#mha x you

[everythingspokenfor]

All characters are aged up 18+ MDNI

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Bakugou doesn't care that you are making a mess on his pants, couldn't care any less about the messy white streaks you are leaving behind on the zipper of the navy suit.

Both of you knew at the end of the gala, you would be here, Bakugou buried inches deep in you while you clawed his back because your guts were being rearranged.

But you didn't expect that to be here, in Kirishima's office.

The event was cut unexpectedly short, as Bakugou dragged you to a spare room that also happened to be Kirishima's office.

You have already cum twice, cunt spasming around Bakugou's cock, as you look up at him, silently begging to slow down.

"s..sl..slow down..please..I came..just came.." you whimpered in his ear, praying he would listen and have mercy on you gooey cunt.

The thrusts stopped and he settled deep in you. The tip of his cock squished against your cervix, the both your cream collecting at the base of his cock. For a moment, you thought he was going to show you mercy, gonna spare your tight cunt and go easy on you.

But the glimmer in his eyes and the slight smirk on his face told you otherwise, he was going to be mean tonight. Bakugou pulled out of you, cock glistening with your cum, tip a deep red colour pressing against your swollen pussy.

Bakugou smeared his precum on your hard little clit, before fully pulling away, a thin string of slick connecting you both before it breaks.

Bakugou backs up to take a closer look at your state, you are a mess, skirt hiked up at your waist, gooey little pussy on display, breasts spilling from the top of your shirt. The site of your nipples almost peeking from the neckline making his dick throb. He turns you around, hand gentle as he guides you to lean against the wall.

"I'll go easy on ya' jus' wanna make sure the pussy is happy you know", He said while aligning his tip with your drippy hole.

Pushing in with a single thrust, giving you a moment to get used to his thick cock stretching your gummy walls again, his hand reached around you rub on your clit.

A weak whimper left your throat when he hissed,"Loosen up will ya' cunt is gripping me too tight, need ya to let my dick breath babe". He rubbed tight little circles on your clit and started thrusting. Making sure to hold your waist so you wouldn't fall.

"m' gonna cum, pl.. please it's there ... Please please" you babbled on, cunt spasming around him, you looked over his shoulder, silently begging him to not stop.

Bakugou's hand sped up and so did his thrusting, he could tell you were close. He felt you tense up as you came around him, pussy gushing as you shuddered and clawed at his arm.

Following you, Bakugou came in your gummy walls with a low grunt, few more thrusts and he relented his movement and pulled out.

"yer dripping, little cunt leaking all over the place" he said while gathering your cummy mixture and smearing it over your clit.

"no..no it's se.. sensitive please", you said as you pulled away his hand.

Bakugou gathered you in his arms and took you to the couch, laying you down he went to the attached bathroom to grab a washcloth and clean the mess between your legs.

He fixed your clothes and covered you with blanket. Before sitting beside you and running his fingers through your here.

He pulled out his phone to check what was going on at the gala only to be greeted with a message.

Shitty hair : Better clean the cum off my couch too Bakubro 😀💪🏼🧽🧼

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[kateschi]

in the stillness

synopsis: after an injury leaves you in the hospital, your husband stays by your side and watches over you, silent for a moment.

pairing: timeskip!bakugou katsuki x f!reader

⊹ ࣪ ˖ notes: him saying 'my wife' does things to me tbh

the steady beeping of machines fills the quiet hospital room, but katsuki can’t hear anything except the pounding of his own heart.

his eyes stay locked on you, lying still in the bed, wrapped in bandages that make his gut twist every time he looks at them.

he’s sitting beside you, arms crossed tightly over his chest, jaw clenched like he’s fighting back the urge to scream.

there’s a storm brewing behind his red eyes, and you can feel it—see it in the way his shoulders are tense, in how his leg hasn’t stopped bouncing since he got here.

“you can go home, y’know,” you murmur with a weak smile. “you don’t have to stay.”

his eyes snap to yours, his scowl deepening. “absolutely not,” he growls. “I’m not goin’ anywhere. you think I’m leavin’ you like this?”

you chuckle softly, even though it hurts a little to laugh. “I’m fine, katsuki. it’s just a few bruises. you’ve seen worse.”

“doesn’t matter,” he snaps, but there’s a roughness in his voice, something he’s trying to bury beneath the anger. “it doesn’t mean I’m leavin’. I should've been there faster. you wouldn’t be in this damn bed if I had been.”

you frown at his words, knowing exactly where his mind is going. “katsuki, it wasn’t your fault. I’m a hero too, remember? I know the risks.”

he scoffs, looking away from you, his hands tightening into fists on his knees. “don’t give me that crap. I’m supposed to have your back, and I didn’t. I was too slow.”

his voice wavers for a split second, and you see the guilt eating him alive.

“hey,” you say softly, reaching out to grab his hand. he flinches at the contact, not because he doesn’t want it, but because it’s you—hurt, reaching out to comfort him when it should be the other way around.

“I’m fine, katsuki,” you repeat, squeezing his hand gently. “you got there. that’s what matters.”

his gaze locks onto yours, fierce and frustrated. “no, what matters is that you wouldn’t be here if I’d been quicker. I shoulda seen it comin’. should've—”

you shake your head, cutting him off. “stop. you’re beating yourself up over something you couldn’t control.”

“that’s bullshit,” he snaps, standing up abruptly, pacing in the small space between the bed and the wall. his hands run through his hair, tugging at the strands in frustration. “I wasn’t fast enough. you could’ve died, because of me being too slow.”

the words hang heavy in the air, and you can see how much they’re weighing on him, tearing at him. this is katsuki at his rawest—angry not because of anyone else, but at himself.

he’s always been his harshest critic, and now, seeing you hurt, he’s taking all that anger out on himself.

you sit up a little, despite the dull ache that runs through your body. “but I didn’t, katsuki. I’m right here. you saved me.”

he stops pacing, standing still, his back to you. his shoulders are tense, and you can hear him take a deep breath, trying to reign in the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him.

when he finally turns around, his face is a mixture of anger and vulnerability—two emotions he’s never been good at handling.

“damn it,” he mutters, stalking back toward you. he sits on the edge of the bed this time, closer than before, and his hand finds yours again, this time holding on a little tighter.

“you don’t get it, y/n. I can’t—” his voice falters, and for a second, you see something crack in his usual tough demeanor.

“I can’t just sit here and act like it’s no big deal,” he says quietly. “seein’ you like that… I’m supposed to be stronger. supposed to be the one protectin’ you, and I couldn’t even do that right.”

your heart aches at how hard he’s being on himself, but you know this is how katsuki is. he carries the weight of responsibility like it’s his personal burden to bear, and any sign of failure hits him harder than it should.

you squeeze his hand, drawing his attention back to you. “you didn’t fail, katsuki. you got there. you stopped it before it got worse. that’s all I need.”

he doesn’t respond for a moment, just stares down at your intertwined hands, his thumb running over your knuckles absentmindedly. there’s a long silence before he speaks again, this time softer, more controlled.

“you’re my wife,” he mutters, almost like he’s reminding himself of it. “I’m supposed to keep you safe. you don’t get to get hurt like this.”

you smile, tugging lightly on his hand to bring him closer. “and I’m supposed to protect you too. we’re in this together, remember?”

he huffs, clearly still not happy with himself, but the tension in his shoulders eases just a little. “yeah, yeah,” he mutters, leaning back in his chair again.

but his hand never leaves yours, gripping it tightly like he’s afraid to let go.

“you’re not gettin’ rid of me,” he says after a long pause, his voice a little lighter now, though the worry is still there, lingering under the surface. “I’m stayin’ here until they force me out. and don’t even think about tryin’ to convince me otherwise.”

you laugh softly, the sound easing some of the heaviness in the room. “wouldn’t dream of it.”

for a moment, neither of you says anything, just sitting there in the quiet comfort of each other’s presence.

you can feel the intensity of his gaze, the way he’s still watching you like he’s waiting for something to go wrong, but you know he’ll calm down eventually.

he’s stubborn, protective, and always pushing himself harder than anyone else. but you wouldn’t have him any other way.

“rest, will ya?” he mutters after a while, his voice softer now. “I’ll be right here.”

you nod, letting your eyes close as you feel the exhaustion start to catch up to you. his hand is still holding yours, warm and solid, a constant reminder that he’s there, just like always.

you can barely catch him raising your hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to it.

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do not copy, translate, or plagarize

[smwhererealistic]

leaving them on read

characters: bakugou, deku, todoroki, denki, kirishima, shinsou, monoma, dabi, hawks

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[probablysimpledreams]

lovesick keigo who is a gift giver. between his upbringing and lack of romantic experience, he often struggles to vocalize how he feels. he finds he can express his love smoothly through gifts rather it be shiny rock his bird tendencies could not pass up on, a diamond necklace that hero paycheck covers without a fuss, or a mini clay sculpture of you two holding hands he tried his hardest to make cute. he makes sure to pour all his heart and love into every gift he gives you, proud smile on his face as you adore every item.

lovesick keigo who can only sleep if you're by his side. he's always struggled with episodes of insomnia, and then when he could sleep he'd be plagued with nightmares. however, when he has you in his arms, he can finally experience peace. your presence and love ground him, allowing him to finally rest. many dates are spent just laying around in bed together, his overworked body and mind finally able to take a break.

lovesick keigo who loves dancing around the kitchen with you. he has an extensive collection of old vinyls, so will throw on some romantic music and pull you into his arms. the moonlight lighting up the room as his wings flutter, spinning you around. the sound of your laugh mixes with his before kissing you tenderly. it's soft moments like this he remembers why he's fighting so hard, why protecting the world matters.

lovesick keigo who is a big fan of morning sex before he has to head out to work. he's always been a vivid dreamer when he's able to sleep, so it doesn't take long for those usual nightmares to turn into sexy wet dreams. at first he was really embarrassed by his actions, quick to run out of bed and clean up before you could notice. however, as time passes in the relationship he becomes more comfortable expressing his needs and desires. you definitely weren't complaining as he took sweet care of you, his low sleepy voice singing your praises as he fucked you, the soft morning sun rise sneaking through the blinds to illuminate the room.

lovesick keigo who loves eating pussy. he could go for hours, face buried between your thighs and he devours you. he keeps his hands tight on your thighs, forcing your body to stay still as he works you up. his face is completely soaked by the time he finally releases you from his grip, damp spot in his boxers, taking a moment to catch his breath before begging you to let him go for another round. he loves pleasuring you, the way your body shakes and the way his name leaves your mouth in desperate cries. he craves it.

lovesick keigo who found home in you. he feels so seen and valued by you. he doesn't have to work for your love, he just has to be who he is. at first this felt uncomfortable, the fact you didn't expect anything from him aside from pure authenticity scared him. yet despite how much it scared it, it excited him even more. he finally found where he belonged, a life and love to call his own. he's willing to do everything in this world to keep you by his side.

[angelltheninth]

What Kind of Rizz Boku No Hero Academia Guys Have

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya, Bakugo Katsuki, Shoto Todoroki, Eijiro Kirishima, Tenya Iida, Keigo Takami, Toya Todoroki x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, wholesome, flirting, being flustered, kissing, blushing, love confession, holding hands, love letters

Ko-Fi | Rules | Fandoms and Characters

A/N: This started as a joke but I really liked it.

IZUKU

Has no intentional rizz. What he does have is completely by accident, so much so that he doesn't even notice it himself and neither do you for the longest time. Any rizz he may have is fumbled by his aggressive blushing and stuttering when you flirt with him and expect him to do the same. Even if he has no rizz he's cute, he's compassionate, he's hard-working, and for you he is indeed boyfriend material.

BAKUGO

Extremely aggressive rizz on his part. There's no way he won't flirt with you any chance he gets, pulling you by the wrist and kissing your cheek in the middle of the hallway. Anyone who would even try to make fun of him for it would get an earful of arguments and insults hurled at them and perhaps more of he feels really pissed off. You're his girlfriend and he will flirt with you no matter who is watching, he won't back down from it.

SHOTO

Feels too drawn back to have rizz but that actually works in his favor. He doesn't say much to you unless he really likes you, otherwise he keeps it to subtle and short handholding sessions. A lot of what he will do, how he will flirt, depends on the weather, if it's cold he offers to warm you up, if it's hot he offers to cool you down, he uses his powers to make you more comfortable. If you don't want to cuddle he won't force you of course, but it is one of his strongest rizz moves.

EIJIRO

Really hopes he has enough rizz to confess to you and have you become his girlfriend. When he tries to confess he often gets his words stuck in his throat and ends up saying something silly instead. He does a lot to try to impress you with his physical feats when his words fail him, he tries to do really well in sports or in any Quirk demonstrations. Finally he works up the courage to tell you how he feels but in the process of it his Quirk activates.

TENYA

Absolutely no rizz to be found in his entire body. This isn't because he's not trying hard to have rizz, to flirt, to get you to be the flustered one in the relationship but it has very little success because you know him too well. One kiss will render him powerless at your feet, a complete puddle on the floor and he really wants to counter it. Unfortunately he can't find the words but he does manage to slip a love letter into your locker and run before you can open it.

KEIGO

Probably has one of the highest amounts of rizz among the heroes. Some of it is intentional, some of it isn't, he's really not trying to flirt with you or anyone. However that is what happens when you're one of the most famous, and in your opinion, handsome heroes in the whole world. He doesn't shy away from flirting with you in public, in front of cameras and reporters, in fact he will kiss you full on the mouth and have it make the news.

TOYA

Does have rizz, knows he has rizz, and uses that to his advantage to get you on his side when he needs to. Sure, he's the villain, he's the bad guy, the one man you shouldn't be attracted to and yet when he whispers sweet nothings in your ear you want nothing more than to be his. When you do go over to his side he doesn't stop, he pulls you onto his lap during meetings, grins while others groan at the sight. There is no force in the world that can stop his flirting.

[princesskenny1998]

MHA | Bakugou Katsuki x f!soft!reader ~ Background

Bakugou Katsuki wasn’t the type to notice people outside of his small circle. If someone wasn’t powerful, competitive, or didn’t spark his interest as a rival, they were simply background noise. And yet, there you were—a quiet, soft-spoken girl who had somehow caught his attention, despite everything that would have normally kept you invisible to him. You weren’t even in the hero course at UA. You didn’t attend combat training, nor did you possess some flashy quirk that screamed for attention. Instead, you preferred to stay in the background, almost as if you belonged there. But the more he caught glimpses of you around the school, the more he found himself intrigued.

It all began when he noticed you in the library one afternoon. You were sitting by yourself, reading a thick novel with the edges frayed, your brow furrowed in concentration. Katsuki had been searching for a book on battlefield strategy, but his attention drifted over to you. He hadn’t meant to stare, but he’d found himself watching as you turned each page with care, as if you were savoring every word. Your quiet, unassuming nature was foreign to him. Katsuki was so used to the loud, the bold, and the ambitious that you seemed almost unreal in comparison. Still, he tried to brush it off. But after that day, it felt like he saw you everywhere.

One rainy evening, he saw you sharing an umbrella with a younger student outside of UA’s dormitory. The way you stood there, holding the umbrella high enough to keep the kid dry while you got soaked yourself, struck a strange chord within him. You didn’t seem to mind being wet, either, as you smiled and patted the kid’s head, laughing quietly when he waved goodbye and ran off. It was such a simple act, yet Katsuki found himself dwelling on it long after the rain stopped.

It wasn’t until a few days later, in the hallway, that he got the chance to actually speak to you. He’d been rushing to his next class, not paying attention to his surroundings, when he nearly ran into you. You looked up at him, startled, with wide eyes that quickly turned into an embarrassed smile. Katsuki raised an eyebrow, half-expecting you to freeze and stutter some kind of apology, but instead, you just stepped aside, keeping your head down, and let him pass.

“Sorry about that,” you murmured, so softly he almost didn’t hear.

For reasons he couldn’t quite understand, he paused, watching you walk away. Something about your quiet demeanor, the way you seemed almost invisible but held a quiet strength, intrigued him.

“Hey,” he called, before he could stop himself.

You turned back to look at him, eyes widening slightly. “Yes?”

“Uh…you’re… in the general course, right?”

You nodded, looking a bit surprised. “Yeah. I am. Second year.”

He shifted awkwardly, trying to ignore the strange, unfamiliar feeling tugging at his chest. “I’m Bakugou. Bakugou Katsuki. Third year, hero course.”

You gave him a shy smile, nodding politely. “I know who you are. Everyone does. You’re one of the top hero students.”

Something about your words made his chest swell with pride. But the fact that you hadn’t said it in awe or admiration, just as a simple fact, somehow made it more…meaningful.

“Do you…like it here?” he found himself asking, almost surprised by his own question.

You hesitated, clearly not expecting him to ask something so personal. “It’s…fine. Different from what I’m used to, but fine.”

He didn’t know why, but he felt the urge to know more. “What did you do before coming here?”

“Just normal school stuff, I guess. I didn’t really stand out.” You smiled a bit self-consciously. “I wasn’t trying to become a hero, so I guess I’m just here to learn what I can.”

There was a sincerity in your tone that made him feel oddly at ease. Katsuki wasn’t sure why he was continuing the conversation, but he couldn’t seem to help himself.

“Well, maybe that’s a good thing. Hero work isn’t for everyone,” he muttered, almost to himself.

You laughed softly, and he looked up, surprised by the sound. It was a quiet laugh, but there was warmth in it that made his heart skip a beat.

“You’re probably right,” you replied, smiling. “But I think people like you make the hero course worth it.”

Katsuki blinked, taken aback by your words. He was used to people admiring him, even fearing him, but something about the way you said it, so matter-of-factly, struck him. You weren’t trying to flatter him or seek his approval; you were just being honest.

As you walked away, he found himself staring after you, feeling a strange warmth in his chest. For the first time, Katsuki felt something he couldn’t quite put into words—something that made him want to see you again.

After that, Katsuki found excuses to cross paths with you. He’d linger in the library, where you usually spent your free periods, or accidentally end up in the same cafeteria line. And somehow, each encounter led to a few more words exchanged, a few more glimpses of that quiet smile that left him feeling both annoyed and fascinated.

To you, Katsuki was a mystery. He was intense, with a reputation for his explosive temper and arrogance, yet he always seemed softer when he spoke to you. It was almost as if he had two sides—one for everyone else and one just for you. And you couldn’t deny that you found yourself looking forward to these chance encounters, even if they made your heart race and left you blushing.

One afternoon, as you sat in the library, buried in a book, you felt a shadow loom over you. Looking up, you found Katsuki standing there, hands in his pockets, looking unusually serious.

“Mind if I sit here?” he asked, his tone surprisingly polite.

You nodded, gesturing to the empty chair across from you. “Sure. It’s a public library, after all.”

He smirked at your joke, pulling the chair out and sitting down, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that made you blush.

“So, what’s so interesting about these books?” he asked, nodding toward the stack of novels you’d collected.

You shrugged, feeling a bit self-conscious under his gaze. “They’re just…an escape, I guess. I like getting lost in other worlds.”

“Huh.” He leaned back in his chair, watching you with a thoughtful expression. “Never thought about it like that.”

There was a pause as you both sat in comfortable silence, and you couldn’t help but notice the way his gaze softened whenever he looked at you. It was as if he saw something in you that no one else did, something that even you didn’t fully understand.

As the days went by, your encounters with Katsuki became more frequent, and soon it became clear to both of you that there was something more between you. One evening, as you walked together down a quiet corridor after class, he suddenly stopped, his hand reaching out to gently grasp your wrist.

“Hey,” he said, his voice surprisingly soft. “I…I like you.”

You looked up at him, your heart pounding as you searched his eyes for any sign of hesitation. But there was none. Instead, you saw a raw honesty, a vulnerability that he rarely showed to anyone else.

“I like you too,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, his hand moving to gently cup your cheek. “Then…can we…try this? Whatever this is?”

You nodded, your cheeks flushed as you smiled up at him. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

And from that moment on, Bakugou Katsuki became a part of your world, his presence a constant source of warmth and strength. Though he was still his usual brash self around others, he was always gentle with you, always careful to keep you safe and happy.

As the weeks passed, the two of you became inseparable, your quiet strength balancing out his fiery temper. And though Katsuki wasn’t one for grand gestures or flowery words, he made it clear in his own way just how much he cared for you.

One evening, as you sat together under the stars, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, murmuring, “You’re mine, got it? No one else gets to see this side of me but you.”

You smiled, feeling your heart swell with happiness as you snuggled closer to him. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

[redr0sewrites]

Cuddling with Touya is a must during the winter. He's soo warm

-B3an

🎀A/n: bean. ily. this made me giggle and cackle like a FREAK hes so silly ☹️

🎀Cw: none, just fluff !!!

you are so sosososoos sooooo right !!! Touya is genuinely so cozy to cuddle with, for a multitude of reasons. i headcanon that his hands and limbs are always really cold, but his chest is really warm, so the best way to warm up is to snuggle close. he also loves putting his cold hands under your shirt to warm them up, and just ends up pressing himself as close to you as possible

because of this, he's pretty clingy !! even when he isn't intending to, Touya always ends up gravitating towards you in search of both body heat and comfort. he's definitely very touch starved and is unused to gentle affection, so it takes him a while to let his guard down. probably very much against touching you early on in any sort of relationship with you, but overtime becomes more inclined to touch as he trusts you more

i wouldnt say he's self conscious per se, but he's definitely aware that his rough scars and piercings may make him a bit uncomfortable to hold. even if he swears it doesn't bother him, please reassure him that you don't mind :( it definitely eases some of his apprehension about touching you

i also think he's simply not used to non-violent physical touch as a concept. Touya grew up with Endeavor as a father, and i just don't think he received enough affection in his childhood or adulthood to be comfortable with it, so it definitely takes some time to adjust. obviously this transfers over into cuddling, so he has a hard time asking to cuddle at first. he will probably just act indifferent about it but in reality he desperately wants you to ask him to cuddle so he can say yes,,,

Touya is one of those people who will say that they're cold, and then physically be warm if that makes sense. like he could be shivering and whining about how he's literally freezing.... but then you touch him and he's burning up!!! as we know from his childhood, his body supports freezing temperatures, and so he's better at handling being cold than warm, but it still pisses him off because he's CONSTANTLY cold !!!!

likes when you play with his hair, it makes him really sleepy

also ??? expect him to absolutely melt if you kiss his scars or praise him when he's feeling vulnerable enough to cuddle. there aren't many times where you can see behind his facade, at least at first, but this is the quickest way to do so. as previously mentioned, he's horrendously starved for affection, and really enjoys your praise

no matter your size, Touya prefers having you lay on top of him. it both allows you to rest against his chest and for him to hold you close, which is optimal for both of you, especially at first when he's still getting the feel of physical touch. it allows him to be in control and feel secure, while also giving you the affection you need as well.

another pro of getting to lay on his chest is listening to his heart beat. especially if its post war Touya, he knows that listening to his heartbeat and knowing that he's still alive and still here is reassuring to you. this also helps him as he gets nightmares or night terrors a lot, and just listening to your breathing and knowing your safe and staying with him helps calm him down.

this is another personal headcanon, but i think once he trusts you enough, Touya would secretly prefer to be the little spoon rather than the big spoon. he really wants to be held, and like i said, likes when you play with his hair, but most of all... neck kisses. he adores them. you press a sweet little kiss to the back of his neck while cuddling?? boom he's yours forever

he does enjoy holding you though, and i feel like he'd tap your body or rub little messages into your skin subconsciously. maybe i'm just projecting my own neurodivergent stims onto him, but i truly think he's also neurodivergent in some way and would be super touchy in the sense that he'd tap out little patterns on your skin, rub his name onto you as he holds you, stuff like that. most of the time he doesn't even realize, he just needs something to do with his hands. definitely rubs your hand with his thumb while holding hands too,,,

huge fan of pda- Touya wants everyone to know that your together. when your cold in public, he literally just slides a hand under your shirt or skirt or anything he can reach, and warms you up with his quirk. to onlookers it looks more risqué then it actually is, but that's the best part in his eyes

Touya isnt a very deep sleeper, he has nightmares and night terrors a lot and overall it takes him a while to fall asleep. when it's chilly out this is especially amplified as he CANNOT sleep when its cold, so he loves sleeping and cuddling with you because A) it warms him up and B) it soothes his anxieties

overall, Touya both loves and hates when your cold. he hates it because he can't stand when your uncomfortable,,, but also loves it because it means he gets to cuddle with you !!!

"why are you so far away?" you grumble, reaching out in search of your lover. Touya lets out a disgruntled whine as an arm snakes around his waist, pulling him up against your body. his tension involuntarily melts as you brush away the small hairs at the base of his neck, before pressing a small kiss to the now exposed skin and watching his ears redden.

"you're so cold... s'too cold. must've pulled away in my sleep. 'sorry babe." he mumbles, and you let out a giggle at his sleepy tone.

"s'ok Touya. y'know, i have to get up soon.."

he immediately perks up, squirming in your grasp until he's facing you, before wrapping is arms around your waist and burying his head in your hair.

"no. it's too cold to even go out."

"Touyaa!"

"stay here. we have to make up for lost time, since i didn't get to lay with you as much.. besides, missing one day of work/school isn't that bad, right?" a scarred hand creeps under your sleep shirt to caress your chilled skin.

"besides," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple as he speaks, "you deserve the rest."

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maybe this is ooc but idc i love him sooo much AND im picturing postwar!Touya so,,,, shh. pls send in more Touya asks. hes so silly.

[with-my-calamitous-love]

OCEAN BLUE EYES / I FEEL LIKE I MIGHT SINK AND DROWN AND DIE ༄

ua! touya todoroki x ua! reader headcanons <3

inspired by gorgeous

- villain touya is a ruthless, cold-hearted maniac. ua, hero-in-training touya is just a prick.

- he’s the kind of student that skips class religiously, but somehow gets amazing grades. he’ll give attitude to anything with legs, including you, but somehow pass every test. he’s also unreasonably competitive, joining about every sports he can make the time for.

- becoming friends with him was inevitable, giving his magnetic field being just a little too strong. at first, he should have taken it as a compliment the way you’d talk to everyone in the room but him. he’s unreasonably gorgeous without even knowing it.

- he’s an asshole, but he’s also funny. he’s the kind of guy that just knows what to say, so fucking cool it makes you hate him so fucking much. he has you feeling like a dumb high school student with a dumb high school crush. because you are.

- little do you know, that feeling is mutual. you’re ruining his life by not being his.

- on the outside, he’s smart, strong, and a great student. on the inside, he’s still got those same battles you’d come to know him for.

- he’s in ua, yes. he’s becoming a hero, yes. but he still wonders if it’ll measure up to what his father wants. sometimes he wonders if he’s doing it for himself, or for the bastard back at home. and though half the reason he’s in ua is to rebel against and piss off his father, he also wonders if he can at least be acknowledged by him.

- during training, he’s thinking about his worth. in class, he’s thinking about who he is. every waking moment spent at school, at home, or alone, he’s terrified of being nothing more than a failure.

- the only time he doesn’t feel like that is with you. which is why he’s so furious when he can’t say anything to your face. how dare you make him feel this way?

- he does the unthinkable, and goes to his mom for advice.

- “touya, you obviously like them.”

- “SHUT THE FUCK UP! sorry, love you.”

- its then you learn more about who he is, beyond just who he’s trying to be. you learn he loves winter, and tries to catch snowflakes on his tongue like a little kid. you learn his favourite meal is soba, and how you learn to make it how he likes it. you learn that he’s an oldest child, and as much as he insists his siblings are pains in his ass, he’ll help natsuo with his math homework, walk fuyumi home from school, and tuck shoto into bed.

- you teach him its okay to just be who he is now. that sometimes, just being happy is the sweetest vengeance against someone who hurt you.

- so you help him pick out his hero name, design his costume and fuel his dreams. he learns that he can be a hero for him. fuck everyone else, as he would say. except you.

- touya becomes your best friend, your ride or die. its this beautiful, parallel universe, one where its possible to save him. one where the light in his soul is nurtured and seen, and one where he’s happy.

- touya todorki is touya todoroki. in every universe, he’ll burn down anyone that gets in his path, whether thats being a villain or a hero. but he’s sure that in every one, you’re there waiting for him.

✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.* ⋆.˚

huge thank you to @sukunaes for helping me with this! i published this a while ago, but for some reason tumblr hid it 💔 but i’ve gotten to rewrite and add some more thoughts! i also have more ua touya stuff in my drafts 🫧❄️🪽🤍🐚🎧

[authorpanda15]

DRY

↳ hanta sero x gn!reader

a/n: drink water regularly. 💦👅

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sero’s skin dries rather easily; a result of him overusing his quirk.

he’d cringe at how dry he felt, and the subtle sound of his ashy skin as he rubbed his hand up and down his arm made him unusually shy. of course, the colder weather didn’t help.

you’re sitting next to him in bed when you notice the faint cracks on the skin near his elbow. “your skin gets chapped, too, huh?”

“damn, is it that noticeable?” sero asked, lifting his arm slightly. his elbow is the first thing his eyes land on.

“only from here, don’t worry.” something else grabs your attention, and you soon find yourself climbing out of bed and walking over to sero’s drawers. “now that we’re on the topic: i’m noticing a lack of moisturizer here.”

“I, uh, don’t keep that type of stuff in here.” sero coughed.

“doesn’t your skin get dry, though?”

“well, yeah. but–”

“so, why don’t you have anything?” sero groaned when you cut him off, pressing his face into the palm of his hand.

“I just– I don’t want the guys to tease me if I walk into the room smelling like jasmine or whatever,” he admitted, looking off to the side. “it’s... kind of embarrassing.”

“oh, the horror; a guy taking care of his skin...”

“okay– the sass? unnecessary.” sero doesn’t miss your snicker as you walk over to him, watching as you dig in your pocket and pull out a small squeeze bottle.

“here, use this. it’ll help with your dry skin.” he takes the bottle unopposed— ignoring when your fingers brush against each other. “it’s not unscented, but I don’t think you’ll mind the fragrance that much...”

sero briefly looks over the bottle, and his eyes soon lock onto something that makes the corner of his lips twitch. “citrus, eh?”

“don’t overthink it.” you shoot him a warning glare, and he returns it with a smug grin.

“too late, babe.”

[sightoru]

i'm not ready to let go of you. “ + Izuku? Please and thank you

Deku + I'm not ready to let you go

[Anon, you didn't pick a body part tho tbh not a big deal. I chose eyes for you.

Poem is "Sorrow is Not My Name by Ross Gay"

tw: angst but the ending is hopeful. happy endings only here.]  ——————————————————————————

Green is your favorite color. 

It's the color of the grass after the snow melts, it's the color of your bedspread and kitchen cabinets. It's the color of the avocado you smash on every sandwich you eat, and the color of the caterpillars that hang out in your garden. 

Green is also the color of Izuku's impossibly wide eyes, and they're currently pleading with you to stay. 

"I'm sorry I forgot about dinner," he whines, and you hate the tugging in your chest you feel at the pitch of his voice. "There was a villain and my students were there and I just had to make sure they were all safe. I'm so sorry I know we've had this planned for a while now."  You made reservations months in advance. The new restaurant was something you looked forward to trying, something fancy and high end. You, a fellow teacher, saved up for months just to be able to go, knowing that both your teacher salaries don't often allow for luxuries like dinners at nice restaurants. 

You look away from him, folding your legs to your chest, "I just…." you pause, swallowing the lump in your throat. "I was really looking forward to it." You don't want to say anymore. You don't trust yourself enough to keep the shake out of your voice. 

There's something about the quiet way you say it that makes Izuku's chest feel like black whip is wrapped around him; takes the air out of his lungs. He remembers your first date, years ago, when he decided to become a teacher and you were endlessly supportive of that — despite being a stranger. 

He remembers when you moved your stuff in, shades of green and white and brown took over the apartment. Pictures were hung on the wall (memories made, places seen, inside jokes created), green onions rest in a mason jar full of water near the sink (you refuse to let anything go to waste). You shoes are next to his, comparably untidy. The wood of your furniture is everywhere (the TV stand you found on the side of the road, the coffee table bought off Facebook marketplace. the bookshelf you got from a friend moving cross country. You're all over his life now, painting his world in shades of green.)

He remembers a poem he read long ago that reminds him of that moment. You quoted it to him once, "My colors green," you said. "I'm spring." He remembers all the things he loves about you: how easily you pull him off the brink, how you snort when you laugh. The way your lips purse when you're in thought. How your head naturally cocks slightly to the left. 

"Honey," he says, and the words stick the same way in his mouth, "I'm not ready to let you go. I'm sorry, I'll set boundaries with myself. I'll try to be better. For you."

For you, for you, for you, the words echo in your head and make you feel like you're swimming. It reminds you of the movie you both like, the main character telling his love interest, as you wish. For months after the first time you both watched it, the words were uttered constantly, 

"How am I supposed to feel," You ask, "when the task seems impossible? I feel awful I even have to say anything. We're both teachers. We both know how important raising the future is. I'm just…" words escape you for a moment. You glance up at him, take in the scar on his handsome face, "I'm just not as sure about this anymore."  He doesn't have to ask you what this is. He already knows, and the metaphorical black whip tightens around his chest. "I can quit," he offers. But you both know he's lying. 

He would never, and that's okay with you. You don't want him to feel like he has to choose between his passion and you. You just don't want to be forgotten. Something about it stirs up grimy childhood feelings — abandonment from your parents. Abandonment from your friends. 

("That sounds lonely," he told you once, after you shared childhood memories with him. "You…" he pauses, tastes the words in his mouth. "You don't have to be lonely again." 

You believed him, foolishly enough. To be fair, he kept his promise, until this past year.)

It makes you feel green. Green, like the olive branch he's trying to extend. You look over at him, trying to focus and keep the blur out of your eyes. "Don't do that," you say. "Just don't make plans with me you can't keep."

"I won't," he tells you eagerly, bundling you up in his arms."never again." he mutters into your hair. You pull away slightly, angle your face to his and take in the green of his eyes; the soft texture of his hair and the smattering of freckles across his tanned face. 

And what are you supposed to do when he holds you like that? When he sounds like that? His hands are so warm and tangled in your hair and his fingers are pressed into your back and all you can think about is how over and over and over again you'd devote yourself to him. It does not matter if he hurts you, it does not matter if you hurt him. The only choice you have is to believe him. 

So you do. 

[kurooh]

“ow! did you just pull my hair again?”

“denki, please. that didn’t hurt and you know it.”

“it does hurt,” he insists with a pout, crossing his legs tightly. denki maintains his whiny tone, going so far as to jerk his head to the side so you can’t give him the kiss he not-so-secretly craves.

“let’s see if it does,” you whisper, voice low and smooth. like a wrung out sponge, his mouth loses all moisture and he gasps like a fish until you tug on his hair, closing the distance between you. golden blond strands tangle further around your fingers, your grip tightening sporadically.

a whimper slips past denki’s lips and you swallow it eagerly, humming an affirmative sound into his mouth. the bruising kiss deepens, and the warmth in your tummy ignites into something that burns—the little air between your foreheads sparks electrically before he collapses into you with a sigh. your hand is now lost in denki’s hair, nails scratching along his scalp and eventually settling on the crown of his head.

“baby,” he whines, voice caught in his throat as he grabs at your hips, “need to taste you.”

“aw, denki,” you coo, leaning in to tuck your face into his neck. your cheeks burn with arousal, shockwaves of excitement shooting right between your legs at his simple words. his fingers fidget with the waistband of your underwear, and he bites back a groan when you spread your legs.

“d-don’t make me cum just yet, i haven’t even gotten your clothes off.”

“get to it, then,” you giggle, tugging his hair back and then pushing his head down. he moves with you easily, letting out a soft moan when your thighs are finally on either side of his head.

ever the tease, denki flattens his tongue and licks your cunt over the thin fabric of your panties. he can hear your breath hitch in your throat and taste your soaking sweetness through the cloth; his gold eyes roll back blissfully and he draws out the tease with a small smile.

“ah, ah—take ‘em off, denki.”

the firmness in your voice coupled with the harsh yank on his hair function as motivation to get him listening obediently. looking upwards, denki can see your pleased nods as he moves his mouth lower, his breath coming in steamy puffs against your fluttering cunt. at last, the panties are pulled to the side and he’s able to admire you fully—folds slick with honeyed desire, pussy clenching eagerly.

more saliva pools on his tongue when he finally leans in, experimentally licking an upwards stripe. you taste better than all of his favorite candies; he inhales deeply, taking in the scent of your body wash and letting his eyes focus intently on you.

“well, denki?” you ask impatiently, nails prodding against his scalp lightly. it’s a little embarrassing to be all spread out with him staring wildly, and he thankfully lets out a pleased hum before pushing forward. the tip of his nose bumps against your swelling clit and presses against it hard when he devotes himself to devouring you.

“f-fuck, jus’ like that,” you manage, swallowing hard and willing your hips to remain still. “denki!”

he loses himself in you, his eyes fluttering shut so he can savor you without any distractions—that is until something sharp presses into his scalp.

oh, well. it’s no matter, that sharp thing is probably your nail and an accident; but the sting comes again, accompanied with an unpleasant yank on his hair that definitely takes a few clumps away with it.

“denki!” you gasp, hand rushing to his shoulder to shake it insistently. he looks up excitedly, wondering if you’ll break the news that you’re about to cum for him. “denki, wake up!”

his eyes snap open and he looks around blearily, about to ask a question before the words are torn from his throat and replaced with a shriek.

“ow ow ow! stop pulling my hair!”

“i’m trying to get the bubblegum out!” you argue, combing over a particularly sensitive section. the teeth of the comb sharply graze over his scalp and he whines unhappily, swatting your hands away. “no, i’m almost done.”

“god,” denki mutters in annoyance. “how’d i even fall asleep with you giving me bald spots?”

“i don’t know,” you huff, looking over his shoulder with a hand on your hip. the aggravated look on your face dissipates when you look past his face, and he follows your eyes to his boner. “denki, are you actually hard?”

“well, yes!” he bursts out, cheeks flushing darkly as he crosses his legs immediately. “whatever, just get back to getting the gum out of my hair.”

[candiiee]

ᴅᴇᴋᴜᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ ᴛᴇɴ: ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ ᴀᴜ

summary: Izuku crushes on a hero student from class 1-A!

warnings: pure fluff, some angst, the F word friend/fuck

an: jfkedkckfjfj, f/f: favourite flower

Izuku focused on fixing this hero gadget like his life depended on it. And it did. His love life, to be exact.

The gadget belonged to you, Y/N, part of the hero course. You always came by, and talked to him, and as the poor sap that he is, he formed a crush on you.

And his chance to impress you had come, finally. You had come by, but this time, with a gadget of yours, that helped make your quirk withstand more.

And you had asked him, of all people to fix it! Izuku worked on it, working hard. He had to do this right. Maybe then, once he impressed you, he would get the courage and confidence to ask you out.

Soon it was done. He shakily sent you a text, that it was ready. You responded a few minutes later, saying you would come by in the afternoon.

Just enough time for Izuku to look presentable so he could woo you.

.

You came into view, and Izuku’s heart into his throat. Then he saw the guy next to you. And almost immediately, bitter jealousy, followed by heartbreak.

You were smiling with the guy, laughing and talking. Was he your boyfriend? You came up to Izuku, greeting him.

“Hi Midoriya-kun!” You said, waving at him.

“I-I told you you could call me I-Izuku..” he mumbled shyly.

“Who’s your friend?” He said, his smile ever so fake, giving him a once over.

“Oh! This is Denki, one of my friends. Denki, this is Mido-Izuku,” you corrected, making his heart flutter. He loved how you said his name. “Izuku is part of the support course.” You turned to him, smiling.

So Denki was a friend. Or so you said.

He mustered a simple "Hi."

Denki grinned, "Hey!"

"Um, here's your support equipment.." Izuku said, passing you it.

You smile, "Thanks! You're such a good friend!"

Dear Lord in heaven, strike me now. Life isn't worth it. After she leaves, I'm going to go cry into my pillow.

You don't notice his broken expression. "You did such a good job! It feels much lighter now, you're so cool, Izuku."

He musters a smile, "Thanks." at least you maybe thought he was cool.

Denki cleared his throat, “Y/N has something to say to you.”

You flushed, “I do not!”

“Yeah, you do. I came here to make sure you don’t chicken out.”

Izuku blinked, “What is it?”

You paused, glancing to the side, then finally..started to walk away. “Absolutely nothing!”

Izuku was baffled. What did you want to say?

“Um..we’ll catch you later!” Denki said, patting Izuku’s shoulder, and he almost recoiled.

“By the way, Y/N likes chocolate, sleeping, and the colour, uh, green, if you will. And her favourite flowers are f/f! Good luck!” And he was off, leaving Izuku confused.

“You’re so fucking dense.”

Izuku jumped as Bakugo appeared behind him.

“Wha-?”

@candiiee 2024

prompt my @getstarried

Taglist: @dokidokidraft @mo0nforme

[angelbaby191]

Detective

Katsuki Bakugo x Detective! Reader pt.2

part one

The metallic tang of ozone clung to the air, a leftover kiss from one of Bakugo’s earlier explosions. The underground garage echoed with the sound of your boots, steady against the concrete. Katsuki leaned against his battered motorcycle, arms crossed, crimson eyes flicking up when you stopped a few feet away.

"You always lurk in parking lots, or am I just special?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Special? Don’t flatter yourself," he shot back, though his voice lacked its usual bite. His gaze lingered on you, a flash of something unspoken passing through his expression before he turned away, his hands flexing against his crossed arms.

Tonight’s mission had ended clean, too clean. The same cartel pushing quirk enhancers had been one step ahead of you and Bakugo, leaving behind a nearly empty hideout and more questions than answers. Now, the two of you stood in the dim glow of the fluorescent garage lights, an unspoken tension hanging between you.

You crossed your arms, studying him. “So, this is where you brood when things don’t go your way?”

“Tch.” He scoffed, his eyes narrowing. “Don’t you have paperwork to do, Detective?”

“Plenty,” you replied, leaning casually against a nearby pillar. “But I thought I’d check in first. Something’s eating at you.”

“Nothing’s eating at me,” he growled, pushing off the motorcycle to face you. His broad shoulders squared up as if preparing for a fight. “What’s it to you anyway?”

“You’re tense,” you said, ignoring the rising irritation in his tone. “More than usual. And you’re not exactly subtle.”

He froze, his jaw tightening. You’d hit a nerve, though he was too stubborn to admit it. The two of you had been working together for months now, long enough for you to notice the subtle cracks in his armor. But tonight was different. His usual explosive bravado was laced with something heavier, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“It’s this case, isn’t it?” you pressed. “The enhancers. The overdoses. It’s getting under your skin.”

Bakugo scowled, his hands balling into fists at his sides. “Yeah, well, it should. This crap’s ruining people’s lives, and those bastards are still out there makin’ a profit. What the hell’s the point of all this if we can’t even stop ‘em?”

The raw frustration in his voice caught you off guard. You’d seen Bakugo angry—hell, that was his default setting—but this was different. This wasn’t just anger; it was guilt.

“Hey,” you said softly, stepping closer. “We’ll stop them. It’s not all on you.”

“Feels like it is,” he muttered, his voice quieter now. He turned away, staring at the oil-streaked concrete as if it held the answers he was searching for. “I��m the damn number two hero. If I can’t handle this—”

“Stop.” Your tone was firm, cutting through his self-doubt like a blade. He turned to look at you, his crimson eyes blazing. “You’re not in this alone, Katsuki. We’re a team, remember?”

“Tch. You’re just a cop,” he said, though there was no malice in his words. “A good one, but you don’t get it.”

“Don’t I?” You took another step closer, your boots clicking against the floor. “I see what this stuff does to people. The bodies it leaves behind. The families it tears apart. And yeah, it’s hard. But you’re not gonna fix it all by yourself.”

His gaze softened, the fire in his eyes dimming just a fraction. For a moment, the only sound was the faint hum of the garage lights.

“You’re annoyingly calm, you know that?” he muttered.

“Someone has to be,” you shot back, a small smirk tugging at your lips. “Can’t have you blowing up every five minutes.”

His lips quirked into the faintest hint of a smile, though he quickly hid it behind a scoff. “Whatever.”

You tilted your head, studying him. There was something vulnerable in the way he avoided your gaze, the way his hands flexed at his sides like he was holding himself back. You’d never seen him like this before, and it made your chest tighten with an unfamiliar warmth.

“Katsuki,” you said, your voice softer now. “What’s really going on?”

He hesitated, his mouth opening as if to speak, but no words came out. Instead, he clenched his fists, his gaze darting away.

“It’s you,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

You blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

“It’s you,” he repeated, louder this time. He turned to face you fully, his eyes blazing with a mix of frustration and something else—something deeper. “You drive me crazy, alright? You’re always so damn calm, so put together, like nothing can touch you. And it pisses me off because—because I care.”

Your breath hitched. The words hung in the air, raw and unpolished, but undeniably real. For a moment, you just stared at him, trying to process what he’d just said.

“I care,” he continued, his voice rising with each word. “And it scares the hell outta me, okay? Because you’re not like anyone else I’ve ever worked with. You’re—you’re different.”

The confession hit you like one of his explosions, leaving your mind spinning. This was Bakugo Katsuki, the brash, unrelenting pro hero who never backed down from a fight. And here he was, standing in front of you, vulnerable and exposed in a way you’d never thought possible.

“Katsuki…” you began, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Don’t,” he cut you off, his ears burning red. “Don’t make a big deal out of it, alright? I’m just saying it because you deserve to know.”

A slow smile spread across your face, warmth blooming in your chest. “You could’ve just asked me out, you know.”

He blinked, his scowl deepening. “What? Just like that? What if you said no?”

“Then I’d be an idiot,” you replied, stepping closer until you were almost within arm’s reach. “But for the record, I wouldn’t have.”

His eyes searched yours, uncertainty flickering in their crimson depths. Finally, he let out a huff, crossing his arms. “Fine. Then… you wanna go out or somethin’?”

Your smile widened. “Thought you’d never ask, Dynamight.”

He grumbled something under his breath, but you caught the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. As the two of you walked toward the exit, the tension between you eased, replaced by a quiet sense of understanding.

For all his explosions and bravado, Bakugo Katsuki had a way of making things unforgettable. And tonight, as the crisp night air greeted you, you couldn’t help but think: maybe this assignment wasn’t so bad after all.

[slayfics]

One of your Girls pt. 1

Hawks invites you over late at night.

650 words

You pulled up to the gated house, heart pounding, and fingers tightening around your steering wheel.

A huge mansion came into view and the fact that this wasn’t a dream finally set in.

Fuck, be cool, you cursed at yourself silently. But the shock you felt when first seeing the message from Hawks’s official hero account set in once again.

[Hawks]: Ok, so what if I am a little mad?

He was referring to your comment earlier in the day. You and Hawks happened to be the two heroes closest to a distress call. The villain was easy, and a quick capture with you both on the scene.

With Hawks on site, it was no question at all that a large number of paparazzi showed up. That wasn’t shocking at all, a usual occurrence for the popular hero.

The astounding part to Hawks was, they weren’t all focused on him. A larger part of the paparazzi stopped to take photos and ask for statements from you.

You were a recent graduate from U.A., known to be overly provocative with your hero work. You had risen in the popularity charts fast, and Hawks was seeing it with his own eyes for the first time.

Paparazzi swarmed you and you fed them well with sensual poses and suggestive remarks. Hawks watched, arms crossed, nose scrunched. The cameras flashed as reporters and fans continued to fawn over you.

Deciding that was enough you bid your adieu and strutted away. Taking notice of the sour look on Hawks's face for the first time.

“What’s the matter number two? Did I take the wind out from under your wings?” You asked teasingly.

Hawks gave a scoff, “Nah you’re just the pretty new thing for the time. The same thing happened when Mount Lady first came on the scene. Enjoy it while it lasts,” he remarked.

“Sure sounds like you’re upset. You know if you’re so mad you can take it out on me later,” you said with a wink as you departed.

Leaving Hawk's mouth agape, and eyebrow raised, at your provocative invitation.

The incident led to your phone sounding off with a notification in the dead of night.

[Hawks]: Ok, so what if I am a little mad?

Even reading the message several times over you still couldn’t believe Hawks really looked up your hero account and sent you a message. You were fast to respond with your usual flirtatious personality.

[You]: I’d be more than happy to come collect my punishment 😉.

Hawks’s next message was simple. An address. You blinked your eyes expecting to be seeing things. It was too unbelievable to think the number two hero would be calling you over at 1am.

Frenzy ensued as you rushed about, changing out of your comfy clothes into sexy lingerie, fixing your hair, brushing your teeth. Your heart pounding faster with each action.

Putting his address into your phone you decided you had no more time left to pamper up, being that he was a solid 45 minutes away.

[You]: Be there at 2.

[Hawks]: Sounds good.

The estate was unbelievable. You assumed it would be a big place given his hero status, but this went beyond anything your imagination cooked up.

Parked outside the gate you let out a breath, fuck ok. You uttered trying to calm yourself. Keeping your flirtatious confident demeanor was easy when doing hero work, one-on-one however was a different story.

The last thing you wanted was for Hawks to catch on to any of your nervousness.

This is fine, you told yourself. But your hands shook as you reached for your phone to text him.

[You]: How do I get into this castle?

Shortly after sending the text, the gate slowly pulled open.

[Hawks]: Buzzed you in. Come up, little hero.

One more deep breath and you drove through the gate following the driveway up. Unsure of what kind of night you just signed up for.

sinners: @unofficialsapphire @mintsbubbletea @starieqq

[literaila]

wedding planner (katsuki bakugo smau)

fem!reader, no quirks, adult life au

life as an event planner is... quieter than planned. mina ashido, your best friend, views this as a challenge. so when she gets engaged to eijirou kirishima it’s no big surprise that she asks you to plan the ceremony. the objective is simple: create the most magical, perfect wedding in just four months... oh, and accept the help of someone you've been running from since college--katsuki bakugo, who conveniently hates you. easy, right?

masterlist | the planners

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taglist (😭😭😭): @ghostlykey

[chaoticnephalemcinnamonroll]

Hagakure: What if people had food names and food had people names? Y/n: Hey, spaghetti, we’re having Hagakure for dinner. Shoto: What is wrong with you people? Tsu: Shut up, chocolate.