#my hero academia x reader

[heartkaji]

currently thinking about bakugo “it’s not that deep” katsuki.

katsuki’s got a temper that makes him more chalant than not, but when it comes to everything else the blonde is relatively…unreactive. it’s not like he tries to be that way, he just has to be. when you’re surrounded by idiots like denki & sero on a daily basis, you eventually learn to choose your fucks & allocate them wisely.

“bakugo, class 1-B’s been hogging the hero equipment—how do we train now ?”

“it’s never that deep, tape face. just go later y’dumbass”

“bakubro, i think my situationship just blocked me—“

“literally just move on. really not that serious.”

the phrase has practically become katsuki’s signature one liner. so it’s a shock when his friends make you realize you’ve never actually heard the words from his lips.

“katsuki ? and nonchalant ? in the same sentence ? you must be joking.”

mina & sero are watching outer banks with your laptop while denki & kiri glance at each other in confusion. “you’re serious? he’s never said stuff like that to you ?”

“like ever?”

“never.” you run a brush through your hair. “though i guess i could imagine him talking to you guys that way.”

“double standards go crazy” mina mumbles. “real.”

“no, guys—all hope is not lost. it could be that y/n is really rational so he never has to say it, you feel me ?”

you scoff, but denki keeps talking, “we can test this out. just get y/n to act really dramatic and see how bakugo reacts.”

sero pauses the episode, ignoring the scowl that graces mina’s lips. “fifty bucks there really is a double standard and bakugo won’t act all nonchalant.”

“fifty bucks ? that’s half my salary!”

“not my fault you work at mcdonald’s dawg. you guys in or what ?”

kiri’s quick to strike the deal on kaminari’s behalf. denki’s about to protest when the fiery blond walks in.

“disgusting. why are you all sitting around like degenerates? not you baby.”

“what happened to ‘hello, how are you?’”

“hi ‘suki.” you purr, ignoring sero. katsuki dips his head to peck your lips, a quiet ‘hey pretty’ mumbled into your cheek.

sero snaps his fingers at the display of affection. “excuse me? in front of my obx?”

“the one you’re watching with my netflix subscription?” bakugo snaps the laptop shut and mina protests with a mouth full of popcorn. you’re about to playfully defend the duo when kirishima nudges your elbow. he cocks his head towards bakugo and you understand immediately.

“katsuki,” you tug at the hem of your boyfriend’s sleeve & look into his eyes with the most tender expression you can muster. “i’m out of lipliner.”

“okay ?”

you hear a snort and you know it’s from sero.

“there’s nothing ‘okay’ about it ‘suki. i need a new one or else i’ll literally die.”

bakugo’s brows knit in confusion. “is this your way of begging me for money?” he begins to dig at his wallet and you swat his arm away.

“beg is insane.”

“i don’t need your money.” you snap. “i need my lipliner. now”

“just order—“ “now.”

“what do you mean now? it’s almost nine pm, where the fuck are you going ?”

“nowhere. i just need it.”

“do you have a fever ?” “katsuki!”

“i need it now ‘suki,” you hug your arms around his body and place your chin on his chest. “if i don’t get it right now i’m literally gonna cry.”

your lips jut into a pout. you can tell he’s about to protest so you take his palm into your own. “it’s not that—fuck. whatever. where the hell are my keys ?”

he gently nudges you off him before grabbing the car keys off the front table, a string of grumbles leaving his lips as he sets out on the side quest regardless. he shuts the door behind him & suddenly the room buzzes back to life.

“y/n your pussy cannot be that good.”

“literally what i’m saying bro.”

“ho did you use rose quartz on him ??”

“i always knew you were a witch for real.”

“this whole interaction just piss me off.”

“i’m going home. denki and kiri, you owe me fifty bucks each.”

“EACH ?”

( bonus )

it’s nearly half an hour later & katsuki isn’t back so you’re starting to get worried. sero and the gang have already left, leaving you to deal with the growing anxiety by yourself. you finally decided to text your boyfriend only to find he’s sent you several messages already:

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[cherries4katsuki]

GIGGLE GIGGLE

i got a new plumping lipgloss yesterday and this was my first thought.

# KISS IT ALL OFF .ᐟ — k. bakugou

katsuki’s rough hand grabbed your waist, pulling you closer toward his chest. he placed one finger under your chin in order to hold you under his gaze; which looked like a mixture of adoration and inspection.

“new lipgloss?,” he grinned, all the while looking down at your gloss coated lips. shining and smiling so prettily even though you knew it would be taken off in a few minutes anyway.

you hummed in confirmation, peeking at him through your lashes. “it’s flavored too.” that’s all you had to say before the ash-blonde man closed the distance and captured your lips with his own. he could never get enough of you, a sweet taste mingling with the minty one that he was yet to notice.

desperation filled his mind, allowing him to deepen the way he kissed you with need. the firm grip he had on your waist soon became a hand that sneaked under your shirt. his palm; calloused but warm, resided just above your abdomen before he abruptly pulled back with parted lips.

“the fuck is that shit?”

with a swift wipe with the back of his hand, he took off the residue of the sticky gloss from his scowl. he grunted something incoherent as he noticed the way your chest shook with all the giggles you were trying to contain, but failed miserably. “i don’t know what you mean, kats,” you blinked.

he doesn’t believe you. of course he doesn’t. not when you look like an evil person who’s victim fell straight in their trap. “bullshit,” he spat and he looked quite ridiculous poking his tongue out and lapping at his bottom lip to figure out what the tingly feeling was that prickled beneath the skin.

“for a pro-hero, you sure deserve an award for your dramatics.” you poked his chest and continued, “it’s a minty gloss. pretty normal for your lips to tingle.” katsuki replied with an irritated scoff before pecking your lips.

“might as well kiss it all off,” another peck. “gonna have to make it up to me. isn’t that right, pretty?”

©𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐀 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 & 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 !

[rebelssvy]

vulnerable ✧.*

bakugo x reader

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ “you drew stars, around my scars.”

⋆·˚ ༘ *

summary: fluff, somewhat sad. you get hurt and bakugo comes to cheer you up. you cry to him

you felt utterly helpless. after the most recent incident, you were left on a bed rest. hurting both your knees, and back lifting a building off civilians.

you sat in the dorm, as everyone else was at school. left in silence and your emotions. your thoughts became overwhelming. falling into a slumber you your mind drifted off.

it wasn’t long until you heard a knock on your door. “come in..” you mumbled, throat dry and scratchy. you weren’t sure who would be coming in to see you. it had been days since everything happened and only your close girl friends dropped by.

watching the door handle twist and pop open. katsuki stood in your door frame.

“holy shit it’s fucking depressing in here.” he stated before flipping on your light switch and closing the door behind him. you didn’t want him to see you like this. you had been very fond of him since first year. slowly growing closer to him as you became adults, about to graduate soon.

“hi..” you croaked out. become very aware of your voice. you gave him a weak smile.

“hey loser” he said dropping a bag onto your desk and pulling the chair over to your bed. before he sat down.

“i brought you some snacks. maybe you’ll be less rude to me i thought” he said with a chuckle.

“i-i haven’t seen you.. in what feels like forever.” you said hushed. not able to generate much volume in your speech.

he took in your expression. you looked slightly unkept, he still thought you were utterly gorgeous. you had yourself hidden in your hoodie and blanket.

“they took m-me for surgery.. right after i passed out. i guess adrenaline can only get you so far..” you said as if he wasn’t aware. you didn’t know it but he had stayed at the hospital the entire time.

his hardened expression switched to one of love and care. he dropped his head before saying “can i see..” he looked sincere.

you nodded before sitting up, moving your blanket out of the way. you showed him your legs. all bruised and scarred, some of the pen from the surgery still apparent.

you awaited his reaction. wondering if he would feel disgusted or not. would this be the moment he decided he would never like you, or the opposite. maybe he would think i am strong. you thought

“i already think your strong, y/n.” you gasped, can he read your mind? “i can read you like a book.” he stated chuckling. you laughed with him.

you sat in silence before sitting up farther. “do you.. want to see my back?” you asked him. almost wanting a form of validation. for him to tell you your scars didn’t ’make you’.

“yes. show me.” he responded, still calm. you noticed a subtle blush on his face.

you reached around your back, finding the hem of your hoodie. before groaning. you were still in a lot of pain. unable to get it over your head.

“can you help me?” asking weakly. he didn’t respond verbally, he just smiled softly and brought his hands to yours.

for his quirk being so hot, his hands were often cold. you drew in a quick breath when he made contact with your skin.

he studied you, bringing your hoodie up over your head. holding it over your naked cleavage. the doctors still didn’t want you wearing bras for it could mess up your stitching.

once again you felt vulnerable. waiting for him to say somthing. he ran his fingers near your incision. you watched his face as he did so.

you felt your eyes gloss over. growing very emotional at his touch. trying your best not to cry, you let your eyes fall to your knees. staring at them instead of him.

“you can cry around me… cry baby.” he said softly, his eyes now on your face. without another word you started sobbing. all the emotions that had been off, switched on from his touch.

you sounded embarrassing, stifling, groaning. you felt every emotion at once. quivering, you whispered, “i’m sor-ry you have to see me like this.”

before you could say anything else he pulled you into a hug. hugging you like you could slip away at any moment. you grabbed onto him, dampening his hoodie.

the moment was just you, intimate. vulnerable.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:··:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:··:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

i think i’m gonna make this but with kiri!! why not loll. please give me asks. i’m beggin

[minkoq]

🍓 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

too horny to function with katsuki bakugou; wife! reader

warnings: nsfw, male masturbation, handjob, titjob, spitting, dirty talk, teasing, praise kink, desperate! bakugou, mommy kink, cumshot, pet names; baby, mommy, good boy

🍓 — it was truly difficult to keep his hands to himself, he's been so busy with work recently that he couldn't even do stuff with his sweet wife; you.

🍓 — the thoughts running through his head as he just simply sat on the sofa, observing you how you just searched for something. he was ready to pounce on you any given moment, but you looked so cute with the frown on your face, wondering where you might have put the thing you're searching.

🍓 — your butt looked so round and juicy as you got onto your knees to look underneath the book shelf. his crimson eyes watching every movement, he bit his lip as he sighed to himself, his leg bouncing impatiently.

🍓 — katsuki clenched his fists when his cock slowly but surely grew stiff in his pants, he adjusted his position on the couch. were you always this oblivious to your surroundings? he could've sworn you did it on purpose.

🍓 — his breath hitched as you walked past him, your sweet scent filling his nostrils. he turned his head to look behind him, you were, again, on your knees while looking underneath the dining table. fuck, he needed to rub his cock onto your pussy. or anywhere on your body, he didn't care, he just wanted your touch on his sensitive dick.

🍓 — his hand travelled down to his crotch, rubbing his growing bulge gently. his hips bucked up gently to get more comfortable on the sofa, he looked behind him again swiftly, to make sure you're not noticing that he was touching himself so openly in your shared livingroom.

🍓 — he pushed his sweatpants down a bit, his thumbs slipping underneath the waistband of his boxers, then his cock sprung out, hitting his abdomen gently. he sighed in need, his right hand taking the meaty cock whilst giving it a few strokes.

🍓 — whatever you were doing, probably still looking for the same thing as earlier, was apparently so important that you didn't notice your husband touching himself just to the mere thought of your sweet cunt.

🍓 — katsuki's eyes shot to his wedding ring, his cock jumped in excitement, he actually is married to such a hot woman. so why was he here, on the sofa, alone. why is he jerking off when his wife could simply help him? he won't ask her though, he can satisfy himself, right? right.

🍓 — his movements grew a bit faster, "oh gosh, katsuki!" your surprised voice shot through the silence, his gaze dropped onto you. his heart pounding hard against his ribcage. his cheeks flared up due to being caught. he could only manage soft stutters out of his lips.

🍓 — "you need help?" he gulped, but nodded. how could he ever say no to you? especially when his cock is aching for any type of stimulation. "please," he managed to whimper out.

🍓 — you lowered down onto your knees in between his legs, your doe eyes gazing up into his red hues. your left hand found the base of his massive cock, your other hand teased his tip. "you're leaking," katsuki groaned at your soft giggle as your gentle fingers were toying with his cock.

🍓 — you collected all the saliva in your mouth, sticking your tongue out and letting it dribble onto the tip of his dick. katsuki whined out as your hands covered his cock in the sticky drool.

🍓 — his hips bucked into your grasp, his head was spinning. suddenly everything seemed erotic to him, your tiny top, the fact that you're not wearing a bra, or the fact that your wedding ring was shining underneath the dim light.

🍓 — "you like this huh?" you asked with a soft laugh, you flicked your wrist professionally. katsuki could've came right then and there, but not yet. "yeah, i do. i love it, mommy." he moaned out while throwing his head back slowly in pleasure. you smiled in surprise, so quick already to call you mommy? he must've been waiting for your touch.

🍓 — you chuckled, leaning in closer, "let me make you feel good, mh?" katsuki nodded, his blonde hair falling over his eyebrows. your upper body leaned onto his crotch, his wet cock brushing against your breasts. he moaned again, this time more desperate.

🍓 — you lifted up your top, your perky tits bouncing onto his cock softly. you squeezed them together with your upper arms, then placed his hard cock between the two breasts. katsuki began to thrust up into the flesh that was surrounding his dick. "such a good boy, yeah?"

🍓 — he couldn't hold it any longer, his cock twitched. the second your breasts touched his dick he was a goner, if he had to choose between tits or ass, it's definitely gonna be tits.

🍓 — "mo.. mommy." he stammered out, he felt like putty in your hands. he gripped the edges of the sofa, and then before he knew it, he shot his load everywhere.

🍓 — "oh!" you gasped out, his cum spurted everywhere. onto your tits, onto your hands, onto sofa, oh, and even on your chin and lips. you helped him ride out his orgasm as his hips stuttered, making sure to milk him. "good boy."

[crownofgildedlilies]

gingerbread house

pairing: bakugou x reader summary: Delicate gingerbread and a hot temper? Katsuki’s in trouble.  wc: 1.2k event masterlist

You knew what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to date Katsuki Bakugou. 

He was loud and abrasive, barreling ahead when he thought he was right and even though he often was, he struggled in admitting when he was wrong. He could take things too far sometimes, biting words digging deeper than he had originally meant for them to, but he was working on getting better at expressing himself. 

He was working on it. Slowly.

“I’m gonna blow this shit up, I swear.” 

“Katsuki,” You groaned, grin toying at your lips as you watched your boyfriend’s frustration bubble up over something that was supposed to be fun. “It doesn’t have to be perfect.”

Not sparing you a glance, he let out a huff you knew meant he disagreed. 

If you had known he would have gotten so stressed over simply building a gingerbread house with you, you wouldn’t have suggested it. 

“You wanna do this? I’m gonna do it right, for you.” He grumbled, hands practically twitching as he struggled not to demolish the delicate gingerbread that seemed to be the source of all his frustration. 

“That’s actually romantic, Kats.” You teased, propping your chin on your hand to watch him work. The rest of the common area was surprisingly empty, everyone either lounging in their rooms or escaping Katsuki’s anger by running last minute errands. 

You couldn’t blame them. 

“Tch,” He kissed his teeth in annoyance, but you knew him well enough to realize he wasn’t annoyed with you. Now, the gingerbread house that kept falling apart each time he tried to get it to stick together wasn’t quite so lucky. “I’m always romantic.” 

And he was, in his own gruff way you adored, but the comment was downright laughable to an outside perspective—especially as he glared at the mess of a gingerbread house he couldn’t get to stand up on the table between the two of you. 

“It’d be so romantic of you to let me help you,” You flashed him a grin, trying to convince him to do something you knew he was too stubborn to do. And as expected, he let out a grunt of annoyance before pinning you with a glare.

“You saying I can’t do it?” His rough voice accused you of what was considered a deadly sin in your relationship—telling Katsuki he wasn’t able to do something. His hands left the three gingerbread walls he managed to prop up together to pin you with a glare, red eyes narrowed in your direction as if he was just waiting for you to doubt his ability. 

Slowly, the gingerbread house slid apart, dropping onto the plate with a thud that seemed so much louder than it really was. 

Slapping your hand over your mouth to keep from laughing, but the damage was already done. Katsuki’s jaw clenched so hard you could have sworn you heard his teeth crack, face turning red with anger. He always made a conscious effort not to yell at you, but you could see just how thin the control on his temper was getting. 

“Don’t say a word.” He grit out through his teeth, and though your hand was still clamped over your mouth to keep from laughing at the horrible timing of the gingerbread house collapsing, you nodded your head. 

His hands were gripping the edges of the table as he alternated his glare between the uncooperative gingerbread house and where you sat beside him. Deciding the biggest risk of you laughing had passed, you moved the hand from over your mouth to grab Katuski’s wrist. You felt how tense he was, and part of you distantly worried about the possibility of him setting off his quirk and damaging the table. 

Mr. Aizawa would kill you. 

“I’m not going to say anything,” You started, still unable to smooth your lips into a flat line and erase your amused smile. Katsuki was frustrated, and you laughing about his struggle—with a gingerbread house—wasn’t going to make things better. “But please let me help? They’re a pain, and this frosting is a little too runny. It makes it hard to stick.”

He was silent, at first. Blowing out a puff of air and turning his head to the side so that you couldn’t see his face. Under your touch, you felt the tension in his wrist increase slightly. 

“Wanted to make it for you,” He grumbled out, voice low. If you hadn’t been waiting for him to say anything, you would have missed it. “You know, impress you, and shit.” 

You couldn’t help it anymore. You let out a quiet laugh. 

Katsuki snapped his head in your direction so fast you laughed again, and suddenly the gingerbread house was forgotten and you were the source of all his ire. And though you knew exactly what he was capable of, you met his glare with a bright smile. 

“What’s so funny?” He demanded, clearly grump, and you leaned closer in an attempt to get in his space and try to improve his mood. And maybe tease him a little bit, if you were being honest. 

“You’re trying to impress me?” You asked, smirking. He rolled his eyes, turning away from you again. Laughing softly, you sat up a bit straighter so you could reach his face and turn him by the jaw back to you. “First off, we’ve been dating long enough that you don’t need to do that.”

He scoffed, clearly in disagreement. He really was a romantic. 

“Secondly, you think a gingerbread house is the way to go about impressing me?” You were teasing, but Katsuki’s face tinged the slightest shade of red as he refused to meet your eye. Pushing yourself forward, you kissed him sweetly in an apology for your words. Grinning, you watched as his blush only darkened with your show of affection. 

“Hold the sides,” He ordered and you knew what he meant. Never one to waste time on too many words, Katsuki had a habit of giving the bare minimum of information before launching into a task. 

Following his directions, you held two sides of the gingerbread house upright while Katsuki used the frosting to stick it together. It took a while, but eventually you got all four sides and the roof in place. Sitting back to let the frosting harden, you grinned at the masterpiece you had briefly thought would never have been finished. 

“I’m impressed,” You admitted, snorting a laugh when Katsuki rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “I didn’t think it would make it through your anger.” 

“Brat,” He fired back, though you could see the trace of a smile on the corner of his lips. Grinning, you set your hand over his arm and squeezed it once to placate him. “Said I would build it for you, didn’t I?” 

You hummed, acknowledging that he had kept his word and built the gingerbread house for you. Eyeing the bare cookie walls, you knew what the next step was. And you also knew the gingerbread was far from safe.

“Ready to decorate now?”

For a moment, you thought he wouldn’t answer.

“Give me the damn candy.” 

[slapintoaslimjim]

holy fucking shit i was NOT expecting over 1k notes on this y’all are amazing i’m gonna kiss all of you wtf

katsuki bakugou boyfriend headcanons !

fem pronouns used :3

-you’re the ONLY person he allows to invade his personal space

-he actually gets kinda offended and pouty when you’re not clung to him while you two are spending alone time together

-“what’re you doing?” “kats i’m doing something real quick-“ “my girlfriend hates meeee” (dramatic much)

-you two have matching hoodies (that were his idea) and when you two wear them he’s constantly posting photos of you two wearing them

-scary dog privilege!!

-he doesn’t even have to say anything to anyone- no need for “i’m her boyfriend you prick” nope. his arm is either around your waist or his hand is holding yours and his presence is enough to keep people from being weird to you

-hot take, but he’s not possessive. he knows he can trust you and he knows you trust him

-protective? absolutely

-if it’s night time, just be prepared for constant check ins, or for him to self insert himself to come with you wherever you’re going. unless it’s a girls night out, he has the respect of boundaries to not insert himself into that and wants you to enjoy your time

-you’d swear he has maternal instincts because he does not go to sleep when you’re out late with friends, not until you are home

-he doesn’t flip his shit either if you don’t message him back in a “timely manner” bc yes he’s protective of you and wants you safe, but he’s not a controlling asshole

-he has a lot of body heat due to his quirk so anemic girlies who are always cold RISE UP cause he’s taking advantage of that to cuddle the shit out of you (even if you don’t have anemia he’s still gonna cuddle you)

-if you’re a miss independent, he loves that about you

-but some things he wants to do entirety for himself without your help/input

-paying for things (everything) is a big one. “babe i can pay for this it isn’t even much” and he won’t even verbally respond, he’ll just give you with an offended look like you just cussed him tf out LMAO

-he’ll set you on the counter and let you yap to him while he cooks for the two of you

-if he’s trying a new recipe, you’re his taste tester

-“this is actually really good, good job baby!”

-cue him smiling like an absolute fool

-you’re definitely his natural valium, whenever he’s in an overstimulated/pissed off/panicked state, something about your presence just calms him down to where he can talk it out with you

-oh, and don’t try insulting yourself around him

-cause good GOD the glare he’s gonna give you is insane

-knows how you’re feeling just by looking at you

-he’s a super observant person, so he knows a lot of your patterns, favorite things, etc without you having to mention them over and over

-“oh you’re making [favorite meal]?” “yea, ya mentioned how you haven’t had it in a while and how you missed it”

-food is definitely a bond and love language

-he’s pretty passive about pda, as long as he’s got an arm around you, or you’re holding his bicep he’s more than okay

[cowlings]

Omg I'm so obsessed with how you write deku,I absolutely love it, could you maybe do something more related to him?? Preferably smut💗

contains nsfw themes, mdni. oral (f! receiving), horny izuku (?), pray for inko midoriya, afab reader. this happened to me. i still am traumatized to this day. blurb + smau!

izuku midoriya is fairly easy to arouse.

he's a bundle of nerves whenever you touch him at first, with him feeling a knot form in his throat as he struggles to even form a sentence. it's a blessing and a curse, to know you can provoke such a reaction from your boyfriend at any given moment. it feeds your ego.

izuku midoriya seems to get aroused more often at his childhood home.

it provides a sense of comfort in him, it's the place where he grew up in, and also where he's most vulnerable. it's also, the place where he's currently living in. not every adult's dream, but he's managing through it until you both get your own apartment. he's too comfortable there, in fact, that whenever he finds alone time with you there, he's quick to pull down your pants and work on you.

izuku midoriya gets concentrated on you, and only you.

even during movie nights where he's spooning you on his couch, with his friends scattered on different parts of the living room, and his cock is pulsing onto your back. even during during training, when you use your quirk and hit that one pose that drives izuku wild—he'll never do anything about it unless you suggest it, or unless he's extremely desperate.

which is why you find yourself with legs spread wide open, sitting on his kitchen counter. he’s lost, tongue sliding through your folds as your hands are pulling on his hair. izuku's moans make you shiver from pleasure, with him never pulling away to catch his breath. izuku is a quick learner, and judging by your reactions, he’s quick to adapt to your preferences.

izuku midoriya has danger sense. it sucks ass.

because there’s no actual threat, but a slight shuffling sound makes him stop completely, pulling away and dragging you off the counter. you barely manage to pull up your pants when you see a wide eyed inko.

just. in. time.

your hands were still on the waistband of your pants, and the reaction that izuku’s mother had on her face had said enough.

“izuku midoriya. we’ll… have a talk later.”

[luviisabella]

You had a bad habit of catching an attitude with your boyfriend. Most days he wouldn’t mind it and actually found it attractive, but this time he was determined to find out why you were throwing a fit.

So it was no surprise you were under him like this and tied so there was no way you were getting out of this conversation.

18+ ⭐️

“As nice as it is seeing you like this, m’ gonna need you to talk me”

You were currently pinned by your boyfriend who had your hands tied above your head. Just to make sure you weren’t gonna escape he held your wrists together and had his knee pressed gently between your legs.

You turned your head to the side with a pout, refusing to talk to him.

He couldn’t help but bite back a grin. This little tantrum you were throwing was cute to him, but it wasn’t gonna get you what you wanted.

He leaned down towards you, gently grazing his lips against your jawline.

“I’m starting to think you like being tied up like this” he teasingly whispered into your ear

You turned to look at him in retaliation only for a moan to leave your lips and the sudden feeling of his knee pressed against your clothed pussy.

“So I was right..” he started kissing down your jawline and making his way to your shoulder where your shirt fell.

“You just wanted my attention”

From the way you melted into his touch he knew he was right. Was this because he left you a little earlier than usual this morning ? Making sure to still kiss you ‘good morning’ with breakfast already made but it clearly wasn’t enough for you.

You tried moving your hands only for his grip on your wrists to tighten.

“Mnm”

He stood up now, looking at the desperation on your face as you needly grinding against his leg.

“Hanta-“

“Hm ?” His lips came close to yours, he was waiting for permission, waiting for you to say it..

“Please” and before you could say anything more his lips crashed onto yours, his tongue passing through your lips to meet yours in a kiss that only made the tension in your stomach grow.

He kept his right hand placed on your wrists while his left came down to your hips, gently pressing your further down his leg.

You couldn’t help the moan that left your lips feeling your clit finally getting some sort of stimulation.

“You’re gonna cum for me like this.”

—

“Then maybe we can talk about removing this tape” and he gently tugged at the bondage around your wrists until it snapped back in place.

Needy.

[chaoticnephalemcinnamonroll]

Y/n: From now on we will be using code names. Y/n: You can address me as Eagle One. Y/n: Shoto is “been there done that”. Y/n: Katsuki is “currently doing that”. Y/n: Izuku is “it happened once in a dream”. Y/n: Tsu is “if I had to pick a girl”. Y/n: And Tokoyami is.. Y/n: Eagle Two Tokoyami: Oh thank god.

[ljubimaya]

𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐌'𝐒 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒

With the weather getting colder, you might find yourself cuddled up in blankets and sipping on some hot chocolate. Perhaps you would have an old, rugged looking book right on your coffee table waiting to be picked up. With fairytale season being in full swing, perhaps you would like to indulge in some nostalgic stories of enchanted forests, wicked witches, cursed princesses and bloodhungry beasts?

But oh, were your favorite fairytales always this 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨?

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓

GRIMM'S NIGHTMARES is an exclusively dark content collab inspired by the dark fairytales collected and written down by the Grimm brothers.The central theme of the collab are dark fairytales, but you are more than free to enter the collab with mythical figures (werewolves, vampires, ghosts, etc) without any fairytale in mind. Despite being inspired by the Grimm brothers, you are more than free to be inspired by other classic tales from around the world. 

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TOKYO REVENGERS

Werewolf! Baji Keisuke x Fem! Reader (Inspired by The little red riding hood) by @/ljubimaya

Mad hatter! Hanma Shuji x Reader (inspired by Alice in Wonderland) by @6ronze

[moonie-rambles]

ex-boyfriend shigaraki is (still) very much in love and obsessed with you.

ex-boyfriend shigaraki can't seem to forget you.

you, somehow, managed to breakup with him and come out alive. the truth is, he's not even sure himself, but he can't bring himself to use decay on you, it's like his heart physically hurts and stops when he even thinks about it, makes him choke on air and all.

tomura thinks that he can easily get over you.

but here's the catch now, he manages to score one night stands or simple hookups from villains that are not as famous as him, and he's getting frustrated because wow, no one fucking gets his body!

like yeah, sure, they'll see the biggest dick in their lives and go absolutely ham with it, but even then, it's so... boring to him. he can't even destress, this is having the complete opposite effect!

wanna know why? it's because they don't get him like you do. they'll see the scars in his chest and abs and say nothing about it, but if it were you, you'd trace each of them with your index finger while riding the life out of him. there's only lust in their gaze, missing that fondness and lovely eyes you'd give him, like he hanged the moon and the stars in the night sky just for you.

he doesn't feel appreciated or special like you made him feel. there's no sparks, nor the butterflies that you used to give him and make him silly, not even the aftercare, he used to care about aftercare when with you! so he's going insane cause oh my fucking god why don't you come back to him already he's getting real desperate here-

so you're at your house, doing whatever on saturday night and wearing your slip nightgown. there's a doorbell (he wouldn't have to fucking ring it if he didn't disintegrate the spare key you gave him three months in your relationship with him) and you're getting up.

only to be met by wet tear face and shigaraki tomura, the leader, the bossman of the most frightening villain organization on his knees for you.

you're surprised, actually. but before you can say anything, he's begging for you to let him inside the house. you cross your arms, furrow your eyebrows at him, and oh fuck he missed that expression of when you were about to scold him-

he's almost on the verge of crying again as he begs you, begs, to take him back. because he can't forget you, he just can't! you've got him addicted, felt stronger than any withdraw, he's sweating bullets and blushing so pathetically that you just... can't seem to resist.

for good measure, you fuck him twice as good as you usually do, and he's worshipping your body all night while repeating "i love you's" all over your skin. he won't let you forget that, he will never not tell you that again.

you're gonna be hearing that every single day until there's a ring on your finger and he's sharing last names with you.

and even then, he won't stop saying it, maybe more times a day, actually.

confess your sins, moonie: okay so i'm going insane for this man as you all can see. in real time i'll be ripping all my hair out and start to climb the walls like fjegnejfnrjdjfndnfejfjejfj FUCK i need him.

taglist status: opened! send requests in ask box.

[rebelssvy]

thinking about asking shoto, your best friend, how to please a man. it starts with soft kisses. him groaning into your mouth. his hands venturing your curves. nipping at your neck, utterly vulnerable. you were so embarrassed to even have to ask in the first place. but the emotions faded and became replaced with lust. something burned in your core. feeling far to hot when he finally pulled his cock out of his boxers. he guided your hand to his length. motioning for you to do what you wanted. giving you pointers when something felt good. once you got the hang of it he let his head fall back onto the pillow. it wasn’t long after that when he lunged forward at the feeling of your mouth on his tip. he lurched, body tingling at the sensation. he felt you circle him, before dragging your head down his cock. he moaned, reaching to grab your hair. he would mumble out, ‘i need to see you’ quickly. before his hands found your clothes ripping them off your body. you were left in your panties, bra thrown off the bed. forgetting about his cock he let his mouth work on your skin. pressing wet kisses all on your body. your back arched into him, moaning for ‘more’. he gave you more, pressing his large digits on your pussy. circling your clit. your hands found his biceps. shocked at this new sensation. your body felt like it was on fire. you begged him to fuck you. pleaded to him about how much you needed him. he tuned you around, all in a moment. pressing your face into the pillows and forcing your back up to him. ass up, arched. gasping at his actions, you felt his cock near your entrance. your hands grabbed onto his bed sheets under you. he pushed his way into your pussy. his body stalled, stuttering. you moaned into the fabric. he groaned at your expression. finally pushing himself, in and out of you. his balls slapped against you. he pounded you hard, too hard. the new sensation grew coiled in your tummy. it wasn’t until he slapped his hand flat against your ass that you came around his cock. shaking at his mercy, your moaned into the pillow. ‘you came so quick just like the little slut you are.. fuck.’ he groaned out still fucking you. his words rambled on. ‘pretty girl likes getting fucked by her best friend huh..’ and ‘fuck.. your so tight and wet..’ shaming you untill he pulled out and jerked himself off. finishing on your ass. after he fell on the bed right next to you. ‘i’m sorry. i don’t think your a slut..’ he said to you after the moment was over. you laughed with him, skin to skin.

[mindless-existence1]

Random Mha boyfriend headcannons

Authors note: So I have finals to study for and I said I wouldn't be posting stuff but I'm a fiber so I decided to write this short blurb instead of doing my actual school work

Live, laugh, love, yall

This includes fluff headcanons for Bakugo, Tokoyami, Denki, and Izuku

Tw: Cursing (f word like twice)

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Bakugo would be the king at making sure you have eaten. I'm taking he makes your favorite meals when he knows you've been having trouble eating, he's constantly checking up on you, etc.

Denki definitely plays dress to impress and would be so fucking terrible at it. He's rage quick after some 8 year Olds win by not even doing the theme. He'll play it with you and every time your outfit comes up he gives it 5 stars.

Tokoyami has a peak taste in music and would love to go to concerts with you. Like he'd be the kind of guy to find some random concert where the tickets and cheap and yall start listening to the bands music on the way to the concert. He just likes the atmosphere I fear

Izuku is super embarrassed about literally every form of pda. So tease him about it pls. Out snd about and you decide to hold his hand? Oh the poor guys is done for. A kiss? That's attempt of murder right there.

Denki is the type of guy to binge watch movies like nobody's business. Definitely will make 'movie dates' where yall just stay up till 3 am watching a 12 epsiode anime that will destroy your soul.

Bakugo will constantly have a be holding your waist or shoulder or hand or literally anything while yall are on a date. You call it being cutly protective. He calls it 'making sure those stupid extras know your mine'

Tokoyami will most definitely get matching jewelry with you. RINGS! This man would wear the fuck out of some rings, I'm talking stacked up and on each finger. He'd get ones to match yours so when you hold hands you can feel the rings on eachothers fingers. It gives him a warm feeling.

Izuku probably keeps a diary or some cute dorky thing like that. The pages are filled with stuff about you and your quirk and just YOU. He'll put notes you've shared over the course of your relationship and stuff like the movie tickets to your first ever date which was to the movies.

Tokoyami most definitely has some of the big and warm and amazing hoodies ever that you constantly steal. He gets cold really easily I think so he'd have a bunch. Most of them end up in your dorm. I imagine yall would like trade them out so then you could have one that smelled like him and he could have one that smelled like you.

Bakugo would feel so nervous and self contious about holding hands because they get sweaty really fast and he thinks it's the worst thing ever. So when you take it so confidently and lovingly in your hand his mind short circuits. He trys pulling away but you keep it in your hand. Some days he wears gloves to mask the sweat but other days he wants to feel your hand skin to skin.

Denki thinks he is extremely ritzy (sorry for the brain rot). He thinks he is a lady's man all day and he'll flirt like crazy with you but if you even so much as compliment him he turns to jelly. He's spewing pick up lone after pick up line then you reciprocate with a flirty remark and he just melts, you'd think he over used his quirk.

Izuku likes when you play with his hair. And in secret he'd also let you style it. His hair is so fluffy you could bury your hands in it forever. He'll lay his head in your lap and just let you go to town. Some days he'll let you put little braid in it or up into pony tails.

Bakugo radiates heat something crazy so cuddles are a must. It'd take a LOT to convince him to let you snuggle up with him on the common room couch but in your or his dorm? He'll eat you be all over him. He won't admit the fuzzy feeling he gets when you cuddle up with him and trace your fingers on the scars on his arms or up and down his abs.

Tokoyami would be so good with words and he wouldn't wouldn't know it. Like you'd ask if he liked your outfit and he'd hit you with straight poetry. Now this doesn't mean he's smooth all the time. The first time yall held hands he almost tweaked out, and the first time he saw you all dressed up for a date he almost fainted. But he has his moments.

Denki has crazy insomnia so he'd stay up late and if you don't stay up late he'd flood your phone with just random stuff he thinks about through out the night. If you also have insomnia he'd either be on face time with you or be with you irl. Yall would go on so many side quests at 3 am.

Izuku is a yapper but also an attentive listener. He'd love to hear you talk about the most boring thing in the world and not even care. He finds everything you talk about so interesting, he'd want you to reciprocate tho so when he yaps you also listen with your full heart.

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[motthe]

Hello hello! I would like to request newly datin with Shouto and they're ice skating! ^^ Congrats on your 2000 followers!

thank you so much!!! hope you enjoy it!!

Ice skating had been a terrible idea. You’d been so confident you could get used to this new activity—you were an up and coming hero, after all. Balance and adaptability were a big deal. Ice didn’t seem like such a bad idea, especially with your boyfriend (you still flushed thinking that, it was so new) knowing the ends and outs of it.

Now that you were here, gripping the edge of the rink like a lifeline as you slipped a bit further forward, all bets were off.

You glanced up at Shouto, taking in his handsome face for all of a second before he turned and snorted into the back of his hand. It was a poor attempt at hiding his amusement.

“Don’t laugh!” you huffed, one foot sliding a bit too far as you clutched the wall tighter. “It’s not as easy as it looks!”

“You need to push off instead of step,” he offered kindly, patient as he kept the snail’s pace with you. “I can help if you’d allow me.”

“No, I told myself I could do it, so I’m going to—”

You took one step and promptly lost the foot out from under you, landing in a pair of strong arms and a chest rumbling with laughter. You looked up to see Shouto’s smile, absolutely carefree in his mirth. If your heart wasn’t already in a frenzy from nearly cracking your head open, it’d be just from the view.

“Please,” he asked again, lips brushing your hairline, “let me teach you before you hurt yourself.”

“Okay,” you mumbled. Over the course of the first dates, your entire friendship, honestly, you’d yet to truly say no to Shouto. “If I pull you down with me, don’t complain!”

“Of course not,” he promised, too genuine to let you tease. Damn gentleman.

With a your dominant hand is his corresponding hand and his hand on your hip, he guided you forward. You looked down to watch how he pushed off the side of his skate, mimicking the movement and smiling when you finally made some leeway and quickly losing it as you went a bit faster than expected.

Shouto was a wall as your back, unmoving. The warmth of him had you growing flustered, attempting to keep some space between your bodies for manner’s sake.

Once you got the hang of pushing off, Shouto skated a half circle around you. Now in front of you, he took both of your hands into his, grip secure as you wobbly skated off of him.

“You’re doing great,” he said, smooth and rarely glancing back. If there weren’t other people around you bet he wouldn’t even need to.

“Did you learn to skate after getting your quirk?” you asked, comfortable enough to talk in the practice session.

He hummed, shaking his head. “My mother taught me.”

“Were you insufferably good then, too?”

At this, he allowed the teasing, smirking as his eyes moved from your feet to your eyes. “No, although I was a bit more confident than your first try.”

Your jaw dropped as his sass and he merely shrugged.

“I didn’t even attempt to hold onto the wall, so I fell right off the bat.”

Giggling, you went to respond before a couple of teens skirted by. The end of one of their skates bounced into yours. They kept going on without any harm, but the jolt scared you enough to lose your footing.

Your arms went taut as Shouto yanked you to him, taking your weight as you toppled over. He grunted at the impact, curled around you so he took the brunt of the fall.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” you blurted, trying to push off the ice and just slipping. Your chests bumped, sending another grunt through Shouto before he tumbled into chuckles.

Maybe it was the adrenaline or the fact his voice was so contagious, but you laughed along with him.

Being in his embrace like this, maybe ice skating had been a good idea after all.

[crownofgildedlilies]

holiday party

pairing: aizawa x reader summary: Shouta contemplates the possibility of expelling his coworkers. wc: 2.4k event masterlist

“Sensei, are you going to the staff holiday party tonight?”

You’d been a teacher at UA long enough to know to be suspicious of some students. There were some—Asui, Ochaco, Togata, Hado—who were genuinely interested in your life beyond school due to their openhearted personalities. They weren’t overstepping boundaries, but simply curious to get to know you. It was a good quality to have in a hero. 

But then there were students like Kaminari and Ashido. 

It’s not to say that they weren’t openhearted or curious, but their intentions seemed to dip more towards meddling than innocent questioning. 

“Why?” You glanced up from grading, casting a suspicious glance over the two students who had barged into your classroom during lunch. It was far from the first time students from Class 1A had taken over your free period, the frequency had gone down significantly since Shouta had lectured them about overstepping. You’d only smiled and assured him that they weren’t a bother, but he’d insisted. 

Most of the students seemed to get Aizawa’s message and respect your break as your free time. Kaminari and Ashido had only shown up more frequently, asking more and more questions about your personal life. Not that you had much of one beyond UA and being a pro hero. 

“Just curious!” Ashido’s words were rushed, punctuated by a nervous look from Kaminari that she met with wide, chastising eyes. You didn’t need to be a pro to realize they were hiding something, and Kaminari was dangerously close to spilling his secrets. 

“Uh-huh,” You hummed, turning back to your papers on your desk. They were a lot more organized than you usually kept them, thanks to Shouta staying late with you the previous week to help you get your classroom back together. And though he had been exhausted, like usual, he refused to give into your requests to let you finish on your own. 

“So? Are you?” Kaminari leaned forward, grinning as wide as he did when you announced class would be outside in the training fields. Finally pausing your grading, you leaned back into your office chair and examined them with narrowed eyes. Maybe you’d get Shouta to lecture them extra, for good measure.

“I am,” You confirmed, watching as the two students shared a brief look of excitement before turning back to face you, their lunch trays completely ignored on the desks before them. “Why do you two care so much? Students aren’t permitted to go.” 

“Mr. Aizawa said he was going to be there too, did you know?” Ashido ignored your question and countered with one of her own, giving her and Kaminari’s intentions away. 

“Oh,” You struggled to keep your expression neutral. “I get it, now.”

Denki Kaminari and Mina Ashido were far from the first set of students to try and set you up with Shouta Aizawa, but they were by far the least subtle about it. You were pretty sure they were only a few short minutes away from asking if you had a crush on their homeroom teacher. 

Every year, there were a few students that noticed the friendship between you and the underground hero and interpreted it as something deeper than it was. Sure, you were closer to Shouta than most others, and he dedicated a lot of his personal time to helping you with menial tasks or bettering yourself, but it didn’t mean anything. 

High schoolers just liked to see romance everywhere. 

Panic crossed over Kaminari and Ashido’s faces at the implication of being caught out, and you fought hard to keep your expression neutral and hide your amusement. But before you could assure them that you weren’t upset at their attempt to meddle, the door to your classroom opened abruptly. 

You half expected to see Shouta standing there, summoned by your thoughts and the mention of his name. But it was only Hizashi Yamada, dressed in his costume and grinning like he wanted to start some trouble. 

“Hi, Mr. Mic!” Kaminari greeted while him and Ashido scrambled to pack up their belongings and get out of the room. By their reaction, you could tell they clearly had thought Shouta had been the one at the door and panicked that he would catch onto their plan. 

“Bye, Senseis!” Ashido waved over her shoulder to both you and Yamada as she shoved Kaminari out the door. You returned the wave with an amused smile, knowing that they were far from discouraged from their plan. 

“What was that all about?” Yamada stepped closer to your desk to deliver the copies of an assignment you’d asked for, but his curiosity got the better of him. 

“They asked if I was going to the staff dinner tonight.” You explained casually, knowing what you were in for if you didn’t pick your words and your tone carefully. “They mentioned that Shouta would be there, as if that would encourage me to go.”

“Well?” Yamada asked, voice loud and taunting as he set his hands on your desk to lean closer, like he might be able to draw out your secrets that way. “Has Shouta finally asked you to be his date?” 

It wasn’t just the students who thought they could get you and Shouta together. 

“It’s a work holiday party, not a middle school dance.” You rolled your eyes, dropping your attention back to your papers to avoid looking at Yamada, lest he see the truth you had buried deep, deep down. “You sound like the students.” 

“Burn!” He shouted, and even without using his quirk he was loud enough to make you flinch. Shooting him a glare, you met his teasing smile head on. “You two are made for each other. Do me a favor and let me give a speech at the wedding?”

For the second time in only a few short minutes, the door to your classroom opened and another unannounced figure strolled in like they were taking your class.  

“Who’s getting married?” Nemuri Kayama asked, her long dark hair effortlessly cascading down her back and smug grin letting you know without a doubt that she was going to back Yamada in his teasing. 

“Who do we have bets on for getting married?” Yamada prompted her answer with his own question, causing your face to twist in confusion. There were a lot of bets floating around the UA teacher’s lounge, but you knew of only one that had to do with a relationship.

“Snipe and Ectoplasm?” You asked, throwing out the bet you and Kayama had made months prior after what was probably a few too many drinks. 

“No.” Yamada clapped loudly, then used both hands to point finger guns at you. “You and Eraser.”

With the pros Present Mic and Midnight laughing at the look on your face, you realized your lunch break was going to be eaten up by trying to convince your friends that there wasn’t anything going on between you and your mutual friend. They’d never believe you, but it was worth a shot.

Maybe you’d have Shouta give them a lecture, too. 

You blamed Kayama. You really blamed Yamada.

But you hadn’t stopped thinking about the fact that your coworkers had a bet running about how long until you’d get together with Shouta. You had a hard time believing that it had been kept up so long without you noticing, but Kayama had assured you that if you helped her win by making a move by Christmas, she’d give you half her cut. 

Yamada had yelled at you for thinking about cheating, and it was shortly after that your next class period started. You’d tried to focus, really, on what your lesson was about. But you had made a few errors, mind focused on something in the distance. 

Focusing on what exactly was so damning about you and Shouta that so many people seemed to think that it would be a good idea to get the two of you together. 

That thought led to you thinking about Shouta himself. And yeah, okay, he was one of the most attractive men you had ever seen. He was tall, had gorgeous hair—you had always loved when he let you tie it back for him. Not just because you got to run your fingers inconsequentially through his hair, but also because he looked even more attractive with it tied up in a knot at the base of his neck. 

You weren’t naive enough to think that your personalities didn’t mesh well, either. Both of your humors leaned towards the dry side, and where he struggled with caring about details he didn’t find rational, you did enough for the both of you. And he matched your energy like a puzzle piece, his strengths covering your weaknesses like you had been made for each other. 

And—fine. Maybe you could admit that you’d thought about kissing him stupid one or two times.

One thing led to another and you realized you had a massive crush on one of your closest friends.

“You’re very jumpy tonight,” 

Calm, rational. Shouta Aizawa was everything you currently weren’t as you clung to the wall of the teacher’s lounge, the space decorated for the holidays with drinks and music and food to snack on. You’d managed to keep yourself busy, distracted, but Vlad had just ditched you in favor of conversing with Cementoss about something you hadn’t actually heard him mention. 

Which had been fine with you. You weren’t exactly sure how to navigate your newly discovered feelings for Shouta. 

Until he approached you, drink in hand and looking devilishly handsome with his hair tied half up. You think you liked that style more than the low knot, you realized. 

“Am I?” You managed to squeak, tearing yourself from thoughts about all the different hairstyles you could get him to try out. He sent you a concerned look, intelligent eyes scanning your face for any sign of what might have caused your discomfort and change in demeanor. 

You were certain that you looked about as casual as Kaminiari and Ashido had in your classroom earlier that day. 

“Yes. Kayama asked me to come and check on you.” 

Traitor. You knew she was just trying to win her bet, and had hoped to accomplish it by sending him over to the corner of the room you had taken residence in for the evening. 

“Well?” Met only with your silence, Shouta had to prompt you again in an attempt to get your attention. Flushing slightly, you turned away from where you were glaring at Kayama and finally shifted your attention to the man you, apparently not so subtly, been avoiding all evening. “Are you alright?”

No, you weren’t. You found yourself with a massive crush on the one person students and coworkers had been pushing you towards for a few years. And if they had been nudging you towards him, it only stood to reason that they had been encouraging him to approach you, too. 

And if he hadn’t ever mentioned it to you, then he clearly didn’t feel the same towards you as you had recently realized. 

“Did you know there are bets about us getting together?” The words tumbled past your lips before you had the chance to stop them, and you winced, waiting for the shock and disgust to wash over the rational hero’s face. 

Except, he only turned to glare out over the rest of the party. You were pretty sure you saw Yamada and Kayama turn away quickly, as if they hadn’t been so clearly watching the two of you. 

“I’m assuming Hizashi is to blame for you finding out.” He simply sighed, bringing his attention back to you. Frowning, you flustered attention snagged on his last two words.

“Wait, find out? Did you know?” Your question brought a rare blush to his face, palm scrubbing over his face as he tried to think of an explanation for why you had been the last one to know about something that was so heavily focused on, well, you. 

“Yes, I did.” He admitted, voice almost deep and rough enough to distract you. You weren’t mad, just really, really confused. “I tried to get him to stop, but it spiralled out of my control. If you’re uncomfortable by it, I will talk to him again—”

“I’m not uncomfortable, Sho,” You interrupted, and though confusion knitted your features together you knew the one thing you weren’t confused about was whether or not your friends placing a few teasing bets made you uncomfortable. “I’m just not sure where everyone seems to be getting the idea that we’re made for eachother, like Yamada told me this morning.”

“It’s my fault.”

“What? How is it your fault?”

“A while ago, I told Hizashi how I felt about you, and he made a comment about how he bet that I wouldn’t tell you. Eventually, Kayama got brought into it, and before I could get them to stop, most of the faculty had placed money on it.”

“Hold on, slow down.” You waved your hand between the two of you as if to physically slow down his thoughts. Frowning, you tried to make sense of it in your head without jumping to conclusions and hurting your own feelings. “How do you feel about me?”

“This is not how I wanted to go about this, but I think my hand has been forced.” He turned sharply to glare at Yamada and Kayama again, only for you to follow his line of sight and realize that you and Shouta had gathered the attention of more of the staff. 

You felt the corners of your lips start to curve up as you wondered just how many of your friends had money on you and Shouta getting together. 

“Do you want to get out of here? I’d rather not have everyone listening in when I tell you how much I care about you.” He reasoned, and you couldn’t stop your smile from forming. Grinning, you nodded, and watched in delight as Shouta gave you his own hesitant smile. “And I think Hizashi is going to start singing carols soon, too.”

You smiled, laughing softly at his comment. You knew exactly what he meant—as soon as there was a sign of the colder months, Yamada was belting out holiday songs like his life depended on it. And his singing voice was not as enjoyable as his announcer voice.  

“Yeah, I’d like that.” 

Setting your discarded cup on a table as you passed, you used your newly freed hand to tentatively brush your knuckles against Shouta’s fingers. You weren’t sure how much he wanted everyone attending the staff party to know about what he had just confessed, but when he soundly wrapped his hand around yours to lead you from the room, you figured he didn’t care much at all. 

Which was fine by you. Kayama owed you half her winnings, anyways. 

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Could I request Kirishima, Bakugo and Tamaki with a biker s/o?

Pairings -> Kirishima Eijiro, Bakugo Katsuki, Tamaki Amajiki x Reader

Warnings -> None

Note -> Reader is a motorcyclist who likes to take them on rides

Genre -> Fluff

Kirishima Eijiro

He would be so proud of you

He would always yelled out how much of a manly person you are for having a bike for yourself

He would think you are so badass

For the first time, you would ask him if he would want to ride with you

He would be delighted to ride with you as you give him a helmet for protection

You would then ask him to sit behind you and wrap his arms around your waist to let you know he is behind you at all times

He would be a nervous wreak for wrapping his arms around your waist but then go confident enough to do it all the time when you ride together

So everytime after school, or having a bad day he would ask if he could ride with you as riding with you makes him feel free

Even at nighttime, seeing the lights zooming past fast enough

Riding with you makes him feel honored

Bakugo Katsuki

He would be so God damn proud to have a partner having a cool ass bike

Like the very time you told him you had a bike and if he wanted to ride with you

He was like "Hell yeah!"

You gave him a helmet and got on the bike

He then got on after you, sitting behind you

You told him he would have to wrap his arms around your waist in order to not fly off the bike

Since you had speakers in your helmet you heard him

"Tch, I don't need to do that idiot. I'll be fine"

You shrugged and started to drive, making bakugo wobble a bit then suddenly he wrapped his arms around you

You giggled as you drove faster

Now Bakugo is super confident to ride with you now

You and him would listen to music in the helmets as you ride onto the highways sometimes

If he needed to go somewhere, he would always ask you

Because you have a bike

Tamaki Amajiki

This poor baby would be so scared to ride with you

But he would then get use to it

But the very first time you rode with him he would hugging you tightly

But now he became more and more confident and trusts you

Tamaki would be still scared but he would be amazed on how well you drove the bike

You would always go to the speed limit

But that's because Tamaki is with you

But sometimes you would ride without tamaki and would ride your own way

But you didn't want to scare the poor guy

-A<3