#izuku would laugh

[loverln]

very heroic, very plus ultra 🤭

[kalofi]

the potential hilarity of middle school krbk

[mettywiththenotes]

Hori killed off the villain trio because he knew they would have screamed the stadium down in the second year sports festival cheering for their heroes

[kickbutts-singsongs]

This is kind of a crack thought, but I’d love it if Horikoshi made DFO canon

but in the most anticlimactic way possible.

Like, we don’t see it during Bakugou’s fight, we don’t see it during Midoriya’s fight (and Shigaraki’s memories), but instead it’s after everything is over.

Everybody’s healing and getting better, and then Izuku and Katsuki, bored out of their minds, just decide to watch the footage of all the fights.

Squished together on a hospital bed, they’re watching Bakugou’s footage first (cuz Kacchan sugoi) and then Izuku’s like “hmmm hold on why does AFO look familiar?”

and then when they’re done, they watch All Might’s footage and Izuku’s eyes bug out of his head and goes “HOLY SHIT WAIT THATS MY DAD”

And then Katsuki just goes “huh. no wonder the fucker wasn’t around.”

and they just. move on.

[nanamisbabymama1]

huge week for bakudeku fans, ig y’all were right all along

[brainrot--central]

something about a character having a canonly very expressive face when he lets his emotions go unchecked but having absolutely unhealthy amounts of emotional repression at the same time.....

[dark-elf-writes]

I feel this is relevant to the bard Izuku talk.

[dreamersville]

omg like imagineeeee singing your heart out to a sad song — not because you could relate, but because the vocals are just magical and mha boyd are just ??? because last time the checked you and him were on excellent terms. so why are you dancing around talkkjng about “i dont think you ever loveddd meee” by tyrese , he literally just sat there and helped you with your hair, while uttering softly about how much he literally adores your entire existence????

or you hanging off the armrest of the couch, arm thrown over your eyes singing climax. but its not your fault that your playlist decided to play these songs ??? and how were you supposed to know he was back home you thought he left ??? now he’s thinking about the past 30 minutes trying to see if he did something wrong, thinking about how he might have accidentally pulled your hair or forgot about something and is just huffy about it until you tell him you just like the singers voice, and he didnt do nothing wrong

the softer babies who were on the verge of tears cause they really thought some thing bad happened 🥺🥺. you hear a sniffle and rumble arounf trying to turn the music down at least and get to your man tk see whats wrong. you holding him while he bhries his head in your chest and wraps around you scared of you leaving 🥺🥺 promising that he loves you and he sorry for what he did 🥺🥺🥺🥺.

nd ofc you’re laughing while you pepper his face with kisses cause how could he ever think you couldn’t love him ??

ughh.. im just thinking about it yk request are open

[softer-ua]

Imagine being All Might and finding this awkward rundown little boy who just fills you with hope for the future just as you were beginning to become jaded by all the bad in the world

They’re just so good in all the ways you believe matter that you can just see what a bright future they have and you wanna raise them up right so that they can reach their full potential and get everything they deserve after having such an unfair start in life

Then you slowly find out he’s utterly infatuated with this sweaty lil menace who’s just awful on all accounts and especially to your new son…

I’m just saying he probably enjoyed this a lil

[ddelline]

halcyon (and on and on) 4/5

work: halcyon (and on and on) fandom: 僕のヒーロ��アカデミア | my hero academia rating: E relationship(s): bakugō katsuki/midoriya izuku character(s): ensemble cast (tagged on ao3) tags: post-canon | characters are pro heroes | getting together | slow burn | mha manga spoilers | aged-up character(s) | canon-typical violence | mutual pining | eventual smut

summary work:

Life began as a massive explosion, a blinding light. In contrast, Katsuki’s demise begins with a flour streaked counter, wilting green onions, and a bloodied kitchen towel. or: Katsuki falls in love, wages a war, and learns how to unearth a forest from behind trees without resorting to large-scale arson.

summary chapter:

Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan. A litany shaped like Katsuki—Izuku’s Katsuki—echoes on the inside of his frontal lobe. Katsuki doesn’t know specific cases, but he’s sure that better men have gone to war over less. He doesn’t think of what to do next. His body just knows.

ch 04 | tactical defeat | here

[mrkeatingsblazer]

Me scrolling past all the Bakugou faces consequences fics bc izuku wouldn’t make him face consequences

[mettywiththenotes]

From the image of Uraraka that she posted, it would be fun if she decided to stay with toga and not with Deku as everyone expects

It would be! Sometimes I wonder if Hori would make Ochako seemingly not end up with anyone but shown being close with Toga (interpret that as you want, whether implied gfs or "newfound friends") and what happened is Ochako realized her crush on Izuku was just admiration

I always thought that would be an interesting way to do it, though it does feel unlikely because Shounen. If Hori did something like that I would be impressed

Imagine if Hori were to show it explicitly though?? Omg I would be very happy

[peachsukii]

Thinking about reader and fiancée!Bakugo prepping for their wedding when the important question of ‘who’s walking you down the aisle?’ comes up during a planning consultation.

“I’m still figuring it out,” you say to the planner nonchalantly. She nods, notating the response before continuing through the meeting per usual. Later that night, Bakugo decides to carefully bring the topic back up.

“I know it’s not easy, but do you wanna talk about earlier?” He asks gently, taking your hand in his. “Might wanna figure it out before the big day sneaks up on us.”

You know he’s right…but who the hell takes that place?

“I don’t know who to ask,” you whisper, somewhat talking to yourself rather than to him. “I don’t have any siblings and I’m not close with any other family members like that. I could ask Eiji or Izuku, but they’re already apart of our day in a big way. I don’t want them to feel pressured.”

“Why not?” Bakugo questions, moving his free hand to your shoulder. “Those idiots love you, peach. ‘Course they’d say yes if ya asked.”

“I know. But—”

“It’s not the same, I get it.”

There’s a brief silence before Bakugo’s eyes light up, an idea blossoming in his mind. “What about my dad?”

You give him a blank stare. “Huh?”

He tilts his head with a smile. “He loves ya like a daughter already, sweetheart.”

The thought lingers for a moment before the emotions catch up, a lump forming in your throat. Ever since you and Bakugo started dating, his family has been nothing but warm and welcoming to you. Mitsuki joked constantly that you were the daughter she wished she had for years, and Masaru struck up conversation with you at every dinner, his interest in you never feeling forced or fake.

Fidgeting a bit, you finally gather yourself enough to speak. “Would it be weird if I asked your mom instead?”

Bakugo laughs, but not at you, more-so in agreement. “Not at all. Think you can handle her? ‘Cause she will be a mess.”

That makes you giggle, the invisible pressure lifting from your shoulders and a sense of calm washing over you.

“If I can handle you, Mitsuki is nothing.”

[crushmeeren]

Sex chocolate with Hawks, Dabi, Aizawa and maybe Toshinori???

⋆ ft. izuku ⋆

⋆ this is written as if the guys didn’t know they’d eaten the chocolate and how they’d react to the treat. sorry I didn’t put Toshinori in this, I’m not quite sure how to write his personality yet. (ó﹏ò｡)

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Izuku’s lips would tug into a sheepish smile, no doubt thankful for the sweet treat pick me up. His eyes would brighten, a satisfied hum dancing in the air.

Izuku would be unbearably jittery out on patrol that evening, hopping from the sidewalk on one side the street to the other, green light crackling in his wake. He’d do it mindlessly, thoughts wandering to you and what you currently could be doing.

Suddenly, he’d be flailing mid air when he vividly imagines you on your knees, plush lips stretched so wide on his cock he knows it must hurt your mouth. Izuku would stumble when he hit the concrete, catching himself on the bench nearby.

Izuku’s expression would twist from calm to horrified, thoughts running a mile a minute when he steadies himself and realizes his cock is…hard. Throbbing. Straining against his hero suit. He’d make haste running to the nearest building with a public restroom.

Izuku would shut the door to the restroom and lock it before anyone could even notice he entered. He’d be frantic, shoving his pants down mid thigh as he leaned against the wall and hissed through his teeth when the cool air hit his freely bobbing cock.

He’d have a million concerns in the back of his head but not be able to focus on a single one. Izuku would have a one track mind, wrapping a hand around himself and jerking until he came in less than 20 seconds to the image of you on your knees.

Izuku would be so embarrassed afterwards, cheeks bright pink as he adjusts his clothes and washes his hands.

Being as smart as he is, he’d have a suspicion this is related to the chocolate you gave him and he intends to find out once he’s home. Once he returned, he’d tease you until you’re on the edge of tears and blurting out the truth, fucking you until your mind whites out and you scream his name.

Lucky you.

Keigo would give you a flirty grin, winking playfully as he snatched the chocolate from you and swallowed it within two bites. You’d give him an unimpressed look but he’d just laugh like it’s the funniest thing in the world.

Keigo isn’t surprised when he got a boner while soaring through the skies on the way to his agency. He’d been thinking about you anyways and his dick getting hard wasn’t uncommon when he thought of you. It’d be fair to say that happened often, if he’s honest.

Keigo would take note of the violent flush crawling down his neck and snaking under the fuzzy collar of his flight jacket. He’d suck his bottom lip in between his teeth and adjust his cock in his pants so it’s sticking straight up instead of outward.

He’d be able to somewhat focus on the business meeting he didn’t want to attend in the first place, only being reprimanded a few times more than normal for zoning out.

Keigo’s pulse would thunder. He’d wear a neutral expression, letting his chin rest in his propped up hand as he sent a feather to find and turn on the air because why the fuck is it so hot in here?

He’d text you something filthy as discreetly as he could under the table, biting his knuckles when you sent back a picture of yourself with your tits on display. Keigo would come to the conclusion that maybe he was a bit more pathetically horny than normal and he needed to ditch this meeting yesterday.

Keigo would go straight home, ignoring anyone who had tried to speak with him on his way out. He’d find you on the couch with nothing on but an oversized shirt and waving what’s left of the chocolate bar at him with a smirk when he entered through the balcony.

He wouldn’t even be upset when you told him what you’d done. He’d just crowd close, looming over you with a wolfish grin that shot a thrill down your spine.

Keigo would succumb to the aphrodisiac completely. He’d bend you over the backrest of the couch at hip level and wrench your arms taut behind you, fingers circling your wrists to secure you in place.

Keigo would have no mercy, sliding his cock in your tight pussy before you’re turned on enough to take him smoothly. He’d send a feather down to play with your clit until you strain to escape, not stopping despite your pleas because “this is what you wanted, isn’t it baby? yeah, so stop yapping and take it.”

In the end all you can do is nod, because if you truly wanted him to stop you’d only have to say the safe word.

Shouta would raise an eyebrow with a bored expression on his features. He’d roll his eyes and eat the chocolate after you pushed your lower lip out and fluttered your lashes at him.

Shouta’s a sucker for you.

He’d be grading papers that afternoon, knuckles rubbing at his sleepy eyes in the office of your shared home. He’d take a break, pressing his palms to his eyes and resting his elbows on the desk.

A scenario would pop into his head, one where you sat on the edge of the desk while he’d relax in his chair and lazily eat you out. He can imagine the way your clit would feel against his tongue, how warm and soft your pussy would be on his lips.

Shouta would lean back in the chair, a hand absently dropping to his lap to palm his cock and he’d be startled at just how much he’d filled out already. His dick hot and sticking to his inner thigh. Shocked at the unavoidable thick warmth swirling in his belly when it’d usually take a bit more than a brief daydream to get this worked up.

He’d be certain that you had something to do with this and irritation would lance through him. He’d sit in the kitchen once he’s finished, arms crossed and cock stubbornly refusing to flag until you returned home.

Shouta would ask you about it as if he were asking a child if they had stolen a cookie from the cookie jar. Easily, you admit to it. No hesitation, no shame, just a smug air about you.

Then, Shouta would make his fantasy a reality. He’d eat your pussy until you were right on the edge of cumming and then he’d stop. He’d speak condescendingly, saying “poor baby, your pussy just wants to cum doesn’t she?” as he sits you roughly down on his cock.

He’d spank you a few times, teasing you a bit more but he’d make you cum so intensely your toes would cramp — and then he’d keep going until his own brain got fuzzy.

Touya would say fuck no at first. He doesn’t like chocolate. Until you mention there’s something special about the sweet and he assumes it’s an edible. You don’t bother to correct him because, technically, it is an edible, just not the kind filled with weed.

Touya would be leaning his back against the railing on your balcony, angled so he can peer into the open doors of your living room. He’d have a cigarette dangling from his lips, scrubbing at his cheek with one hand because yeah, his cheeks are typically roasting but they’re never this hot.

He’d shrug it off and nonchalantly light up the cigarette with his pointer finger. He’d startle as the tiny flame bursts into a fireball that he really didn’t mean to create when you stride past the doorway in soft shorts that show the crease of where your thigh joins your ass.

You’d freeze mid step and turn to stare at him incredulously, lips parted slightly when the aftershock of heated air damn near singes your skin.

Touya would be flustered. Cheeks painted rosy pink with embarrassment at the lack of control over his quirk. He’d scowl harshly, pinching his brows together as he dropped and stomped on his cigarette to put it out. He’d stalk towards you and snarl “why the hell are you wearing those fucking shorts?” as if his sudden overbearing lust is your fault specifically.

You’d roll your eyes and begin walking in the direction you’d intended in the first place but Touya would snatch your wrist tight enough the bones grind together and drag you to your bedroom. He’d ignore your obviously fake bewildered expression and shove you onto the mattress. He can’t focus on the fact that you seem to be going along with this a bit too easily.

His cock would be jumping and pushing painfully against the zipper of his jeans before he so much as kissed you. He wouldn’t get either of you truly naked, he’d just slide your soft shorts to the side and unzip his jeans. He’d shove your shirt to your collarbone so he could watch the way your tits are about to bounce.

Touya would yank your ankles up and over his shoulders until the backs of your thighs press into his chest and then fold you in half like you’re a fucking blanket. He’d tilt his hips until his tip catches on your pussy and then he’s shoving his cock all the way inside to steal the breath from your lungs.

Touya wouldn’t have the self control to stop for a long time that evening and you’d almost regret giving him the chocolate. Almost.

[startaee]

its a sunday morning and you're entering the elevator with your little nephew. he's whining and stomping his tiny legs as you drag him by his little hand when the doors finally shut.

"c'mon sweetie it's okay...." you pout, crouching down to his level and meeting his wet eyes. you ruffle his hair with your spare hand and hold the newly purchased cap up with your other. "b-but...i wanted d-dynamight's cap!" he says, almost choking on his saliva. "oh, you..." you feel so bad for this little boy. he woke up (himself and you) at 7am on a sunday morning to go stand in the stupid line to get access to the limited edition hero merch. it was too bad that, that stupid dynamight happened to be everybody and their mother's favorite hero, because by the time you reached the entrance they were all sold out. "but, hey, you know, this shoto guy ain't half bad...?" you tried to chirp him up, opening up the cap as you point to the silly little picture of shoto. the elevator's reaching the penthouse, and you sigh when you realise you didn't even press the button for your floor. but hey, at least you finally get to meet the mystery man who bought the most expensive penthouse in your locality.

so your hands are gripping onto your little sad nephew's as he sniffles with his shoto cap on his tiny head and you turn slightly to look at, oh god.

a gorgeous man. tall and buff. a little scar on his right cheek. makes him look so much hotter. and then it hits you at the same time it hits your nephew. that's....

"DYNAMIGHT!!!!"

and you can't do much when the little boy throws himself onto him. dynamight's smirk turning into a worried frown as he wraps his arms around your nephew. "careful, kid." he chuckles as the little boy with wide eyes, tears completely dry now, speaks loudly about how much he loveeeessss him. you can't help but awe at the view infront of you as you realise how nice dynamight would look as a dad.

"you want that cap?" he whispers to the little boy who nods his head eagerly. to this, dynamight remembers izuku, and laughs a little at the memory.

then he takes the cap off of his head and sets it on the boy's.

"wow, you wear your own merch...?" you say as you try to be grateful and not cringe. and he immediately turns his head to you, with eyebrows furrowed, and a big pout on his lips, he's about to put you in your place for saying that.

but when his eyes fall on your face...the only voice that can be heard is your nephew's as he adjusts the cap on his head happily. his asks of an autograph go unheard by dynamight because....?

suddenly he's having heart problems again. and his ears are heating up, and he wants to know your name.

pt.2 pt.3

© startaee 2024. do not copy, translate or repost .

[queenpiranhadon]

So, it's basically canon that Pro Heroes come to assist heroes in training at UA, right?

Just imagine the horror the new generation of heroes would face when they realize that their opponent for training that day is none other than the Number Two Pro Hero, Dynamight.

It's a hero team vs villain simulation - a joint practice between both hero course classes - Katsuki basically has free range to destroy the mock city UA had built and the students had to prevent him from doing so, which was really just a waste of money because of the Pro Hero's already destructive tendencies.

He already had to regulate himself for Pro Hero work, so this was really just waving the reg flag in front of the bull.

Needless to say, they all got their asses kicked, all 40 of them. Whether it was due to falling debris or evading explosions, all of them were forced to wave their white flags eventually.

The students weren't so much in shock, they were in awe, of how a Pro Hero could be so powerful and intimidating, and well...badass.

Their main takeaway? Katsuki Bakugou was an impenetrable force to be reckoned with.

Or... at least for a few minutes.

You can imagine the shock on their faces when the grim and serious expression on Dynamight's face melts instantly when he hears a voice speak up behind him.

"Katsuki, if you keep frowning all the time, you're going to get wrinkles."

He turns around, a rare smile stretching across his face as he stares at you, his wife, like you're the only person in the world at that moment, like you're the only one that matters.

"Tch. I don't get wrinkle lines, woman. Yer just seein' things."Despite his slight harsh words, they're softer, somehow, and the happy twinkle in his eyes is unmistakable.

The students gape at each other. The Dynamight, Katsuki Bakugou , in love? The same pro hero that was wreaking havoc and creating carnage in his wake was the same one now staring at his wife with a dopey grin and peppering kisses across your face.

"Katsuki!" You whine, but it looses its credibility as you start to laugh at his antics. "What's gotten into you, huh?" you ask, a little softer, so that only he could hear.

He looks at you, a soft look in his eyes as he kisses you gently and lovingly pulling away to admire your pretty face.

"M'just feeling sentimental I guess... We were probably their age when we started dating huh?" He says, referring to the students.

You snort, recalling the time when Katsuki first asked you out. "Aww...is my baby feeling sentimental? You were a dork back then."

Katsuki looks offended and his grumbles, nipping your jawline in annoyance."Oi. I was not a dork back then. If anything, Izuku was the dork."

You smile teasingly, kissing his nose, effectively shutting your explosive husband up.

"Is that so? Because I recall you had your All Might posters set up in chronological order of his costume eras."

Katsuki's ears turn red and his large hand wraps around the back of your hand, burying your face in his chest.

"Shaddup woman. Yer the one who fell for this dork in the first place."

You laugh, your voice muffled by his chest, but he can still hear you just fine. Looking up at him you smile.

"You may be a dork, but you're my dork."

The students watch is abosolute shock, mouth gaping open as they wonder how the hell you were able to render Katsuki Bakugou to the sappy man they saw in front of them.

A/N: He's so silly I love him 🥰