for that.” Aizawa insisted.

“Aizawa, she needs to interact with kids her age.” Nemuri explained while crossing her arms. Aizawa shook his head with a slight glare. 

“Absolutely not! Midnight she’s not ready for that yet. We’ve only had her for two years, she still loses control and what if something happened?” 

Midnight sighed softly and looked back Aizawa. She kept her arms crossed as she stared at him.

“Aizawa she’s made lots of improvements since we saved her. You need to socialize her with other kids.” Midnight argued.

“Midnight there’s still so much we don’t know about Y/n, about her powers. We still haven’t learned everything. Plus there are still times where she doesn’t show or process her emotions and feeling correctly” Aizawa said.

Midnight groaned in frustration. Aizawa wasn’t listening to what she was saying. She wasn’t asking him to put her in school. She was just asking to have her meet kids her age.

“I’m not saying put her school, I’m saying she needs friends.” Midnight hissed.

Aizawa groaned and rubbbed his eyes. He was too tired for this. Sure he knew eventually Y/n would need friend her age but this was too soon. Yes Y/n had come a long way from that kid in a hospital but they didn’t know what things could set her emotions off.

Maybe Midnight was right. Maybe Y/n did need to meet some kids her own age. Aizawa sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Okay.”

“O-okay?”

“Yeah, okay. I’ll see what I can do.” 

Midnight stared at Aizawa’s back as her began to walk away. Midnight stood frozen for a moment.

“Wait! Aizawa what do you mean okay?” Midnight shrieked from the grounds. 

“I mean I’ll find her a friend.” Aizawa shouted back. 

As her turned his back to her again and rubbed his face. As he walked towards Nezu’s office he thought to himself. How could he give his daughter a friend without endangering another child. As Aizawa opened the door to Nezu’s office Y/n sat drinking her tea softly.

Nezu placed his phone down and picked up his tea cup. Nezu motioned to the empty chair and began to pour some tea for Aizawa. Before Aizawa could add and sugar the sugar pot began to float. The spoon picked up some sugar and placed it into his tea.

Multiple colors surround the tea cup and spoon as Y/n used her quirk to mix in the sugar. Aizawa watched his daughter carefully. She held her tongue out a little and had her eyes closed. 

When the sugar had been mixed in properly Y/n floated the tea cup towards her dad. Aizawa sent her a small smile as he took the tea cup. Y/n smiled brightly as she went back to her own tea.

“How did your conversation with Midnight go?” Nezu questioned as he sipped his tea. Aizawa snuck a quick glance at Y/n and saw she was occupied with floating the tea cups.

“Midnight wants to socialize Y/n with kids her own age.” Aizawa grumbled as he took a small sip. His face turned unpleasant, Y/n had out too much sugar.

“That girls sweet tooth is something else.” Aizawa mumbles softly. 

“Oh yes, Midnight did mention that to me.” Nezu said. Aizawa turned to Nezu with a tired look.

“You didn’t think to tell me?” Aizawa groaned. Nezu sent him a small smile as he looked over at Y/n. Colorful butterflies flew around her and landed in her hair. The butterflies became small clips in her hair. 

Aizawa smiles softly at her as a small mouse appears in her lap. The mouse is dressed in old Victoria clothes. The mouse his a light brown color with pink ears and nose. Y/n talks softly with the Door Mouse. 

Aizawa still doesn’t completely understand how this creatures or as Y/n makes him call the her friends appear. No one really knows where they come from.

“I thought you’d agree, Y/n needs friends that her age and need to socialize.” Nezu replied softly. Aizawa rested his elbows on Nezu’s desk. 

“Who was that you were in the phone with?” Aizawa questions trying to change the subject.

“Endeavor, he was inquiring about Y/n.” Nezu sipped his tea as Y/n handed him a beautifully draw landscape. It was filled with different sized and differently colored mushrooms. A purple checked path on the ground lead to a large green castle.

“What? Why?” Aizawa asked as his head shot up. Endeavor wasn’t really fond of Y/n like the others were. When she was rescued Y/n didn’t seem to like Endeavor.

“He didn’t say, he was just asking about her improvement.” Nezu say as her hung up the landscape next to the many other drawings Y/n had given him. 

Aizawa looked down at Y/n as she drew and talking her her mouse friend. An idea popped into Aizawa’s head.

“Nezu, Endeavor has a son around Y/n’s age right?” Aizawa asked shooting Y/n a small glance.

“I believe so? Why?” 

“I think I just found a friend for Y/n.”

[ruerecs]

PSA! you don't have to have smut in your fic to make it good.

for all the butthurt people in my reblogs, i’m literally a writer too. that’s literally why i made this post, never said you shouldn’t. just said you don’t have to? (all the people complaining about this post just know i’m laughing at your replies🙂‍↕️)

[anime-rambles]

🩵Tiff's end of year event 🩵

First year of running this account and everyone support has been so amazing. The new year I have so many long fics coming out, like A LOT, currently within the double digits.

So as a little something, I'm opening up short requests/promts/blurs, mostly for fun. So request away, please include character (mha & aot) and one or two of the saying below.

I'm back on nighthshift in work, and I hope to bash out alot of them, my goal is 12, one for each month of the year that i've been on this account and hopefully I should have them out within a week after I close requests, It won't take a year, dont worry.

List - One or two with Character/s

1. "You just don't get it, do you"

2. "You came" "You called"

3. "You dont seem to know, or care what your doing to me!"

4. "Dont even look at me right now"

5. "Did you just..."

6. "It's come to my attention that you dont know who I am."

7. "Babe... what are you doing?"

8. "No, no, no, no, no, shit, shit, shit."

9. "Its cant be that time again, can it?"

10. "Here's an idea, ow about we just forget this happened?"

11. "You mean your always like this?"

12. "So if you followed the recipe, what the hell is that?"

13. "You mean, you failed?"

14. "I love you so much, I can't breathe."

15. "I dont understand you sometimes."

16. "Just breathe okay?"

17. "Come on, its so easy."

18. "Open your eyes will you."

19. "Good Riddance."

20. "In the long scheme of things, that wasnt your worst idea."

21. "You're the one to talk."

22. "What if I dont want to lock myself to in my room?"

23. "So, what happens next?"

24. "I shouldn't want you, but i do, your my brothers best friend/my best friends litte sister!"

25. "Please dont leave me to do this on my own"

26. "Oh, dont mind me, just enjoying the view"

27. "You're naked arent you?"

28. "This is the opposite of what I told you do to"

29. "There is no shame in crying"

30. "You're bleeding arent you"

31. "Babe? Can I kill him?"

32. "Continue to defy me, I dare you"

33. "But, they SHOT YOU"

34. "Why do I feel like this is a trap"

35. "I wil muder anyone that touches you, do you understand?"

My next long fic coming out is "Without you, there is no us - Kiribaku" and it will be out on Saturday, so last fic of the year and its a cute one. Hope you all had a wonderful christmas, and happy new year - Tiff x

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Suicidal kirishima

In the dimly lit confines of his dorm, Bakugo slouched in his chair, his usual explosive energy subdued by the monotony of the evening. He absentmindedly swiped through TikToks on his phone, the endless stream of content failing to capture his interest. His eyes were half-lidded as he flicked past videos of pranks and dance challenges, but something caught his attention—a video tagged with Kirishima’s name.Curiosity piqued, Bakugo tapped on the edit. It was a montage of Kirishima's past, a stark contrast to the vibrant, confident hero Bakugo knew. The video depicted Kirishima with black hair, his face marred with the bruises of middle school bullying. Bakugo’s breath hitched as he read the overlay text: "It's heavily implied that Kirishima suffered from low self-esteem and felt weak when he was a kid. As a result, he felt so weak and useless that he was driven to suicide. However, before he could end his life, his quirk intervened."Bakugo’s heart pounded in his chest, a surge of emotions crashing over him like a tidal wave. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, but he blinked them away furiously. The notion of Kirishima, who was now so strong and resilient, having once felt that low, gnawed at him. It was a side of Kirishima that had remained hidden, a pain Bakugo had never suspected.Without a second thought, Bakugo shot out of his chair, his movements sharp and urgent. He bolted down the corridor to Kirishima’s dorm, his mind a tumult of worry and confusion. His heart raced as he pounded on Kirishima’s door, the sound echoing through the hallway.The door swung open to reveal Kirishima, his usual bright smile greeting Bakugo. “Hey, Bakugo!—” Kirishima began, but his greeting was abruptly cut off as Bakugo surged forward and enveloped him in a tight embrace. The force of the hug took Kirishima by surprise, his arms instinctively wrapping around Bakugo in response.“What the—” Kirishima's voice was muffled as he tried to process the sudden, intense display of affection. He felt Bakugo’s grip tighten, the tension in his friend’s body unmistakable.Bakugo’s voice came out in a strained, almost choked whisper. “I just... I didn’t know. I didn’t know what you went through.” His words were barely more than a murmur, but the raw emotion in them was palpable.Kirishima, still taken aback, held Bakugo closer, sensing the turmoil behind his friend's usually fierce exterior. “Bakugo, it’s... it’s okay,” Kirishima said softly, his voice steady despite the confusion. “It’s in the past. I’m okay now.”Bakugo pulled back slightly, his eyes still glistening with unshed tears. Bakugo’s gaze was intense as he placed a firm hand on Kirishima’s right cheek, his fingers brushing lightly against the warm skin. He searched Kirishima’s eyes with a penetrating stare, trying to discern any hint of the dark feelings he’d just learned about. The usual vibrancy of Kirishima’s eyes seemed subdued, and Bakugo’s pulse quickened with anxiety.“Do you still want to commit, yes or fucking no. No bullshit.” Bakugo’s voice was a low, harsh whisper, each word laced with the raw urgency of his concern. The bluntness of his question cut through the tension in the room, his frustration and fear evident in his tone.Kirishima’s silence was heavy, almost deafening. He looked away briefly, the weight of Bakugo’s question hanging in the air like a suffocating fog. His expression was a mix of contemplation and something deeper, a silent testament to the struggles he had endured.Bakugo’s hand trembled slightly as he watched Kirishima’s reaction. The silence spoke volumes, and it was clear that Kirishima was grappling with feelings that words alone couldn’t capture. The weight of unspoken pain was palpable, and Bakugo’s heart ached with the realization of how deeply this issue had affected his friend.“Sorry,” Bakugo finally muttered, his voice softer now, laced with a mixture of regret and sorrow. “I didn’t mean to—” He struggled for words, the intensity of the moment overwhelming his usual bravado.

-chap. 1 done (DUE TO CHARACTER BLOCK LIMIT)

[tmrajax]

embarrassing pictures

sending the mha boys an embarrassing picture of themselves🙀

ׂ ౨ৎ. cont. fem!reader, crack

ׂ ౨ৎ. incl. katsuki, izuku, shoto, touya, keigo, tamaki, eijiro