#denki x reader drabble

[twinkinspector]

uhhhh yeah here's this

first, here's what i was imagining music-wise

denki x f!reader, public sex, sex with a stranger, drugs, fingering, grinding, a singular ass slap, one singular chomp, voyeurism, public nudity ig?, a dash of spit, a teensy bit of name-calling/degradation at the end ("nasty little slut"), kami whines a little because of course he whines when he cums, OH creampie also

kami makes me ill you do not understand...... i have a fever thinking ab this

it’s cool out, and thank gods for that. you wouldn’t be able to feel a breeze even if you wanted to. you’re pressed up against countless other sweaty bodies, all swaying and bouncing and grinding to the beat echoing through the clearing you’re in.

it got dark not too long ago, but you’ve been in this spot since the sun was still up. this was the show you were most excited to see. you got there early – but somehow you still weren't the first person waiting.

even though you weren't the first, the crowd was still pretty sparse – people who were still rolling from what they'd been taking all day. you found an empty spot right up against the rail and quickly claimed it, leaning on the cool metal to show others that this was your spot.

other concertgoers started to trickle in as you waited patiently. you sipped on the cool bottle of ice water you were keeping in your purse, sizing up the people nearest to you. you were about to be blocked in with them for a few hours, so you might as well be prepared.

no one really caught your attention at first. everyone looked the same – flushed and tired from sunburn and substances. as you started to get blocked in by the crowd, a group of five sauntered up – pushing through the crowd.

the group was made up of four guys and just one girl – the lean, angry-looking blonde man in the front was the one doing most of the pushing. "bakugou, be nice! we're almost at the front anyway," whined the girl, her bright pink hair up in a bun on top of her head.

bakugou rolled his eyes, huffing. "fine. i wanted front row, but that girl is short enough that i guess it doesn't matter," he growled back, gesturing to you. "dude, you're so cranky," laughed the other blonde.

he had darker, more golden blonde hair – he seemed warmer and way more laid-back than the ash blonde next to him. the golden blonde had matching golden eyes that periodically locked with yours. he had a jagged dark streak through his bangs and angular features, his foxlike appearance contrasting with his seemingly sweet disposition.

a brunette with a huge smile popped his face up between the two blondes, holding a lit joint to the cranky one. "chill out. take a few hits, please," he offered. bakugou snatched the joint and took a few hits as instructed, puffs of smoke rising through the air and dissipating above him.

"that's right, bro," cooed the biggest one, rubbing bakugou's shoulders. this guy was huge. the others were lean, but he was built. he had spiked red hair and pointy teeth, but again, his demeanor was so much softer than his appearance.

they carried on like this for another hour, joking around and trying to smooth over bakugou's frustration (frustration that – as far as you could tell – wasn't about anything in particular). and that brings us to now.

the performers walk out onstage, and the crowd roars. you hear exclamations of "fuck yeah!" and "finally!" from the group behind you as the music starts. the bassline echoes through the tight-knit mass of bodies, everyone beginning to lose themselves in the experience.

your hips sway back and forth as you dance to the syncopated rhythms, the deep groove you can feel in the congregation around you. you close your eyes and take a big breath to calm yourself as the adrenaline starts to course through you.

you look back at the group behind you. the girl with the pink hair is sitting on the biggest guy's shoulders, her fingers holding on to his red hair as she grins and sways, singing along. the other guys seem completely lost in the moment, too, just like everyone else.

the golden blonde meets your eyes after a moment, and you feel an even deeper flush warm your face. you giggle and look down before turning back around to keep dancing, swaying your hips a little more dramatically now that you have his attention.

after what seems like no time at all, you feel a large, warm hand on your hip. the hand guides you back a little to rub your ass against something – someone – gently pushing and pulling you to the beat.

you turn your head a bit to see which one in the rowdy group is being so bold. you see a curtain of golden blonde hair much closer to your face than you expected as the stranger leans in to talk into your ear.

"saw you looking at me earlier," growls a rich, tenor voice. you flush again. you didn't realize your stolen glances were that easily readable. you were looking at everyone – all four of his friends – but he wasn't wrong.

there was something else in your eyes when you glanced his way. but there was something else in his, too. you met his gaze, batting your lashes and giving him a smirk. "don't make this about me," you call. "you were looking, too."

you turn away, leaning your forearms on the rail in front of you and arching your back into him. you press the swell of your ass into his crotch – this time, with purpose – and grind.

your skirt rides up so your bare cheeks are rubbing on the fabric of his dark jeans, a delicious sensation you weren't exactly expecting. the blonde stranger's hands start to wander across the expanse of your exposed skin – one coming down to squeeze your thigh and the other still guiding you with a firm grip.

you feel him chuckle in response more than you hear it, those vibrations almost indistinguishable from the vibrations of the music coursing through the both of you – but you feel it nonetheless.

he leans back over you, his warmth enveloping your back, as he purrs directly into your ear again, "you're bold. seems like you're just asking for me to fuck you right here."

he stands upright again, his hardening cock still pressed up against you through his pants, and flips your skirt all the way up, your panties now on full display to everyone who cares to look. he gives your bare ass a harsh smack, watching it redden and jiggle for him.

his hand gently caresses the stinging patch of skin as he starts to explore more, pausing to rub your throbbing slit through the wet fabric of your panties.

he hooks a finger around the skimpy fabric and tugs it to the side, running a fingertip through your outer lips to collect all your slick. he plunges a finger in, pulling a groan from your lips, but he can't hear it over the pulsing bass.

your pussy clenches around his digit, practically begging him not to pull it back out. but he does, and as you turn to protest, you see him pop the finger into his mouth, sucking all your juices off it, flashing you a predatory grin.

he sticks a second finger in his mouth, coating his digits with an obscene amount of spit, the liquid dripping onto the ground as he brings them back to your entrance. he plunges them into your waiting hole, thrusting firmly in time with the music.

you keen at the stretch of the additional finger, closing your eyes and letting the whole experience wash over you as the friction makes you start to feel hazy.

the stranger – you still don't know his name and you're letting him knuckle deep in your pussy – starts to scissor his fingers, stretching you out for his aching cock.

and that's when you feel it – something velvety smooth and hard brushing up against your bare ass. he's really going to fuck me right here. you turn and catch a glance of his shit-eating grin as he rubs his impossibly hard length across your weeping pussy, pumping it lazily a few times.

he traces his fingers through your lips again, collecting all the slick he can and using it to lube up his cock, twitching and ready. he looks you in the eyes as he releases a glob of spit onto his angry red tip.

his saliva mixes with your sticky juices, coating him just enough that he can force himself inside you. you feel his length pulse as he sheaths it all the way in, tip kissing your deepest parts.

he leans over you again, coming in close to your ear to growl, "this is what you wanted, isn't it?" as he slowly – agonizingly – pulls himself out just to slam back inside. chills roll down your spine as he breathes into your ear, rutting his cock inside you as deep as he can.

one of his arms wraps around your front as his other hand wanders under the bottom hem of the bralette you're wearing. he cups your breast gently, the palm of his hand tickling your rapidly pebbling nipple.

you look around. there's no way no one hasn't noticed you. you're literally fucking in the front row. but to your surprise, no one has. boldened by the realization, you decide to take it a step further.

you slide your fingers under the hem of your shirt next to his and pull it up, letting your perky tits drop out for all to see... if they want. you glance back at him with a smug smile, dipping your fingers down the front of your panties to play with your neglected clit.

you feel his cock twitch even as he thrusts to the rhythm of the music that's still filling your senses, his lean, sinewy hands finding the pert bud of your exposed nipple. he flicks it between his fingers as you rub your clit vigorously, chasing your high.

electricity starts to crackle in your belly as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your release. you can tell he's getting closer too, his breathing more ragged and the muscles in his lean abdomen twitching against your bare skin.

"can't believe you're letting me do this with all my friends watching," he breathes, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. "fuck, what a nasty little slut i found."

and that's all it takes for those crackles of electricity to turn into a full-fledged lightning strike, your orgasm washing over you as you cry out – no one really even able to hear the sweet sounds of ecstasy as your cunt clenches around a complete stranger's cock.

your orgasm has the man following close behind, the squeezing of your pussy milking the cum right out of him. panting and whining in your ear, he bites down on your shoulder as you feel him twitch and sputter inside you, warmth blooming in your tummy as you feel his release shoot deep into you.

as his cock softens, he slowly pulls it out of you, watching his cum dribble bit by bit out of your abused little hole. he pulls your panties back to cover your slit, now leaking cum, and spins you around to finally look at him face to face.

"i'm denki," he purrs into your ear before he drops his lips to your neck, sucking a bruise into your skin. you moan at the sensation, your brain not quite working yet.

"figured you should at least know who fucked you so good," he grins, standing back up to his full height. "bro, bakugou's done. we're out," comes a different voice, yelling over the still-throbbing bass.

denki looks over at the brunette who just grabbed his arm. "alright, yeah," he agrees, allowing his friends to pull him away. a little quieter, you swear you hear the same brunette laugh and say "damn, dude, couldn't even wait to get your dick wet?" as they disappear into the crowd, leaving you to deal with your oozing pussy for the rest of the show.

anyway here's my masterlist

[glitterycvm]

"cmon baby one more..." he coos into your ear, nails still digging into the fleshy fat of your ass as he guides your hips up and down on his girthy cock. he was determined to get one more orgasm from you. he had to.

it felt like forever. you had been bouncing up and down on his shaft for what felt like ages. you couldn't even recall when it all had started. one orgasm to another, he simply couldn't get enough. he was addicted.

you felt that same knot in your stomach tighten again, this time it was much tighter and intense. the grip you had on his shoulders tightened, your nails engraving small crescents.

your boyfriend had noticed this, he swiftly grabs onto your waist, lifting you up and slamming himself into you at an cervix bruising pace. it was so quick you could barely could even process your own high approaching by second. then you felt it.

back arched, eyes rolled all the way back, jaw dropped, legs trembling. it was intense and heavenly. you've never felt anything so good in your life. it was so good that you didn't even notice the fluid you had squirted everywhere.

as you came back down from your high you realized your boyfriends thrusts had came to an abrupt end. "w-whyd you stop?" you ask, somewhat disappointed. but your boyfriend was looking into your eyes, a cheeky smirk plastered all over his face. "dirty girl- you squirted on me..." he panted out, slowly beginning to buck his hips into your cunt again.

you notice the tacky thin layer of liquid painted between your thighs and his lap. you let out a breathy sigh before your boyfriend whispers into your ear.

"y'think you could do that again for me pretty?"

gojo, geto, nanami, kirishima, hawks, denki, eren, jean + any of ur favs !!

[uwtloml]

sorry i was bored and i’m a slut

cw: use of the word mommy (not sexual)

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤, 𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫. 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐮𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫. “𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲?” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭, “𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡.” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭, “𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲,” 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐬. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐩, 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, “𝐦’ 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭.” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦, “𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝.” “𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲?” 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞, “𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝.”

ੈ✩‧₊˚. 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐊𝐈, 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚, 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐨, 𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮, 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐎, 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎, 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧

[chokemewhenwefuck]

your breaths came out soft and slowly, his tongue and lips caressing your neck as he cuffed your boob softly. kissing your chest, he slowly moved down your body, your hands fingering through his hair.

his lips felt hot and needy against your body as he played with the band of your small night shorts. your small fingers brushed around his nipples, feeling his bigger hands start to slide your night shorts off your waist. his breaths were fast and needy against your skin.

“I’ve missed you so much, baby. Now take these off.”

| bakugou, deku, denki, kirishima

[irisintheafterglow]

It’d been three hours since you’d climbed into bed, but sleep wasn’t coming easy to you tonight. You’d stared at the ceiling and flipped the side you were sleeping on several dozen times, but nothing seemed to work. You pulled a wild card and dialed his number in a last-ditch effort to sleep. 

He picked up after two rings. 

“Give me five minutes.”

“What?”

“I’ll be there in five minutes.”

“How? You’re fifteen minutes away at least.”

“I left ten minutes ago, duh. Felt like something was off.” 

“I adore you.”

“Yeah, I know you do. See you soon, love.”

[sanipoyo]

“USE YOUR QUIRK ON ME, HITOSHI”

note - this is edited! i changed some of it :3, shinso drabble, enjoy cuties!

SHINSO kneeled, trying to catch his breath after sparring with his mentor. “when you’re ready, let’s go again. i want you to use your quirk this time”, mr. aizawa instructed and shinso nodded.

a minute later, shinso leaped towards aizawa in attempt to sneak attack him. the old man dodged to no surprise and continued dodging all of shinso’s attempted punches and kicks.

“i’m surprised your still so agile, guessing your age hasn’t caught up to you yet, huh?” hitoshi taunts, trying to get a verbal reaction out of aizawa. instead, he got tied up with mr. aizawa’s binds.

“you’re pretty stubborn, erasure”, hitoshi huffed, chest heaving while he stood in front of mr. aizawa, immobilized and trying to buy time so he could think of a plan. “these villains aren’t gonna be any better, you know.” eraserhead replied and shinso sighed.

“ya think so?” hitsohi asked, causing aizawa to shoot a glare at him. was shinso doubting his teacher? a pro hero? “i know s-“ mr. aizawa began to say getting cut off by shinso’s brainwashing. the binds loosened, freeing him from being unable to move. shinso couldn’t believe it at first, he commanded mr. aizawa to surrender the binding cloth as a whole and he did it. shinso approached his teacher, pushing his shoulder slightly and he snapped out of the brainwashing.

“i won this time.”

Ⓒ all published work belongs to sanipoyo! do not copy/plagiarize.

[matrixriot]

ok i know everyone's always like "bakugou is so the weeknd coded" or "bakugou def listens to pierce the veil".

however.

i like to headcannon that katsuki bakugou is actually a freaking classical music nerd.

before you start throwing tomatoes at me, i always imagine this little scenario:

katsuki bakugou is in his room, tensely studying (prob using flash cards because nerd), when all of a sudden, denki bursts into his dorm room.

"hey bakugou!! we're all hanging out for lunch today!"

...

"bakugou? can you hear me?"

katsuki sits in focus, his large noise cancelling headphones doing their job by cancelling out denki's voice.

when all of a sudden, denki sneaks up on bakugou and snatches the headphones right off his head. denki puts the headphones on his own head and starts listening, only to say...

"wow bakubro, i didnt know you were into... ballerina music?"

katsuki stands up and slams his hands onto his desk. he grabs denki by the collar, grabbing the headphones, and puts them back on.

he yells at denki,

"THIS IS VIVALDI'S FOUR SEASONS CONCERTO IN G MINOR DUMBASS. GET OUT OF MY ROOM"

ok end scene this was a really stupid thought and i def couldve written this better but

[tootiecakes234]

Random SFW and NSFW Headcanons for Kaminari

SFW

His love language is mainly split between quality time and physical touch. This man would love to actually live inside your skin.

He loves taking you on active dates. First date was probably something like paint ball or a rage room.

He’s very aware of your emotions. Immediately knows when something is off with you and if it’s something he can’t immediately fix, he will do his best to make things a little lighter with a laugh.

He’s hilarious. Makes you cry laughing at least once a day. He loves your laugh. Literally makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

When you guys get married, you write your own vows and please believe he has at least one or two jokes in there.

He also makes sure you get every piece of merchandise that comes out with his name or face with. You have full Chargebolt tracksuits, and he LOVES when you actually wear them even if it’s just around the house.

Never lease the house without a smooch and a hug for good luck.

NSFW

Denki makes sure everyone everywhere knows how hot you are. Especially you. Not a day goes by when he’s not groping you in hugs and walking by smacking your ass and making wild ass comments about the things he wants to do to it.

He is DTF whenever and wherever you want him.

Low cut shirts and button ups that you never do all the way are his favorite cuz this man loves titties. He absolutely loves pinching and twirling them. Will suckle at them as long as you let him. He’s fallen asleep with his lips wrapped around a nipple.

He can’t pick a favorite position. He’s tried before and it makes his brain hurt.

Goes feral from your blow jobs. He turns into a whiner when you do. Begging you to keep going and to let him give you a facial. When you do let him paint your face, he is a good boy and will lick most of it clean after for you.

@xxvendettaxx

[lady-ashfade]

Leaves

—£ Poly!Bakusquad x Gn!reader.

—£ Warnings: Poly relationship, fluff.

If there was a moment you could be stuck in forever, it would be now.

The breeze hitting your skin while your nose twitches at the cold air and your hands buried themselves in your coat. The tree above you  rustled it’s leaves and branches at the wind which gave you a calming sensation. The nature around you made you forget the nervous but awaiting feeling in your stomach.

Calling from the hill below you heard your name and you peeked down, finding the eyes of your lovers. They were covered in warm clothing and a few things in their arms. Even Bakugo had a soft smile.

A box of food being carried by Kirishima, a blanket being held by Mina as she rushed passed the boys to meet you. Bakugo with a shiny bag with paper sticking out of it like a birthday present. Denki and sero carries the quilt to sit on and the plates and everything else. You smile and welcome the crushing hug Mina pulls you into with a laugh.

A few minutes later everything was set up and it had you all calm and ready to enjoy a quite night alone. Even if it was slightly cold this was your place, the place were you all came together.

“Y/n,” you turn to see them all looking at you with a soft expression. Bakugo leaned off his arm and reached into your hair and watched you get confused only to pull a leaf out of your hair.

You chuckle and thank your boyfriend which he rolls his eyes playfully. “Dumbass, just eat.” You all laugh at him but decided to finally eat. Hours of talking and cuddling up to one other for warmth was on hell of a way to spend the night.

Yeah, if time frozen you’d be more then welcome to it.

[honeipie]

ANY OTHER WAY

izuku midoryia x reader

synopsis: your son demands answers

authors note: this is the short little ending to the toast little mini series! but honestly their little family is so cute i don’t wanna leave them :((( also thank you to everyone who read, reblogged, and commented. i literally love ur life.

psa: mentions of breastfeeding

one | two | three | four

"my life is a lie!" the voice of your oldest son echoed through the hall and into the living room. you didn't bat an eye as his antics, because you knew every time he went to hang out at his uncle denki and aunt jirou's house he came home talking about some new crazy story. though he'd usually wait to talk about it until he was in the same room as you all.

izuku and yutaka, your middle child, raised their heads at the sound of the door slamming behind him.

"koji, you've barely stepped through the door and you're already yelling. mayuka was finally eating" you shifted your youngest head back towards you chest. she had been startled by the door but you were able to calm her by gently rubbing your thumb against her cheek.

"sorry" koji mumbled going to stand in the very middle of the living room so he could get a good look at you all "but i still can't believe i've been lied to for the past twelve years, twevle years!"

izuku's eyes went from his son, then over to you. but all you could do was shrug. izuku grunted as he rose from his spot on the floor. all those years of daunting hero work along with just plain aging were catching up to him. specks of grey started to show, but he attempted to hide them with the green he still had.

"okay koji. what are you freaking out about?"

"i don't know, maybe the fact that you guys almost never got married?!"

now if there was one thing you were expecting to come out of his mouth, it wasn't that.

"did denki tell you about that?" you asked watching as he was now pacing the room back and forth.

"yeah! and i'm glad he told me because it seems like you guys were never going to let me know!"

yutaka looked up from his tablet “mommy and daddy weren’t gonna get married? why?”

izuku put his hands up before koji could go off again “listen, your aunt ochako and i weren’t very good at relationships back then and-“

“what does aunt ochako have to do with this?” koji’s face went from confusion to surprise “you were going to marry aunt ochako! what the heck!”

the tips of izuku’s ears went pink as he heard his surprise “i thought denki told you everything!”

“he only told me that you guys almost never got married! when i asked for more details he said that’s none of his business”

you snorted going to fix your bra since mayuka had finished eating “since when does denki mind his buisness”

“that’s what i said!” koji threw his arms up going to sit in between the two of you “okay so you guys gotta tell me everything! start to finish”

“i don’t know koji. i mean i need mom to tell the story with me and she’s kind of busy so-“

“i got time” you laid mayuka on one side of your body making sure her head was over your shoulder “may takes her time to burp” izuku gave you a look which you smiled at “i love you!”

izuku rolled his eyes before finally nodding “fine we’ll tell you the story. c’mere taka” he held his arms out which his son happily jumped into. after he got him settled on his lap he started on the story of how the two of you got together. the toast, the argument, and the rekindling all in one short (kid friendly) version. of course, you felt the need to add in little details when needed “and then we got married and boom. you kids were born”

koji’s mouth had hung open for almost the whole story, sitting at the edge of his seat. yutaka looked rather confused.

“so..” taka looked over at the two of you “mommy took daddy from aunt ochako?”

“well, sort of. we all agreed that how things ended up were for the best. no matter how it happened”

izuku nodded his head in agreement “i love your mom and i love all of you” he tickled taka’s side making him burst out in laughter.

“i just can’t believe it” koji mumbled shaking his head.

“you better believe it kid. your dad and i are in love” you wiggled your eyebrows making koji groan “in fact, give me a kiss!” the two of you leaned in placing a dramatic kiss on each others lips. both of the boys pretended to gag as they got up.

“not in front of us! not in front of us!” they both made a mad dash upstairs making the two of you laugh.

“they get their dramatics from you” you said scooting closer to him handing over may. an offended look plastered his face.

“they do not!”

“whatever you say mr. midoryia” you leaned your head on his shoulder pulling the blanket over the two of you. you eyes scanned over the home that the two of you created. toys scattered across the living room floor. family portraits hanging on the walls, even from when koji was first born. some random, educational kids show was currently playing on your television. someone had told you that this would ‘stimulate the baby’s mind’ even though she had just popped out. both you and izuku in your matching pajamas that you had gotten for christmas. ever since mayuka was born the two of you had been too exhausted to clean. shit was a mess, but honestly, you felt no sense of stress. you two had a silent understanding that everything would be done in the time that is intended, and you wouldn’t have it any other way

“i love you” you moved your head to look up at the man you had fallen hopelessly in love with. he looked back with a tired smile, but you noticed the crinkles at the corner of his eyes.

“i love you too”

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[hopeluna-archived]

⪩⪨ thinking about girl dads <33

"So...now if you put these numbers here and the x here-"

a pause of silence stretches with a incessant tapping of the pen hitting his chin in thought, "-then x equals to...6!"

The kid sighs, "Dad, it says 0 on here"

"What?! How?", he snatches the book from his daughter's hands, looking at the "0" that was marked as a answer with conflicting emotions. When did he forget 5th grade math?

More silence stretches before he lightly throws the offending maths book down on the table, "this book is clearly shit, i'm gonna teach you my way", huffing confidently he starts looking for the next question when a hand tinier than him takes the book away.

"First, the teacher in school told us to do it this way", sending a sarcastic smile his way, the 5th grader gathers all the books, notes and pencils scattered around the table,

"Second, you're not supposed to swear infront of me....I could tell mom", the last part is added in a joyful singing manner

"Shit- no fuck! wait damn it- ", he quickly slams his hand over his mouth

"I'll just ask mom when she gets back from work", with a small bye, she starts walking away to her room with all her books stacked in her arms.

He makes a deeply offended expression, shouting out a, "What? Why do you need mom?! I can do math!", something that goes unheard by his daughter, leaving him pouting and sulking in the middle of the living room.

Night soon falls as you tiredly make your way to bed and slump under the covers. But as your eyes were just about to drop with sleep, a nudge and hushed whisper stirs you awake from the side.

"Did you help her with her math homework?"

You let out a sleepy hum, "yeah?"

"Was the third answer 6?"

"What?"

"Did x equal to 6?"

You take a moment to think through your sleep hazed mind, "it was 0", instantly a whine rises from your husband causing you to peak an eye open.

"What is it?"

"I can do maths, you know?"

You smile, holding in the urge to giggle at his antics, and rather choose to wrap an arm around his middle to pull him into you, "of course you can"

He really can't.

- Gojo Satoru, Itadori Yuuji (jjk) ; Mammon (obey me) ; Bakugou Katsuki, Kaminari Denki (bnha) ; Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson (stranger things) + a bunch of others and anyone you want!

�� hopeluna. Do not copy, translate, modify or repost any of my work in this or any other site. Do not steal or modify my ideas/concepts either.

[bananawafers]

mha boys as fall date ideas 🍂

(pt. 1!)

denki kaminari ~ arcade night 🕹️

• grabs your hand and excitedly drags you toward new games he sees

• excited lil high fives and waist hugs when you win a game

• sharing snacks with each other aw

• uses his quirk on the punching bag machine to impress you but instead you laugh at his dazed expression afterwards

• spends his tickets buying whatever prize you want like a true gentleman

Iida tenya ~ farmer’s market 🍯

• “ah, the farmer’s market! i’ve read that autumn produce is in its peak!”

• makes sure you’re properly bundled, you won’t be catching a cold on his watch!

• him comparing the prices between different produce stands. he must get his money’s worth

• yet you also manage to convince him to buy matching fuzzy socks with you

• he goes out of his way to open every door for you

• him needing to sneak pictures of you for keeps sake <3

mirio togata ~ fall festival 🎢

• so enthusiastic to be spending the evening with you

• he’s a sucker for hand holding. he doesn’t care if it’s corny

• jokingly getting your faces painted together like a couple of 5 year-olds

• every game he loses is automatically “rigged”

• him secretly being happy when you grip his hand on the roller coaster

• if you’re cold, he’ll simply pull you close and drape his coat around you

• him kissing you senseless in the photo booth

[ink-siren]

˗ˏˋʚ 𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞-𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚 ɞ´ˎ˗

ᡣ𐭩 A/N: this is like my first time posting on Tumblr (especially smut) so bear with me please - don’t hesitate to tell me if something is wrong or just weird, english is also not my first language :)

ᡣ𐭩 WARNINGS/CONTENT: smut, fingering, love (ig), petnames, vanilla (almost) sex, praise kink

ᡣ𐭩 WORD COUNT: 560 words

He was so fucking in love with you. Everything about you was infatuating. Your beautiful, big doe eyes, your sweet smile, your communicative laughter but most importantly; your oh so hot and melodic little moans and whimpers he could hear whenever he was pleasuring you.

Right now, you were on the couch between his legs, Avatar long forgotten. Your shorts were on the ground so you were only covered by his shirt, wayy too big for you. One of his hands was gently caressing your belly, while the other was slowly rubbing your clit.

“Come on princess, don’t try to be quiet… Just let me hear you.” He didn’t need to tell you twice and you immediately started whimpering louder as your hand left your mouth to grab the blanket next to you on the couch.

“That’s it, that’s my good girl.” You could hear him smile as he praised you. “Let me take care of you sweetheart, you deserve it.” At his words you let out a louder moan, receptive to what he was saying. He knew you were close and stopped his movements. The lack of sensations, when you were so close to finishing made you let out another moan, this time of disappointment.

“Don’t worry love, you’ll get what you want. My sweet girl…” He gathers your arousal with two fingers, running them up and down while you sigh with relief. He slowly, slowly thrusts a finger into you, watching you relax into him and resume your moans and whimpers. As he fastens his motions, he starts kissing your neck sometimes leaving small hickeys, a result of his nibbling on your burning and sweat-coated skin.

“I’m gonna put another finger in… Is that okay love?” Although he already knows the answer, he loves to hear you confirm that you enjoy what he does. You nod eagerly, hoping that he will soon let you climax. “Sweetheart… You know I want to hear you.” He smiles, waiting for you to speak. “Pl- please…” He laughs and stops rubbing your belly to gently grab your face and make you look at him. “Come on princess, I know you can do it.” He kisses you and as you part you whisper to him; “Please, I need more…”

“There you go love, wasn’t so hard wasn’t it?” He kisses your neck again, and carefully slides a second finger in your core. You grab his thigh, accidentally scratching it. He doesn’t mind, it means you like it. He picks up a good pace, comfortable for the both of you.

Soon enough, he can feel your walls fluttering in his fingers, you’re close. Your moans get louder and louder, you stab his thigh with your nails not even hearing him wince. Damn that’s gonna leave a mark -not that he’s not used to it- you’re lucky it’s up his thigh, he’ll be able to hide it.

“That’s it honey, that’s it…” He watches come on his fingers, smiling like an idiot as you pick up your breath. You turn your head to kiss his cheeks, to thank him for being the best boyfriend ever -at least that’s what he likes to think-. “Come on love, let’s get you cleaned up.” He tries to stand up but realizes you’re not moving. “What about you?” He laughs, kissing your head. “Sweetheart, tonight is all about you.”

Katsuki Bakugo, Eijiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Saturo Gojo, Kento Nanami

ᡣ𐭩 A/N: don’t hesitate to tell me what other characters it made you think about <3

[kozumelts]

Nightmare situationship where you and Kaminari are clearly more than friends… Except Kaminari doesn’t yet know what he wants.

He likes the attention, and he likes you. But he’s young, and desperately scared of wasting his college years. And now that the prospect of a long-term relationship is getting a little too real, he’s getting cold feet. He's never really been in a relationship, after all. What if he's not done exploring yet?

Denki's with you more often than he isn't, but he still won't ask you out. He tells you he isn't ready. "I'm young, y'know?" He shrugs. "I just need some time to figure myself out."

It's exactly the kind of excuse your friends warn you about, but you take it all with grace. "That's okay," you tell him, not quite meeting his eyes. "I'll wait. I just want to spend time with you."

You know you should be mad. But he's got a boyish smile and earnest eyes and a pout you just can't say no to. How can you not forgive a face like that? And besides, apart from the whole not-wanting-to-be-your-boyfriend thing, Denki's wonderful: he buys you gifts and takes you on cute dates and calls you sweet names..

...As long as you're behind closed doors.

Anyway–he’s not stringing you along! He doesn’t think he is, at least. He’s just taking his time. So what if he's flirting with girls and telling you lies? You two aren't even dating yet!

Everyone in your life tells you to leave him. But you know he’ll come around eventually...

Right?

[daetko]

CASTLE ARCHITECTS ; send me a character and i’ll write a fluff drabble about building sandcastles together!

could i request denki one ples and thankyou 🫶🫶

AND HI TALIA CONGRATULATIONS ON 200!! YAYZIES!! in your inbox now like i said i would be 😈😈

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ⛱️ castle architects ; denki kaminari

⊱ cw ; gn reader (no pronouns mentioned), fluff, 980 words

⊱ a/n ; HELLOOOO STAROOMF!!! thank you for it request and sorry if it took too long i’m on vacay rn :,) i wrote this on a roadtrip tho so i had a little fun with it, i hope it meets your expectations! i feel like this and the touya one can do great as fanfics too!

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the ride to the beach wasn’t the most enjoyable to say the least, with your boyfriend fast asleep and drooling on your shoulder. it was a 45 minute bus ride, and barely seven minutes in, there he was—blonde hair tousled, leaning against you with a small stream of drool tickling your bare skin, making you shiver.

however, as soon as the bus arrived, it was like he’d never been asleep at all, all excited and bursting with energy. he leaped off the bus with a grin, taking off his shirt mid run and diving straight into the water with sero and kirishima. you chased after him, stopping at the shore, watching as he resurfaced gasping for air , shivering from the cold of the water. sighing, you watched as he approached you, all pouty and quivering, before you took his hand and walked him back to your deckchairs.

“I told you to wait, ‘ki. you jumped into the water without any sunscreen or even taking a cold shower first, and now you’re complaining about the cold,” you scolded, rolling your eyes as you looked down at your pouting wet cat of a boyfriend. with a sigh, you wrapped a towel around him like a baby, and he tilted his head, extending his neck in a silent plea for a kiss. you did so with a quick cheek peck before getting up.

“sunscreen,” he mumbled, still shivering. you paused and blinked at him for a moment as you reached into your bag for the sunscreen. “are you warm yet?” you asked, receiving a nod in response. gently, you removed the towel and started applying sunscreen to his back, then moved to his stomach, legs, and finally his face, placing with a soft kiss on his lips when you were done.

somehow, just a minute later, the two of you were sprawled out on the sand, trying to shape it into a base for your sandcastle. your efforts however, were less than successful—horribly failing— at least only you were. when you glanced over at denki’s side, it was flawless. “what the— how the hell are you already done?” you asked, genuinely taken aback. he shrugged, a confused expression crossing his face. “It’s easy? No?”

you stared at him with disbelief, then turned your gaze back to your own sandcastle, trying to reshape it to match his. denki was already finishing up the first floor of his sandcastle while had you barely started. glancing over at his castle and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was secretly some sort of architecture prodigy. “denki. denki kaminari. where’d you learn this from.” your voice was filled with genuine curiosity.“Huh? it’s really easy… you just gotta do this…” his hands were moving skillfully through the sand, “then that,” sweeping his finger across a perfectly smooth line of damp sand “and then… just like that!” he finished with a wide, proud smile as he completed the base of the castle. you were baffled yet so captivated. you found it cute how he just has these random skills he never talks about or didn’t probably even realize he has. your moment of admiration was interrupted, however, by the mischievous grin spreading across his face. oh no no no, you knew that look all too well. “a little zap! you know, for added effects, and to make our castle the greatest in the history of this beach!” he declared, giggling like a maniac with his index finger pointed up, ready to use his quirk. you sighed for the umpteenth time as you knew there was no talking him out of this. you backed away slightly as he put his finger through the opening at the top of the castle and “1 Million Vol—“ “denki. you’ll zap up the whole beach.” you said flatly, cutting him off. he pouted but unwillingly toned it down, releasing just a small spark of electricity through his finger. “WOAHHHHH!!!! I DID THAT!!!” he shouted, eyes sparkling with excitement. “i didn’t think about this!” you said, equally excited looking at the formerly sand, now glass sandcastle. it only makes sense, sand becomes glass when faced with high temperatures, such as electricity. though the smiles and sparkles didn’t last long when your boyfriend wanted to readjust his position and accidentally knocked the glass castle over with his toe, shattering it into pieces.

“Fatass toe.” “SHUT UP! i’m really upset about this y/nnn” he whined, his voice filled with more sass than you’d ever heard, as he sulked on the bus ride home. you scoffed, with a faint smile.

the glass castle was cool though.

getting to the other requests soon i love u all mwah mwah mwah

[grapementos]

ʙᴏʏꜱ + ʙᴜᴛᴛꜱ 🍑

『ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʙɴʜᴀ ʙᴏʏꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏʟᴇ ʙᴜᴛᴛꜱ ᴘʟᴀʏ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ—ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴄʜᴀꜱᴛᴇ & ᴏᴠᴇʀᴀʟʟ ɢᴏᴏꜰʏ. ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴛᴛꜱ. ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴀʟʟ 』

⤷ ᴋ. ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏ, ᴋ. ᴅᴇɴᴋɪ, ᴇ. ᴋɪʀɪꜱʜɪᴍᴀ, ʜᴀᴡᴋꜱ

❥ katsuki loves every inch of you. of course, he loves your mind and soul more than anything, but your looks were definitely a bonus.

you were the same with him, except there was one thing you loved a tiny bit more.

“goddamit, y/n, if you poke my ass one more time—” he gritted his teeth, body basically folded in half from your playful assault on his ass.

you giggled, backing yourself up against the nearest surface, “sorry, kats. you know i just can’t resist when you bend over in front of me like that.”

his hands were twitching and eyes scanning, a telltale sign that he was watching and waiting until the perfect moment to get you back, “it’s not even just then. when i’m walking up the stairs, or laying on my bed, you go straight for my ass like some kind of vulture.”

“you do the same shit!” you accused, “except you don’t poke, you grab!”

he chuckled, as if recalling a fond memory, “dunno what you’re talking about.”

“bullshit.” you scooted against the wall, never once taking your eyes off him. you couldn’t stay in the same spot, for he’d easily be able to manhandle you and get you back.

your eyes darted left towards the living room and then right towards the laundry room, excitement and fear and adrenaline thrumming under your skin.

“don’t even try.”

now or never, you decided, making a break for the living room with a squeal.

the heavy footsteps behind you made the chase all the more thrilling as you launched yourself towards the couch, only to fail as bakugo wrapped his arms around your waist just in time.

“no!” you screamed, struggling fruitlessly against him.

“nice try.”

��� kaminari is always attached at your hip. physical contact makes his skin buzz with life and love and everything in between. he’s always holding your hand, your thigh, your face, and occasionally your ass.

he doesn’t have a favorite part of your body, considering he’s constantly touching all of it, but he does love ass as much as the next guy. he’ll poke you when you bend over and burst out into hysterical laughter at the look on your face when you stand upright.

your favorite thing to do in retaliation is to take the high road and wait until you’re laying together. every night, he has to crawl to the end of the bed to tug the ceiling fan light off, giving you the perfect opportunity to kick him right in the ass.

“ah!” he yelped the moment your foot made contact with his ass, curling in on himself.

“that’s what you get for nearly knocking me over earlier.”

just as he moved to get back at you, he lost his balance and rolled right off the bed with a thud.

instinctively, you burst into laughter, throwing the blanket off to go check on him.

he was laughing too, cracking up on the wood floor at his own pain. looking at him just made you laugh more as you dropped to the floor beside him, trying desperately to breathe.

“oh-” he guffawed out, “oh fuck.”

you shook off the last bit of giggles, straddling his lower stomach, “are you okay?”

once his face went back to his normal color, he nodded as the last bit of laughter bubbled out of his body, “yeah, didn’t even hit anything. except for my butt.”

your head fell onto his chest as you broke into laughter all over again, “oh my god, perfect.”

❥ ejirou is the ass man of all ass men. he naps on it, grabs it, pokes it, smacks it, bites it—he’s an ass man. he squeezes it when he kisses or hugs you—his hands just naturally gravitate towards it.

since being with him, you’ve developed the habit of squatting rather than bending over to pick something up. you only walk behind him up the stairs, which sometimes is advantageous for you, considering you’re quite fond of his ass as well.

you’ll poke his butt when he goes upstairs, which starts an all-out chase around the entirety of the house. even at his agency, you’ll visit during his break to bring him something to eat and bug him for his hour lunch.

“thanks, babe,” he spoke through a mouth full of lunch, sat behind a sleek desk.

“no problem.” you had a chair pulled up next to his, fingering his hard, gelled up hair, “you should’ve taken off your hero costume.”

he eyed you knowingly, “why? cause my sash covers my ass?”

you grinned, “maybe. but i gotta say, i do love the half-naked part of your costume.”

“perv.”

“you’re one to talk.”

he chuckled and lifted you onto his lap, his hands resting comfortably where your hips ended and ass began, “yeah, but at least i’m honest about it.”

you cupped his cheeks and kissed his nose, “you are, my lovely, pervy ass-man.”

❥ hawks isn’t always with you, but when he is, he’s all over you. he’ll take you to the highest places and hold you, the two of you trapped between his wings. your ass is one of the more intimate places he loves.

sometimes he just needs to hold you in silence, listening to nothing but the sound of your breaths mingling and heartbeat becoming one. his hands will skim feather-lightly over your waist, hips, and ass.

you’d finger his feathers, gently rubbing them between your fingers. you’d gently rub the lightly scarred area where his wings sprouted from, basking in the sheer intimacy between the two of you.

other times, when he was less vulnerable and more of the happy, charismatic, witty hero that everyone knew, he’d tickle and carry you, make dirty jokes and innuendos that left you rolling your eyes.

you loved both sides, but you had to admit that the soft, quiet intimacy was your favorite.

“i love you.” you mumbled into his bare chest, slipping your hand down his back.

“i love you.” his eyes were closed, thumb smoothing over your hip, “all of you.”

his wings fluttered under your touch the moment you moved your hand up, his hand squeezing the fat between your hip and ass.

“me too.”