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failedfics · 10 days ago

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BNHA/MHA Story Snippet #1: Kirishima X Reader

Quirkless AU -- Kirishima Eijiro X Reader

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Content: aged-up characters, (legal) drinking/alcohol misuse, (lowkey) cheating/infidelity, boyfriend's best friend, roast session, Kirishima drops f-bombs, swearing, confession but not in the way you're likely thinking, spending the night/unplanned sleepover, Bakugou is mentioned

(Skippable) Quick Context: The reader is with Bakugou, but Bakugou's a massive jerk towards her. Some way, some how, she ended up being alone with Kirishima at his place; I couldn't figure out how, and I wasn't even far enough in the story to be at this part, but it got written. I think it was supposed to be a party or something; I don't know. The premise of the story doesn't really matter anymore, but that's pretty much what happened before this snippet -- which is absolutely nothing, because it never got written and, like mentioned, I never got that far along in the story.

You poured yourself another drink.

When you went to lift the glass to your lips, Kirishima blocked your lips from the rim. The pair of you giggled. When you tried, again, to get a swig of the alcohol, Kirishima had stopped you once more. "What are you doing?" you chuckled. "I don't want you to drink too much," he said before putting a can of beer to his lips. You rose an eyebrow. "So you can be four beers deep, but I can only be two glasses of wine in?" The red head smiled at you. "That's different. You still have to drive home. Not to mention, you'll regret it when that massive hangover comes later." You scoffed. You went to take a sip out of your third glass of red wine, and Kirishima let you this time. "I couldn't possibly regret anything more than dating Bakugou."

The pair of you froze when you had said that. Shit, where had that come from? You looked over at Kirishima, and he was already looking at you. Your mouth fell agape. Way to confess that to his best friend. With no way to explain yourself, you took a big gulp of wine and averted your eyes. You were shocked to hear Kirishima suddenly laugh. "No kidding. It's hard enough being his friend sometimes. I don't know how you manage to be in a relationship with him." You weren't expecting that, and you were suddenly intrigued. You focused your eyes back on him. "It's hard being his friend?" Kirishima gave you an exaggerated look. "Being Katsuki Bakugou's friend? His best friend? The absolute hardest. Guy's a jerk."

Kirishima had six more beers, and you had finished off the first bottle of wine and were halfway through another bottle. You became giggly, and Kirishima's language became vulgar. Stories about Bakugou were swapped, and eventually, it became a bashing session. The pair of you talked about how he was a terrible person to be around, and how the pair of you found it hard to be around him most of the time. You talked about how he kept you around for ego and would constantly insult you, and Kirishima spoke of the same. You talked about his bad habits, and Kirishima disclosed some of his most embarrassing moments. Guess Bakugou wasn't as great as he made himself seem. "Honestly? Fuck him," you finally said. You tilted back your wine glass, trying desperately to get the last few drops of your sixth helping. "Seriously," Kirishima agreed, crushing his beer can and putting it in the small pile he had created on the table. A few moments of silence past before the red-head finally broke it.

"Hey, [Name]?"

"Hm?"

"Why do you put up with Bakugou, anyways?"

The question was sudden but one that you had seen coming. You laughed it off. "Why do you put up with, Bakugou?" Kirishima shook his head, sliding closer to you on the couch. "No, seriously. Why do you put up with him?" His close proximity flustered you -- either that, or you were warm from all that wine you had drunk, and Kirishima bringing all of his body heat from his own alcohol consumption hadn't made it better. "I mean--" his voice broke you out of your thoughts "--you're super nice, you're funny, and you're really cool to be around. Not to mention, you're smart, and..." Kirishima's voice drifted off before he confidently said "You have a gorgeous smile."

You felt your face flush -- it was definitely not the alcohol this time. You fiddled with the empty glass in your hands. "Y-you...like my smile?" He gave you his own signature grin. "Absolutely," he confirmed without hesitation. "And your laugh is fu--frickin' adorable," he censored. He must've realized that he'd swear a lot whenever he was tipsy, just as you had. You noticed that his arm was draped across the top of the couch and right next to you. You looked back at his reddened face. You felt your stomach flip when he leaned closer to you. Your knees were touching now, and you looked down briefly when you felt the contact. When Kirishima chuckled, you looked up at him again. "Sorry. I had scooted closer to you, because it seemed like we were super far away, but I guess that was the beer. Depth perception and everything." You felt the reverb of his laugh in your core, and the way that his lips curved when he smiled...

Your eyes widened, and you gasped audibly. This was starting to get too real. Better yet, it was getting too intimate. The red head's face immediately went to one of concern. "Hey, are you all right?" "Y-yeah, yeah! I'm go-- I'm fine!" You planted your hands on the couch to stand.

"It's just getting late, and I sh-- woah."

"H-hey! Careful!"

Not your brightest move. When you stood up so suddenly, everything came crashing back down, and you started to really feel the effects of all that wine that you had drunk. It was, admittedly, more powerful than you had anticipated. Still, you, thankfully, fell back onto the couch, but you slumped over and landed in the crook of Kirishima's arm in the process. The pair of you made eye contact, and it was no mistaking that you saw each other get flustered. It took some extra effort with the room spinning, but the pair of you separated from one another. You were now on opposite ends of the couch trying to gather yourselves.

Kirishima didn't allow the silence to linger for long, clearing his throat somewhat loudly before he spoke. "You were right about it getting late. We should get some sleep." You nodded, a delay in your voice as you agreed with a, "Y-yeah. We should." You felt as Kirishima moved to get off the couch, but it appeared that he was experiencing the same difficulties that you were. He chuckled. "Well, I was going to grab a blanket and tell you that you can have the bed, but, shit, I can't even make it to the closet." You joined him in laughter.

"I wouldn't want to take the bed from you anyways, if that makes you feel better."

More laughter. "It doesn't, because I can't make it to the fucking bedroom either."

"Well, how about this. Whoever can get up first can have the bedroom."

"Deal. Hope you don't mind sharing the couch if neither of us can get up though."

An agreement was made, and the night proceeded. Kirishima groaned as he reached out for the TV remote that was on the coffee table in front of you. Thankfully, a nearby lamp was used as the source of light, so it didn't take much effort to lean over and turn it off. You settled into your respective side of the couch as Kirishima turned on the TV and flipped through the selections of a random streaming service. "Any requests?" he asked. You yawned in response. "I don't think I'll be up for much longer. You can pick." Kirishima yawned backed. "Fucking same, dude. Whatever--" he selected a true crime series "--this will do."

The two of you weren't long into the show before you felt your eyelids get heavy. You regretted not wearing something comfier. You really wanted to take your jeans off, at the very least. You felt the straps of your bra bite into you, and you sighed. Suddenly, your jeans weren't the problem. You looked over at Kirishima, and his eyes were shut. You quickly snaked your arms under your shirt, removed your bra, and stuffed in between the cushions of the couch. This was much better. You curled up and shut your eyes. A few seconds went by before you opened them once more. This was not better. Your jeans were restricting you too much and curling up was just not an option. You weren't bold enough to take your jeans off. You looked over at Kirishima again; his eyes were still closed. You breathed heavily. "Fuck it." You needed to stretch out. You scooted over to the red head's side of the couch. You shamelessly laid your head in his lap, but it wasn't long before you felt him stir. You looked up at him, and you saw him looking down at you.

He gave you a quick smile. "Getting comfy?" You nodded. "Here. Let's do this instead." You lifted yourself off the man as he adjusted himself and swung his leg over you, sandwiching it between your body and the couch. You fell into a natural position and laid your head on his chest, nuzzling into him; he was so warm. You sighed in bliss. "Oh yeah, this is the stuff," you breathed out. You felt the rumble in Kirishima's chest as he chuckled. "Yeah? I meant to ask if you wanted to borrow some clothes. Don't get me wrong, you look nice, but I don't think that's suitable for sleep." Your eyes met his. "Wouldn't that mean you'd have to get up?" Kirishima smiled, resting his head on the plush arm of the couch. "I was just gonna give you what I was wearing to be honest." The pair of you laughed. "And besides, if I got up, I'd have to take the bed. Why would I wanna miss out on this?"

Your heart fluttered and clenched at the same time. Kirishima was so sweet, but this was not right. You shouldn't be over at your boyfriend's best friend's house by yourself. You shouldn't be enjoying the sweet words that your boyfriend's best friend said to you. You shouldn't be cuddling with your boyfriend's best friend on his couch. You shouldn't be happy that your boyfriend's best friend wanted to sleep together, too. You nuzzled more into Kirishima's chest. It was just the alcohol working. Your imagination and better judgement was just running free. You didn't like Kirishima that way. This was all platonic. It was just two tipsy friends sharing a couch.

"Hey, Kiri?"

"Hm?"

"Is that offer to borrow your clothes still available?"

"Of course. Did you want the shirt, too? I don't know if you'd be comfortable with me being shirtless."

It's just the alcohol working. This was all platonic.

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lcvekatsuki · 19 days ago

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. . chapter 02 . . .

“bumps along the way”

“Introduce yourself Rookie,” Commander Aizawa spoke with a rasped in his voice. I quickly nodded as I stood up , facing the rest of the people who would soon be my work mates .

My eyes traveled to glance at all of them, but one pair of eyes was hunting me down, glaring at me so hard I thought I’d commit a crime.

Oh wait I already did !

Taking a deep breath I laid my hands on my stomach , hugging myself softly . I imagine my hands were Akio’s, and he was cheering me on with a big hug.

“My name is L/n Y/n , I just graduated from Masayoshi Police Academy . And now im a rookie , training here to become a patrol officer or even more . ” I gave a small trembling smile before I quickly sat back down.

I could hear whispers talking about me . “If she graduated from Masayoshi she must be good.” A brown haired girl said as she caught my eyes looking at her , and waved but I quickly turned away .

“Alright settle down people , talk later serve now . You can introduce yourself to L/n , later but now we have to focus on saving lives . Stay safe and be careful out there .” Aizawa announced with a stern face , his toned arms crossed against his chest .

Everyone started to head out but I was still left with one more question , I gathered my purse and headed up to Commander .

“Commander Aizawa , who is going to be my training officer ?” I asked with a raised eyebrow .

His dark brown eyes looked down at me , his presence was definitely scary but not as scary as Sergeant Bakugou , thank god he can’t train me-

“Your training officer will be Sergeant Bakugou , it was orginally suppose to be Officer Iida but seeing your records and the academy you went too , I figured Bakugou will benefit you the most .” He said with a calming demeanor while I was close to have a seizure .

I wanted to ask him if I could switch to have Officer Iida instead , but he was already pushing me away to where Sergeant Bakugou was . The red hair and him were talking , and I knew I was going to get potentially screamed at for interrupting but here goes nothing .

“U-uhm, excuse me Sergeant .” I silently cursed myself for stuttering , his crimson eyes were already glaring at me he was about to yell but the red hair put his large palm on his shoulder . “Commander told m-me , you would be training me . ” I stated , accidentally making it sound more like a question then a statement.

Bakugou leaned his head back and my eyes fell on their uniforms . The red hair was extremely muscular , his muscular body was almost splurging out of the navy blue police uniform .

“Get the shit then boot , why the hell are you standing around for huh? You think because you went to Masayoshi your special , let me break it to you your not . Your worthless and you just proved it to me when you sat in my seat , did the academy not teach you rookies sit in front ? Or are you that pathetic and stupid .” He yelled in my face , I felt like crying again .

“Katsuki sto-” the red hair tried to interrupt him but Bakugou cut him off . “I’m going to make you drop out of UAPD , show how much of a lost cause you are .” He snapped at me , I bit my lip to try to stop myself from wanting to cry .

“Yes , sergeant Bakugou .” I nodded my head , it was silly of me to think this job would be easy and smooth .

Walking out of the room I took a deep breath , I made it to the equipment room . I gathered my bullet proof vest wrapping it around my torso , and then I slid my radio into my police uniform pocket . I was just about to turn my body cam on until a large hand and a scent of Carmel cologne covered it .

“I wasn’t lying when I told you I’m going to make this job absolute hell for you , boot .” Bakugou whispered into my ear , his face was close to mine . “Now get the firearms and head into the patrol car .”

He walked away leaving me there, my cheeks felt like they were heating up so vibrantly but I hit the inside of my cheek stopping it. Even though he was tormenting his body was . . . Respectfully muscular and toned .

I can’t believe I'm gushing over my boss's body right now .

I slid the firearm into the holster, still feeling the weight of Bakugou’s words pressing on me. My hands shook slightly, but I forced myself to steady them. You’ve made it this far, Y/N. Don’t let him scare you out of this.

I walked out into the parking lot, scanning for the patrol car. My heart sank when I saw Bakugou already inside, engine running, looking more irritated than ever. His crimson eyes zeroed in on me as I approached, and I could feel the intensity of his glare even through the windshield.

I opened the door and slid into the passenger seat, quickly fastening my seatbelt. Bakugou didn't waste any time slamming his foot on the gas, jerking the car into motion before I could even get fully settled.

"Get your shit together, rookie," he growled. "You move too damn slow. This ain't some damn academy drill."

I bit my tongue, trying not to react. The city passed by in a blur as Bakugou weaved through traffic, clearly annoyed with everything — and especially with me.

“You’re gonna sit there and stare out the window all day, or are you gonna actually do your job and read the patrol log?” Bakugou snapped, slapping the tablet onto my lap with unnecessary force.

“Y-yes, Sergeant,” I stammered, fumbling with the device.

"Don't 'yes, Sergeant' me," he barked. "Act like you know what the hell you're doing. I don’t have time for you to play catch-up, rookie."

I quickly pulled up the patrol log, reading through the dispatches. The patrol route was mostly routine — nothing major so far. I tried to ignore the feeling of Bakugou’s eyes occasionally flicking over to me, like he was waiting for me to mess up.

“Spit it out, rookie. What’s the first stop?” Bakugou demanded.

“Uh, there's a potential disturbance call at Tsubasa Street," I answered, trying to keep my voice steady. "A neighbor reported loud shouting—"

"I know what the fuck a disturbance is, I don’t need the damn definition," he cut me off. "Next time, just tell me the address."

"Y-yes, Sergeant," I muttered, feeling my face heat up again from embarrassment .

The tension in the car felt suffocating as we made our way to the location. Bakugou kept muttering curses under his breath, occasionally glancing at me like he was annoyed I even existed.

When we arrived at Tsubasa Street, Bakugou parked with a sharp jerk of the wheel, nearly sending me flying forward in my seat.

“Get out,” he ordered, already out of the car before I had even unclipped my seatbelt.

I scrambled out after him, adjusting my vest and following closely. Bakugou didn’t wait for me, striding up to the apartment complex with purpose, and I had to half-jog to keep up with his long, confident strides.

"Stay behind me, and for fuck’s sake, don’t make a sound unless I tell you to," Bakugou growled under his breath. He moved like a predator, all coiled strength and aggression.

We reached the door, and Bakugou gave a swift knock. No answer.

“Useless. Figures,” he muttered, then pounded on the door with the side of his fist, his whole body radiating impatience.

Finally, the door opened, revealing a disheveled man who looked like he’d just woken up.

“Police. We got a call about a disturbance,” Bakugou said, voice flat but laced with authority. "Mind telling us what the hell’s going on?"

The man blinked, rubbing his eyes. "Disturbance? Oh—uh, yeah, me and my girl were just having a… disagreement. Nothing big. She left, though."

"Where’d she go?" Bakugou asked, his tone ice-cold.

The man shifted uncomfortably. "I don't know, man, she just walked out. Probably went to cool off."

"Yeah? And how about we take a look inside, just to be sure?"

I watched as Bakugou leaned closer to the man, his entire demeanor screaming ‘don’t mess with me.’ The man swallowed hard, backing up to let us in.

The apartment was a mess—furniture overturned, a couple of broken plates on the floor, and signs that a serious fight had taken place. My gut twisted. This didn’t look like a simple "disagreement."

Bakugou’s eyes swept over the scene, his jaw clenching. “Looks like more than just words were thrown around in here.”

I stayed silent, watching him work. He was harsh, rude even, but there was no denying Bakugou’s instincts. He moved like he knew exactly what had happened before the guy even had a chance to explain.

"Tell me the truth, or I swear, I’ll make sure your next stop is a cell," Bakugou warned, his voice low and dangerous.

The man’s face went pale. “Look, man, it was an argument, okay? I didn’t touch her—”

Here's an edited and improved version of your scene to make it more engaging and polished:

“Save the excuses," Bakugou cut him off, his voice sharp as a blade. I stood by, my lips pressed into a tight line as I watched the tense exchange.

The man, dark hair slick with sweat, furrowed his brows in frustration and sighed. "Can I at least use the damn bathroom in my own house? Then I'll tell you where she went," he groaned, shooting an annoyed glance in my direction.

I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. Bakugou's piercing gaze was fixed on me, clearly expecting me to make the call. My throat tightened, but I forced myself to stand straighter. “Uh… okay, but be quick. You’ve got two minutes,” I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt.

The man turned and walked toward what looked like the bathroom. For a second, I thought it was going to be fine—until he suddenly spun around and bolted for the door.

“Shit,” I muttered, instinctively looking to Bakugou, whose crimson eyes were burning holes into me.

“Well, don’t just stand there, boot! Go after him!” he barked, crossing his arms with a amused smirk.

My stomach sank, but I snapped into action, sprinting out the door. I scanned the street, people bustling around in the afternoon heat. Come on, Y/N… think. Where would he go?

Then, I saw him. The suspect was leaping over a fence at the end of the block. Without thinking, I pushed my legs harder, running after him. My heart pounded in my chest as I reached the fence, adrenaline surging through me. I jumped and cleared it in one fluid motion, still hot on his trail.

He was fast, but I wasn’t about to let him slip through my fingers. With a final burst of speed, I lunged forward, tackling him to the ground. The man struggled beneath me, but I pinned him down, grabbing my cuffs.

“Turn around! Hands behind your back!” I commanded, breathless but determined. I snapped the cuffs on him, securing his wrists behind his back.

Panting, I stood up and pulled him to his feet, adrenaline still coursing through me. That’s when I heard slow, mocking clapping behind me.

“Well, well… maybe you’re not as fucking useless as I thought,” Bakugou said, arms still crossed as he approached, a smirk playing on his lips.

I swallowed hard, my breath coming in shallow gasps, but I couldn’t help the small spark of pride that flickered inside me. Bakugou might be impossible to please, but I’d proved myself—at least for now.

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frickingnerd · 2 years ago

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patching up touya todoroki

pairing: touya todoroki x fem!reader

summary: touya gets beat up by a bunch of guys, after trying to defend your honor and you patch up his wounds afterwards!

tags: touya & reader are in high school, touya never became dabi, no mentions of quirks, swearing, mentions of blood, injuries, people are mean to you, hurt/comfort, touya is bad at feelings

touya has always been a troublemaker and the type of guy your parents had warned you about

he was constantly getting into fights at school and it wasn't rare for him to get his ass kicked when going against a group of guys on his own

and you were always the one who had to patch him up again, when he came running to you with a bloody lip, crooked nose or bruises all over his pretty face

"what was it about this time?" you sighed as you carefully removed the blood from his face with a wet towel

touya stayed silent, staring at the wall and pretending he didn't hear you

"is it that bad that you can't even tell me?" you asked, removing the towel and carefully taking his face into your hands, making him look at you

"they were talking shit about you…" touya grumbled. "calling you a dumb bitch or something…"

"that's it?" you smiled amused. "you've let them kick your ass because of a mean comment towards me~?"

"shut up–!!" touya rolled his eyes and tried to turn away, as you held him in place

"you're too soft, touya~!" you scolded him, only to have the boy glare at you once more

"i'm defending your honor–!" he huffed at you, crossing his arms in front of his chest

you couldn't help but laugh at that

it seemed like touya would rather get his ass kicked to defend your honor than actually man up and admit he had been crushing on you

but you already knew how he felt about you, even if he didn't say it out loud…

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thatgirlyourejected · 6 months ago

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BNHA (Male lead has yet too be chosen) x Quirkless reader

Warning, bullying/abuse, descriptions of injuries, alcohol mentions.

Chapter 1

She missed her friend, her crush. She missed not being alone with her status. She missed the late night texts, and calls they shared when their day had been rough. She missed meeting him to patch each other up after the relentless bullying. She missed watching him write in his journal, his mumbling that followed. She missed everything about him.

Things change, she knows this… but it hurts, it hurts to know that her best friend, dropped all contact after he gained a quirk, after he got into The hero school of his dreams; while she was here being thrown into a locker… childish, cliché, however you wish to call her bullies methods, it didn’t matter, she was going to be stuck here until whoever owned the locker, or the janitor opened it. It was dark and suffocating, the only light comes from the three slits in front of her. Time was all she had at the moment. She could call for help, but the consequences far outweigh the desired solution.

She found her mind wandering back to him, to Izuku. He would have helped her, hell they were supposed to be in the same school, the same class until his quirk suddenly popped up. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks, it was unfair…

———

She dragged herself to work her arms and sides were bruised heavily, her head pounding as she opened the bar door; eyes were on her immediately, scanning her torn up uniform and colorful bruises, she could hear someone suck in a sharp breath through their teeth. Concerned murmurs spread through the bar. She ignored them in favor of putting on her work apron and taking her place behind the bar. A wispy hand landed on her shoulder, she looked up; even without a face she could see the concern his scrunched glowing eye convey. “I’m okay…” she whispered with a finality. She had a job to do, and that’s all she wanted to focus on. It may be a bar for mostly criminals but, she was beloved by all, her kindness and indifference to how they appeared, or what they had done touched them… of course there’s always the odd few out; one can’t expect everyone to like them. Oddly enough she never had to worry about those odd few as they never come back, she didn’t want to dwell on it; just hoped they decided to go elsewhere for their drinks.

Late noon shifts weren’t particularly packed with customers, often times 8 people hung around, counting her boss and his, son? All had such different personalities they practically clashed, figuratively and literally speaking. Brawls tended to happen but with minimal damage thanks to her boss’s warp abilities. There was one time the fire user Dabi, as he introduced himself, tried to burn Shigaraki the boss’s son, who to be fair also lunged at him. His quirk really isn’t something she knows yet, maybe teleportation like his dad, because things like doorknobs keep disappearing. There have been numerous times where she’d been locked in the bathroom or storage because the door knob just up and disappeared. Though those are times she finds herself thankful for, as it happened to be times when things got dangerous. She felt an odd sense of peace, thinking that maybe, just maybe someone want to protect her.

#yandere #asks are open #reader #tw #yandere x reader #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha dabi #shigaraki #kurogiri #male lead has yet to be chosen #quirkless (y/n)#quirkless s/o #quirkless reader #izuku #deku #s/o #tw bullying

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six-eyed-samurai · 6 months ago

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SUMMARY: One day maybe they'd look up and see the musician who's been playing his guitar just for them instead of hopelessly chasing after a love that had long died out. A/N: Yes, it's based off That XX by G-Dragon. Apologies to all Bakugo fans out there for making him the villain... WARNINGS: Quirkless AU where Hitoshi is a street musician and reader has been with Bakugo since high school

I was walking down the street when I saw your man (Yeah, I saw him)

Everyone knew the dark blue-haired street musician who sat by the fountain every day and the person his eyes, outlined by black rings, would always be staring at while some song of longing and life strummed out from his guitar.

I saw that my predictions were right (I told you)

If someone were to ask why he fell in love head over hells for a complete stranger whom he knew nothing about, he’d answer in either two ways: an inability to do so or expound on a very detailed lecture on the fractured glimpses of you he’d caught over time.

Something about the way you clicked with the stray cats who rushed to your side, meowing for attention and you’d give it with no hesitation (would you play with his hair like that one day? he grew extremely flustered at the thought). A fellow cat lover, for one.

Something in that grin you’d send effortlessly to everyone and everything, in the worst of weather, at the most cranky of people, to those pretty flowers turning their head up to the sunshine like you. Everything made you so happy, it seemed. Hitoshi liked that, a stark contrast to his resentful, depressive personality.

Something along the line of how you made him feel seen. Most people just listened to him play and walk on, never bothering to show a little appreciation or acknowledgement, but you’d point him out to whoever you were with, beam at him and toss him some coins. You were the reason he got up some mornings to go there and play.

Or maybe it was simply because humans wanted what they could never have.

He took off the ring you gave him and linked his arm around someone

Hitoshi wondered if you knew him like the people who stopped by to hear him play and toss some spare change did - did you know he was even there, or was he just another struggling nameless talent to you? Did you know how he switches to those pining love songs he used to scoff at whenever he spotted you? Did you know how he's been infatuated with you since the day you threw him a smile and all the cash your wallet had, always trying to figure out a way to convey his need to get to know you through his music?

Did you know how much he wished and prayed and dreamt of being the one to be holding your hand, be able to dedicate his lyrics to you, hold you close next to him and giggle like little kids, flip coins into fountains for meaningless wishes, have you beam that brilliant grin at him like you do to the scowling blond that went almost everywhere with you?

I'll just leave it at that (I don't wanna hurt you)

Whether you knew or not, Hitoshi hadn't a clue, but everyone around him did. It was obvious from his starry eyed gaze boring into you like the celestial beings up in the sky weren’t the center of the universe but you. It was clear from the abrupt changes to the song genres whenever you would walk past his particular street. Hitoshi did a crap job at hiding how he’d glance at you (did you hear him? Were you impressed? Please, please, just stop trying to get his attention, he doesn’t treasure it like Hitoshi would) with adoration and a silent plead for approval, recognition, anything when he’d finish and passersby would clap and tip him.

The old lady sitting at the cafe opposite would quietly chuckle and recall the days of young love. The giggly gaggle of teenage girls would squeal and swoon, rooting for the both of you in the background. Even the parents of the park would smile knowingly seeing him. Between the two of you, there was a definitive, unspoken connection sparking.

But it wouldn’t work out. For as long as Bakugo Katsuki was there Shinsou Hitoshi stood no chance.

But you actually get mad at me (Why?)

He constantly puzzled over how you never noticed how Bakugo didn’t return your affections. How could not see the way his phone was more fascinating to him than you? Maybe you didn’t count the number of dates that got cancelled, but surely at some point it was too much to be considered acceptable? When would you stop interlocking your fingers with him and be sad when he didn’t even return the gesture?

What Hitoshi saw most, however, was how Bakugo would never look at you the way you looked at him. No, he only looked at you with indifference and coldness.

If you only just woke up from the daydream you were clinging onto so hard, you’d see Hitoshi’s eyes were the exact mirrors of yours: full of want and wish and just-

Why? Why not love somebody who’d love you right?

But he’d hurt you if he said anything, pointed out anything, when you oh so pathetically refused to see Bakugo how he saw you, so he said nothing.

Saying that there's no way he'd do that (Sure, you're right)

The first time he met you was about half a year ago - half a year of pining over you pining on someone who clearly didn’t love you as much as you did - when he was trying to tune his guitar and was getting annoyed with the loudmouth who was yelling too loudly into his phone for him to hear what he was doing. Frankly everyone was fed up with the shouter but for whatever reason no one told him to shut up.

Okay, Hitoshi was going to be the first.

He glanced up irritably and immediately spotted him, a spiky blond of average height and piercingly furious red eyes screeching into his phone with language vulgar and noisy enough to have every church in the world plot to wash his mouth out with lye soap. The way he was glaring at everyone as he hung up on the poor wretch gave Hitoshi a rather good idea as to why no one had told him to lower it down - not to mention the way his hand was gripping the phone so tightly.

But he digressed, focus wandering to the figure interlocking arms with the blond, embarrassedly urging him to not get so worked up in public. By the looks of it the both of you were a couple and Hitoshi vaguely felt a little sorry for you.

Especially when he heard how the blond simply brushed you off quite rudely, returning his attention to his phone with a shoulder jerk that shook off your hold.

I became aware of you being upset

So that was how he began to know you, at least at the start, as the submissive puppy of a beau that followed the man around (Bakugo Katsuki, he found out, later on when Hitoshi heard him bellowing it into the phone at some schmuck that had spelled his name wrong), always trying to enjoy the park like any other couple. Hitoshi never paid you much mind at first; to him you were just one of those delusional dream-chasers so high on their convictions of love they never noticed it was never really returned.

Then the day came when he finally watched Bakugo impatiently snap at your light question of whether you’d still be heading to that dinner place tonight. You retracted your hand slowly (he didn’t even notice, but if it was Hitoshi he’d promise to never let go of it) and hesitatingly told him you’d give him some space.

He didn’t expect you to sit by the fountain and absently, miserably play with the spray while glancing hopefully back at your lover, but when it was never returned you gave up. Hitoshi pretended not to notice, pulling at some strings to fill the awkward silence.

And I said I must have seen someone else

“Do you take requests?”

“…not really.” Hitoshi hadn’t expected you to speak either, so the words came out rather rushed and patronizing. He backtracked quickly. “I mean, not usually.”

You hummed in reply.

“But if you want I could.” Hitoshi cleared his throat and like usual his horrible, failing humor would pop up to “lighten” the situation. “Something depressing, I’m guessing?”

“Maybe? I dunno.” You tilt your head and side eye him slyly. “Don’t act dumb, I know you saw everything. You’re not exactly the sneakiest with your staring.”

Hitoshi’s ears turned a shade of red bright enough to rival his sneakers. “…sorry about that, but it’s kinda hard not to hear you guys with someone like him.”

“Katsuki’s always been like that,” you shrug listlessly.

“Why’d you stick around then?” nearly fell out of his mouth, but he swallowed it down. That was too rude, and he’d be lying if he said he’d never seen the affection in your touches and love in your eyes when you were around Bakugo. “So, what’s your request?”

You flashed that angelic, sweet smile at him and it was all over.

Yes, I'll lie for you (I'm sorry)

It started out as a small interest, a tiny crush, the mini blush forming on his cheeks when he’d see you wearing something especially good that day. He held himself back from openly expressing anything or further conversing with you though, not when you were taken and while it was obvious that Bakugo could care less about who you spoke to you yourself certainly wouldn’t look twice at any other man. Hitoshi respected the boundaries and never pushed.

Nothing stopped him from thinking about you 24/7, 365 though.

It really made him feel like a creep. He didn’t even know your name. Or your job. Or your hobbies. Or your interests. Or anything really. All he knew was gathered off staring and hoping you’d look his way (he celebrated internally whenever you did, but it was poorly disguised to other onlookers) every other day and that just intensified his belief he was being a stalker and that made him even more unlikeable. Even the sorry excuse of a boyfriend was the better choice here.

He knew what music you liked though, when you told him the tune you requested came from one of your favorite bands, when he’d observe you brighten when he played a specific genre, when you’d tip him a little extra with something in your eyes that said you were relating very hard to that depressive song of being left behind all too well.

Hitoshi wondered if you knew his too.

Oh, I hate you for not knowing me

Maybe the time when the crush really transformed into a full-blown desire happened about a few months back. He was strolling out of a nearby cafe, guitar strapped to his back and coffee in hand, bending down to pet the fluffy black kitten that had started following him around and of course his morning just had to be ruined when yours was.

You were seated by the window, picking at the cake in front of you while you anxiously glanced out and about, so obviously stood up in the way you were practically begging your phone for a notification (why did you chase after a man who would never appreciate you like Hitoshi?). He paused ins his tracks, wondering whether to go over, talk once more, provide comfort (for you he’d try, although his bedside manner was rather lacking), but just then the bell rang violently, harbinger to Bakugo.

I hate this waiting

Hitoshi turned away in disappointment, content to let you slip away once more until he heard the rushed apologies that didn’t sound as sincere as they should be, the broken, belated assurances of rescheduling your date to another time - for now he had somewhere to be and people to meet. He sees Bakugo leave and he decides, you know what? Fxxk it, it’s his turn.

You look up from wallowing in your misery to see a familiar hand slam down a coffee cup on your table. You look up, but whoever they were had already rushing out the door with an equally familiar guitar on their back. A soft laugh escaped you as you see the sticky note hastily stuck on the cup.

Smile, don’t want your face as bitter as the coffee.

Something long lost and forgotten stirs up in you, new butterflies hatching out of their cocoons and old ones waking from their long sleep as you turn the cup to see a name probably written by the barista during the order.

Shinsou. So that was his name.

Please let go of his hand now

Thinking that was that, Hitoshi let himself exhale and his wingman the cat purred, rubbing itself on his legs as if congratulating him for making a move. What was wrong with him, acting like some silly schoolboy mooning over a new student. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and walked off to his usual perch in the park.

Over the next week Hitoshi continued to see you at the park and the war raging in his head tearing at his heart went on: did you appreciate the drink? Did he accidentally order something you didn’t like? What if you didn’t like him doing this while with Bakugo?

Maybe he was wrong about the last one, for you had started to wave at him. He thought once again that was that, but once again you surprised him when you showed up one day and held out your hand and a breathless “For you”.

When you are sad, I feel like I could die, baby

He blinked and looked down. A guitar pick, blue and purple with a black cat and his name, Shinsou. “Um…what?”

“It’s for you. I mean, you don’t have to take it, I just wanted to thank you for the drink that day, and I noticed you’ve started to play with your fingers instead and that much be painful, so I had a friend who did this sort of customization! And your name was written on the cup, I promise I didn’t stalk it out or whatever, the cat was just because I noticed you petting the stray-”

He cut off your rambling with a brief, genuine smile of his own. “Thanks. I like it a lot.”

(Hitoshi would like anything that came from you, honestly.)

Not a friendship yet, but just a special kind of acquaintance. He’d take it. It was progress, at least.

What does that bastard have that I don't?

Hitoshi had no idea real progress would be coming so soon though.

He’d been trying out a new song that had been trending on social media lately and so far it was bringing him a little extra. The coffee shop had finally brought back his favorite drink and he had finally convinced his dad Aizawa to let him officially adopt the little black kitten, although he and Eri were still arguing over the name. All in all, it was a good day.

But as always if it was a bad day for you, it was a bad day for him.

He spotted you and Bakugo almost immediately as you two came to the park like he did every time, and while it wasn’t uncommon for Bakugo to be frowning it wasn’t normal for you to be. You looked awful, blinking back tears while Bakugo crushed your spirit bit by bit with his blunt words. Hitoshi didn’t mean to listen, he swears, but he couldn’t help it.

Why can't I have you, exactly?

“I just don’t get it, why? Did I do something wrong? I - I know I’m not the best, Katsuki, but if anything - I mean - we’ve been together for so long, why didn’t you say anything?”

“I did really love you at first, but I guess over the years I realized we’re not really suited for each other. You’ll find someone more suited for you and I’ll find someone better for me. This is goodbye.”

“…alright. I’m sorry - I’m sorry we didn’t work out.”

“Me too, but that’s just how things are.”

The song finished and Hitoshi had no heart to continue something anything cheerful anymore, not when Bakugo walked off and you plopped down on a nearby bench to bury your face behind your hands as your shoulders shook. Every part of him strained to go and reach out to you, go get angry at Bakugo for you, tell you everything he’s been wanting to say this past months.

That bastard doesn't love you

But how? What was he even supposed to say? Ask how could you have not seen this coming and saved yourself some heartbreak? Comfort and act sad for you when inside he was simmering with joy and delight that this was his chance, his one and only god damned chance?

Tell you with every day Bakugo fell out of love with you, he fell deeper?

Yet that would just hurt you to know that your pitiful devotion to Bakugo being never returned was apparent to everyone around you, so he said nothing.

…he didn't really have to say anything now, did he? There was another way.

Until when are you going to cry like a fool?

The sudden change of song and strumming startled you enough to look his way with wide eyes.

“Expensive cars, pretty clothes, classy restaurants, they suit you well; but that bastard next to you really isn't it. He smiles falsely next to you, he touches your cheeks and hair - but inside, he is definitely thinking of some other girl.” The words flew out easily, without him really thinking. Sure, it wasn’t the exact truth, but he knew this was the one opportunity he was going to get to tell you how he felt all this time watching Bakugo break you down bit by bit with his vanishing “love”. “How could he do that? It's like a sin. As much as you shed tears, I'll treat you better, baby. The pain you handle by yourself, will you share some with me, baby? Please look at me, why don't you know that your love is me? Why are you the only one who doesn't know?”

The worst thing a musician could hear is silence. Hitoshi stared at the ground, heart thundering away at the lack of response. Did you understand? Did you finally understand who really was the one to eternally be in love with you all this while? Did you know how he was so tired of seeing you being treated like that when he knew you deserved better?

“That's a sad song you're singing.”

Hitoshi nearly fainted right there - thank god he didn't fall into the fountain - as you suddenly appeared to sit down and scoot next to him to smile, slightly dimmed by watery eyes (he'd wipe them away, he'd never make you feel that way, if only you'd choose him). “Sad song for a sad someone from a sad boy.”

Something changed right there and he saw it in your eyes. You used to smile at him so brightly but that spark in your eyes were always directed at Bakugo - now they caught alight at him and he knew, he knew, he knew you finally knew too.

You reach over to rifle through the music sheets on his stand, smile a little more genuine this time. “Well…sad someone wants a happier song now and wants sad boy to duet together.”

Everyone knew the dark blue-haired street musician who sat by the fountain from that day on and the center of his affections his eyes, outlined by black rings, would always be staring at adoringly next to him while some song of a slow burn kind of love strummed out from his guitar.

#hitoshi shinsou x reader #shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou x y/n #shinsou x y/n #hitoshi shinsou x you #shinsou x you #mha x you #quirkless au #mha x reader au #mha x reader #mha x y/n #hitoshi shinsou #Sunny's Works

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bakugokemkatsuki · 11 months ago

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Walk Home

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

**Part 2 (though can be read independently)

**Part 1 link

*Warning(s): Cussing, Dark topics (?) -Break ins-

**Key: talking You, Izuku

**Notes: College age/AU, reader and Izuku are both quirkless

It had been several weeks since Midoriya had saved your life that night. You hadn’t run into him since. You did try buzzing the apartment and even knocking on the door, but it was no avail. Though you hadn’t seen him since, you couldn’t help but think about him. Every time you saw green you thought it was him. It never was… Life was finally getting back to normal and you were finally settling back down from being on high alert due to the incident. That didn’t end up lasting for long.

Today was your last exam for the year and you were desperate for a break. You couldn’t wait to go cuddle up in your apartment and relax. You opened the door and walked in shutting it as you turned on the light. As you turned around you stopped dead in your tracks. Your house was in complete shambles. It had been completely destroyed. It looked as if a bomb had exploded. Knock knock knock. You heard someone at your door. To scared to answer you called out, “W-who’s there?” “It’s me, Izuku.” You heard the familiar voice of the green-haired boy from that night. You sighed with relief as you opened the door. “Wow, redecorating? Looks good.” He was clearly teasing you as he shoot you a smile. You decided to tell him what happened, I mean you could trust him. After all he had already saved you life once. “My apartment… I came back to it like this after my exams today. Someone was here and they weren’t happy.” “Do you want me to look around ? See if there is anything to worry about?” “It’s okay I would hate to trouble you.” “It’s not a problem at all.” With that Izuku took a look around before suddenly rushing out grabbing you in the process and pulling you out of the apartment. “What is it Izuku? Why are you suddenly acting weird?” “You’re staying at my place until further notice. We need to call the police NOW.” “Izuku please explain what’s happening.” He didn’t say anything else at the time, just dragged you up a flight of stairs and down the hall to his apartment. He didn’t say anything about why the sudden rush out of the apartment until the police arrived. Apparently the man from the night Izuku saved you had found you, followed you and while you were away destroyed the apartment. Then he sat in the closet waiting for you to come home to finish what he had started that night. Izuku saw the man (though he managed not to be spotted by the man). The police checked the apartment, he was gone by the time they arrived. Izuku had now saved your life twice and now you were going to be living with him. This was bound to be interesting.

Part 3????

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nykie-love-anime · 1 year ago

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Surprise Adoption

You are EraserMic's daughter, both you(22) and Eri (16) in this Bakugou is 26 (just pretend).

Aizawa, Hizashi: - driving with Y/N and Eri - Aizawa: So how was your girl's day out? Eri: We almost got surprise adopted! Aizawa: What? Y/N: We almost got kidnapped Aizawa: Oh, okay Aizawa: - slams on the car breaks - Aizawa: WAIT WHAT? Y/N: Yeah by this really scary but sexy guy Eri: Yeah and she would have gotten in the car if I didn't arrive from the bathroom Aizawa: For the love of God don't tell me it was a villain Eri: No it was thankfully just Uncle Katsuki Aizawa: Thank goodness Eri: Yeah he said he was going to visit you at the dorms so we would have gotten in but Y/N doesn't know him so she thought he was going to kidnap us Y/N: - gasped, offended - Y/N: I will have you know I can look after myself Hizashi: - snorting at his daughter's comment - Hizashi: You are going to give this old man a heart attack girl

Masterlist

#y/n #y/n imagines #incorrect quotes #mha incorrect quotes #bnha incorrect quotes #eri mha #aizawa shota #aizawa shouta #bnha #mha #female reader #my hero academia #quirkless au

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scarlettcryptid · 3 months ago

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bnha x life is strange crossover uhhh something something league of villains fix it fic

#writint this down #i reallt dont think ill write this but #rewind quirk y/n HELP THEM #i usually do quirkless y/n #spanish sahara by foals just came on shuffle so its real emo hours #scarlett.txt #if you write this lmk im noseyyyy #doesn't have to be a reader insert fic i just dunno how else it'll work #leaVE THE HORROR HERE FORGET THE HORRIR HERE FORGET THE HORROR HERE LEAVE IT ALL DOWN HERE ITS FUTURE RUST N ITS FUTURE DUST #IMM THE FURY IN UR HEAD IM THE FURY IN UR BED #IM THE GHOST IN THE BACK OF YOUR HEAD

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misssmina · 7 months ago

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I hate when yall write the same kind of personality for self insert fics.

I don’t want to keep seeing the same easily flustered, no backbone, cries a lot Y/N. Here are some versions that I think would work better for each character.

Sweetheart Y/N: Caretaker, blushy, scolds character for not taking care of themselves. Best for slice of life AU’s or as a quirkless character. [Midoriya, Hawks, Dabi, Toshinori, Aizawa]

Goofball Y/N: Silly, playfully sarcastic, best friend type, takes nothing seriously. [Bakugou, Shigaraki, Todoroki, Aizawa]

Bitchy/Bratty Y/N: Tackless, competitive, well meaning, emotionally constipated. [Kirishima, Iida, Midoriya, Bakugou, Sero]

Bestie/Sacrificial Y/N: Fun, overly understanding, forgiving, compassionate, competitive. Best for angst and/or character development. [Dabi, Shigaraki, Bakugou, Aizawa, Hawks.]

More variety please & thank you 🩵 also please make it long

Edit: The way people are bitching about this post is crazy. I legitimately do not care how you write, it’s YOUR writing. But you have options, that is the point. This post was not a personal attack to ANYONE. Just have fun writing and push yourself.

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luxthestrange · 8 months ago

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BNHA Incorrect quotes #2 EGG-celent

UA Secretary+Assistant Quirkless Y/n...

Secretary!Y/n*Currently looking for a therapist for 1-A in their spare time in your desk*...better make sure to look for one who specializes in anger management for the little chihuahua-

Aizawa*Coming in*Y/n i need the-

Secretary!Y/n*Handing him the freshly printed test sheets*

Aizawa*Blinks and hums taking it*oh also didn't have chance to-

Secretary!Y/n*Already handing him a thermo with fresh coffee with a still warm breakfast egg sandwich in the shape of a cat face, not even looking away from the screen*

Aizawa*Grabbing the breakfast and looking at you*...Marry me?

Secretary!Y/n: I took care of that too, We've been married for the last 7 years~

Aizawa*Sipping his coffee with a hum and slight smirk*Excelent...

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #mha x reader #mha x y/n #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #aizawa shouta x reader #aizawa shouta x y/n #aizawa x y/n #bnha fluff #secretary y/n #bnha incorrect quotes #mha incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

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kurooh · 5 months ago

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LIGHTS, CAMERAS, ACTION.

🎬 includes: aged up! midoriya izuku, bakugō katsuki, todoroki shōtō, & kaminark denki; + kirishima eijirō cameo!

🎬 warnings: 18+ content, fem! reader, pornstar & quirkless au, oral [m&f giving/receiving], vibrators, lots of fucking, threesome, orgasm torture but gentle, lingerie, shower sex, slight name calling (“slut”). not proofread so some parts may sound as though they were written by a degenerate

🎬 notes: here is THEE fabled pornstar au. hero names -> pornstar names. i had so much fun writing this — it may be the new crowning jewel of my blog.. after hours of writing, i hope you all enjoy! <3

DEKU.

☆ known as UA studios’ sweetheart, he has a wild side that viewers go crazy for! his most successful videos involve pussy eating, anal sex, food play, and ads for sex toys/clothing.

“alright,” the director, iida, says to you, “have you reviewed the script? do you understand our requirements?” a friendly makeup artist dusts a hint of blush across your cheeks, and smiles at her work. the makeup look is balanced between noticeable and natural — meant to compliment the lingerie adorning your body beneath your short dress.

“yes, i’ve reviewed it. no fake moans, of course.”

“that’s right. everything must be completely natural. we’re trying to sell pleasure, good sex, and lingerie.”

iida smiles at you, and looks around at the staff waiting for his order. “everyone, please get into position! deku, y/n, remember, you can say cut at any time.”

the cameramen assemble behind their equipment, and iida sits in his chair, script packet in hand. you and deku walk towards the bedroom setup, standing behind the door, preparing to walk on set. “action!”

deku pulls you into his arms, kissing you hard while one of his hands yanks at the door handle. he rams into it with his shoulder, and the both of you are suddenly beneath the warm set lights looking down into the cozy bedroom. you moan, tipping your head back slightly to suck on one of his soft lips, earning a desperate groan from him. when he pushes his hips against yours, your breath catches in your throat when his clothed cock presses against your thinly covered pelvis. part of you didn’t expect him to be this aroused, considering the amount of women he’s been with. you pull back gently, lines from the script flashing in your mind. “i need you so badly, deku.”

deku knows it’s a script, but goddamn do you sound convincing — like you truly want him more than anything. he kisses at your neck, arms wrapped around you, and tugs you with him down onto the bed. now you’re on top of him, in your see-through dress, grinding down on his pelvis and cock desperately. groaning, he flips the two of you over and cages you beneath him with his arms and chest. according to the script, one of his hands should be wandering under your dress and caressing whatever he can touch, but he stares at you instead, enamored with how beautiful you look. he kisses you one last time, and slips off your dress, his eyes going wide at the lacy lingerie adorning your body.

squirming under his gaze, you let your legs fall open, and he leans forward to kiss down your body, starting at your collarbone. he yanks at your bra straps, struggling to get the damn thing off you.

“sit up for me, baby.” deku murmurs, undoing the clasps on your back swiftly and laying you back down on the duvet once the bra’s off. going off script again, he squeezes your tits and sucks a nipple into his mouth. “oh, you’re so fucking beautiful.” your face warms and your back arches off the bed, pressing your tits into his face. his large, scarred hands grasp your tits eagerly, and more wetness pools in the underwear you’re supposed to be selling.

your hips jerk and twist beneath and against his own, and he moans loudly, desperately. deku finally pulls away from your tits, and focuses his attention on your clothed pussy. you’ve completely wet the lacy underwear through and through, causing it to become skin tight against your pussy; your wet folds are now extra defined.

“what a pretty pussy,” deku gasps, slipping his fingers into the crotch part of the underwear and yanking it to the side, exposing your fluttering cunt. with the script and its lines completely abandoned, you and deku make your own ad — “please, deku, wanna cum for you.”

breathlessly, he grabs your hips and tugs your pussy into his face, your clit bumping against his nose. now propped up against the pillows and fully naked, you watch the way he jerks his hips into the bed through lidded eyes. the sight of his desperation adds to your arousal, and you let out a whimper when he easily slips two fingers into you. deku begins a fast, rough pace with his fingers, pumping them in and out of you mercilessly. he takes your clit between his lips and sucks, switching between sucking and licking. you’re blissed out, eyes rolled back and body trembling — all you can hear are deku’s moans and the squelches your pussy makes from his fingers.

“oh, deku,” the thought that your throat will be sore from how loud you are tomorrow flashes through your mind briefly, “please don’t stop!”

he grips you tighter, pushes his face into your pussy more, trying to get impossibly closer to you. his hips quicken against the bed, his pants slipping off him. wait, when had he undone them?

you muffle a scream by pressing the back of your hand to your mouth when he starts to curl his fingers inside you, his large fingers hitting the right spots deep inside you and stretching you out. “pleasepleaseplease,” you don’t even know what you’re begging for, you’re so far gone. “deku, don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

suddenly, your hips buck into his face and there are hot sparks inside of your body, all over you. something in your pussy snaps, and you squirt all over him helplessly. the duvet is splashed, and you even get some on your belly and pelvis. deku takes most of your cum right in the face, his eyes closed and his mouth wide open.

shaking, you use your fingers to collect some of the liquid on your pelvis, and then press them into his open mouth. he moans, sucking on your fingers, his own body shaking. you lean forward slightly, eyes widening when you see a very noticeable wet spot on the front of his boxers, and some dampness on the duvet beneath him. his face is completely wet with your slick and squirt, and you cup his cheeks in your hands and kiss him, moaning when you taste yourself.

you both sit like that in silence, panting and coming down from your highs. until you both turn to iida and the cameramen, who look very surprised. he clears his throat. “we said cut a while ago.”

DYNAMIGHT.

☆ notorious for his rough demeanor and handling of co-stars, UA studios’ dynamight is popular internationally. his close friendship with fellow star red riot is revered; very occasionally, they collaborate together.

“okay, is everyone situated?” the director, iida asks, taking a step back to look over the setup. a stage crew member adds a pillow behind red riot, and smooths out the crimson couch cushion.

“hurry up and start fuckin’ filming.” dynamight holds the base of his cock tightly, trying to not lose his erection. you’re positioned between him and red riot, tits out, legs spread and sitting lazily. red riot sits behind you, a ring around the base of his cock, squeezing hard enough for a bit of precum to sit atop the head of his cock.

“bakugo!” he hisses, “no need to be so rude to them. i’m sorry for him, everyone.” typically, the rule is to only call co-stars by their porn names, to protect each other’s identities, but the three of you are friends outside of the industry, so none of you follow that rule with each other.

“thank you, kirishima.” iida glances at bakugo pointedly, then turns to sit in his director’s chair. he holds the script packet in his hand, and the clapperboard in the other. “action!” the cameras begin rolling at the clap.

immediately, bakugo grabs your chin and pulls you into a kiss, nipping at your lips while kirishima takes one of your nipples into his mouth and starts to suck. you moan against bakugo’s lips, your left hand sliding from your side up and into kirishima’s soft red hair, and you push his head into your chest further. at your right thigh, you feel bakugo’s cock hardening, ready for your attention. your hand wraps around it, thumb rubbing at the sensitive spot below his tip, and he groans, glaring at how kirishima’s taking up most of your focus. he leans over, and threads his fingers through his hair and tugs him right off your chest.

“oi! d’you want her pussy or her mouth?” kirishima’s face flushes, and he glances towards your pelvis silently.

“get on your hands and knees.” bakugo’s command leaves no room for hesitation, and you do exactly what he tells you. kirishima positions himself on his stomach, and places each of his hands on your ass cheeks. while bakugo gestures for you to open your mouth, kirishima presses his face into your pussy, his tongue dragging up and down your slit and collecting all your wetness. his fingers slip inside you, and your eyes fall shut for a moment when he matches bakugo’s pace.

you moan loudly, wiggling your ass back onto kirishima’s face, your mouth opening for bakugo’s large cock. “take it, princess.” he says, using a rare nickname. he exhales shakily once his tip passes between your lips, and pushes all the way in, smirking when you choke loudly.

slowly, he pistons his cock in and out of your mouth, speeding up when he hears you moan. you gasp around his cock when kirishima laps at your clit, his tongue silky soft against you. “red—! don’t stop.” your plea is muffled on bakugo’s cock, and he snaps his hips into your mouth faster when he hears you. bakugo groans loudly when he looks over your body, making eye contact with kirishima.

kirishima’s hands move from your ass cheeks to your hips, and he tugs you closer to him, licking your clit harder. “…taste so sweet,” he moans softly, and you clench on his fingers, jerking your hips back. the faster you cum, the faster he gets to have his way with you when he fucks you. gasping, your eyes travel from bakugo’s pelvis, up his sculpted body, to his face; his brows are knitted in concentration to not cum, and his jaw is slack from the pleasure.

“gonna cum,” you whine, your voice likely unheard over the sounds of bakugo’s groans and your throat being fucked. kirishima hears you, however, and licks your clit through your orgasm. he rises to his knees, uses his hands to spread your ass cheeks, and while you’re still twitching from cumming, he pushes his tip into you. then he snaps his hips forward, his cock sliding all the way inside you and bottoming out.

you gasp loudly, tears forming in your eyes and you stare into bakugo’s eyes. however, he and kirishima exchange a glance, and kirishima starts to fuck you hard and deep, and bakugo matches his pace. choking, you let out a sob at the way you’re being absolutely pounded from both ends. kirishima slaps your ass hard, and tosses his head back in bliss.

“fuck, i needed this. dynamight, should we cover her in cum or fill her up?”

“fill her up, red,” bakugo groans, desperately fighting off his orgasm, “and fuck her harder, for god’s sake.”

one of kirishima’s hands wanders to the small of your back, and he presses down slightly, keeping the both of you steady. the other hand snakes beneath your belly, and presses hard on your lower stomach, right above your pelvis. then, he slams his hips into you with much more gusto, his sounds reverberating throughout the studio. spit drips from your lips and down your chin, and tears flow freely down your face. kirishima’s thick cock is so deep inside you, and you’re so full of pressure you feel like you might explode. and bakugo — god, his cock’s stuffing your throat to its limit, and all you can think about is how much you need their cum.

you pull back off bakugo’s cock and bury your face in the couch cushions below you, sobbing as you throw your ass back onto kirishima. when you come back up, gasping, you say to both of them, begging, “fill me up and make me yours.” then you put all of your weight on your knees, and lift your arms to wrap them around bakugo’s waist, tugging him and his sexy adonis belt into your face. your mouth opens, welcoming his cock again, and with the change of position, he’s able to pound your mouth deeply enough for your nose to hit his pelvis.

with kirishima’s balls smacking into your clit and his cock pounding you so well, plus the added pressure on your lower belly, you find yourself cumming a second time, bakugo’s cock absorbing your loud, whiny moans. that one orgasm causes some sort of chain reaction — as kirishima fucks you through it, you feel another building, then crescendoing just as quickly as it came. but this one is different than the orgasms that preceded it; it feels so much stronger, and your pussy sounds really wet.

bakugo’s cock tightens and you know he can’t hold it back anymore. “shit, i’m so close.”

kirishima is the loudest of the three of you, his voice shaking and wavering as he registers that the three of you are all about to cum at the same time. “fuckfuckfuck, cumming, cum—”

“‘m gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna—”

bakugo cups the back of your head harshly, pushing you into his pelvis as he fills up your mouth with an uncharacteristic whimper that he could care less about quieting. your pussy clenches like a vice, and you squirt, spraying kirishima’s abs and pelvis with your cum. the redhead pushes as deep as he can inside you when he fills you up, and whines as he fucks you through it, his cock screaming with overstimulation. bakugo does the same, overstimulating himself too, and they both collapse towards each other, the three of you knocked out in a pile.

“cut!” iida shouts, and the crew rushes to grab cleanup supplies.

SHŌTŌ.

☆ one of UA studios’ most popular stars, shōtō is the audience’s dream fuck. men and women alike go wild over his simple yet sinful roleplay videos, moans, physique, and gentle yet firm treatment of his co-stars.

“now, we’ve already taken most of the footage for the rest of the film, so the shower scene will wrap this up.” director iida eyes both you and shoto earnestly, then adjusts his glasses. “i’d prefer to shoot this in one take, since it’s the end of the day and i’m sure everyone is raring to clock out.”

“of course, i understand,” you nod, and shoto says, “that’s right.”

“great! you’ve read over the script well, yes?”

the two of you nod silently; director iida quickly rushes over to his chair and snatches the clapperboard from his assistant with a whispered thank you. shoto steps out of the bathroom set, and walks into the living room area. you shed your robe and place it on a hanger, then step into the shower, drawing the curtain closed behind you. then, you turn on the water and wait.

“action!”

having already shot the rest of the footage prior to the shower scene, there’s no need to waste any time. squeezing a bit of softly scented body wash onto your hands, you lather it up until it becomes bubbly, then you rub it all over your torso, making sure to get plenty of suds onto your tits. scanning the shower for your face wash, you groan audibly when you realize it was misplaced elsewhere in your shared apartment.

“sho!” you call loudly, your heart fluttering at the thought of what’s coming next. “could you get my face wash, please?”

you continue washing your body, bubbles sliding from your skin to the floor. you hear faint footsteps in the hallway, then the door opens and shoto says from behind the curtain, “here’s your face wash, it was in the kitchen, by the sink.”

“thank you!” he’s been watching your silhouette move on the other side of the flowery curtain, face visibly warming at the thought of you being completely naked, this close to him. he’s still holding onto the face wash, now looking at your used panties and shorts on the counter. his eyes are honing in on the damp spot in the middle of your panties, the way it looks just a bit too sticky to be regular discharge — you were horny today, weren’t you?

fuck, all he can think about is stealing your panties… wrapping them around his cock and using them to help him jerk off to you. the camera zooms in on his hands when he allows himself to pick up your panties, then on his mouth when he brings them to his lips and licks away your slick.

“sho, my face wash?” you ask, sounding confused. your (fake) roommate tosses the panties down, his cock now rock hard in his sweats.

“right, i’m so sorry.” not thinking straight, he snatches the fabric of the shower curtain and its lining and yanks it to the side, exposing you. you, his pretty little roommate, with suds all over her tits, tiny bubbles caught in the fine hairs at your pelvis (yes, he looked. and for a rather long time). you’re surprised, shock and shyness and embarrassment written all over your face, but you don’t dare to close the shower curtain and kick him out of the bathroom.

after all, you’d hoped something like this would happen.

following the script, he’s the first to look away as he hands you the face wash. the curtain falls from his grasp; you notice the outline of his cock in his sweats, and he acts as though he’s about to walk away, off to jerk his cock somewhere in his room.

“sho,” your tone is flirtatious, yet oh so needy as you set the face wash down and open the curtain further. “if you don’t get the hell in here and fuck me right now, i swear i’ll—”

before you know it, his clothes are in a messy pile on the floor, and his cock is bobbing as he gets into the shower with you. your back hits cool tiles and yet all you feel is warmth when shoto kisses you, your heart starting to race as his pelvis meets yours. shoto pulls you off the tiles and closer into his chest, groaning quietly at your soapy tits and hard nipples.

“i can’t tell you how long i’ve needed this,” he chokes out, squeezing your tits in his hand. “how i’ve always been waiting for this.”

so far, the script is halfway through. “oh yeah?” you reply breathlessly, “you’re talkin’ like i haven’t been waiting either.”

“waiting for you to—ah!—fill me up and fuck me u-until i can’t stand.” your body and voice shake as his fingers slip between your thighs, the pads of his fingertips grazing your clit and dipping into your soaked slit.

“you’re ready, aren’t you, babygirl?” the nickname rolls off his tongue easily, “prepped yourself before this shower, yes?”

“yes, shoto.”

“what a slut.”

your face burns when you moan involuntarily, hips twisting as he pulls away his fingers. he licks away your wetness, slaps your ass, and whispers heavily, “bend over for me.”

and you do, suds washing off your back since you’re in the stream of the water, both hands planted firmly against the wall. as shoto positions himself behind you, he takes off the shower head; the camera zooms in on your sticky folds, your cunt fluttering at what’s to come. you’d heard privately from some of shoto’s last co-stars, and rumors from all around the studio — his cock was big, and he knew how to use it to make whoever he was with scream. additionally you’d seen the videos online, clips of him stretching out so many women, their screams of pleasure heard in each.

“fuck!” a shockwave of pleasure rushes through you and you register that shoto’s got the shower head aimed at your clit, and the settings are up high. he slaps your ass hard, and your legs spread slightly. grabbing the base of his cock firmly, he guides his tip between your folds, and pushes in gently. you moan, pushing your ass towards him, desperately wanting his full length. “so fucking eager, huh?” he teases, using his free hand to grip your hip firmly; he draws his hips back, then slams all the way inside you, his cock stretching you close to your limits.

you moan sharply, tears burning in your eyes almost immediately. “g-god, you’re perfect,” he hisses, pressing the shower head closer to you, already pounding you hard.

“isn’t this better than taking my panties?” you ask boldly, breathlessly.

“isn’t this better than jerking off in your room, listening to me and my hookups fuck?” he questions you smoothly, and your attitude falls away when the head of his cock slams right into your g-spot.

“oh! r-right there, sho, please.”

“i want to hear you,” he insists, “i want to hear you begging f’me.”

“fuck me hard,” you gasp, tears flowing down your cheeks just as the suds on your tits do. “fuck me, and cum inside me, and u-use me how you want to!”

the script is halfway through, as is the scene, but you don’t want him to stop. the camera zooms in on where you’re connected to him, his cock wet with your stringy slick as he snaps himself in and out of your creamy pussy.

“i will, i will,” he soothes you, his hand slipping and pressing the shower head flush again your clit. with the settings as high as they are, the water proves to be too much, and you find yourself letting out a scream.

“sho—oh! shoto, i’m cumming—”

he fucks you through your orgasm, his head lolling back as he gasps, beginning to struggle to hold his own back. your body shakes as he continues with his ruthless pounding; you feel dizzy when his cock hits the deepest spots inside of you. the shower head is still at your clit, overstimulating you, and even though your pussy is screaming, you don’t remove it.

“fill me up, pleasepleaseplease— i need your cum more than anything else!”

only one orgasm and you’re already feeling dumb on his cock, pussy clenching with desperation as his cock twitches inside you.

shoto pictures the panties outside of the shower that he’d had on his face, taking in your scent and taste. he remembers the times he’d heard you indulging in your own pleasure, messing around with your fingers, hoping that you’d one day be full of cock. his cock. your roommate used to toss and turn in his bed before he’d get out the lotion and open your instagram.

(clips will be edited into the current scene by director iida and the rest of the crew.)

“oh god, fuck— i’m gonna fill you up, and i-i don’t want you to wash it out. i want you to be dripping when you come back and i fuck you again.”

his part of the script is over, and it’s now your turn to nod desperately, then beg him for his cum like a good slut, for the sake of the film— but you’re not acting like he is.

with a deep, gasping groan, shoto unloads inside of you, his cock twitching as he fills you to the brim, some cum leaking out of the sides of your pussy. he collects it on his fingers, and puts the shower head away, then pushes his fingers into your mouth.

“cut! that was excellent, the two of you! we won’t be needing to do another take.” director iida rushes up to you with praises, and shoto fucks into you shallowly, causing you to gasp.

“let’s meet in my office sometime later,” shoto offers with a smile, “to review the footage.”

CHARGEBOLT.

☆ sponsored by many sex toy companies, large and small, UA studios’ chargebolt is recognized by the way he wields his large collection of vibrators! the audience never knows what to expect from him, besides overstimulation of either himself, or his co-star.

after hours, chargebolt—denki, your best friend from UA studios— relaxes with you in your shared apartment and watches movies with you on the couch. occasionally, he’ll start his camboy streams in his bedroom, but he’s usually by himself, until tonight.

as he empties a box of vibrators beside his clothed lap, his phone buzzes as more of his fans join his livestream and leave comments. “guys, slow down,” he whines, struggling to read all the comments; his face changes when he reads a certain comment. “WHAT!? WHO JUST TOLD ME TO BEND OVER AND GET OILED UP??” after a pause, he huffs, “guys, i’m so close to making you all pay to join these lives.”

before denki can start talking to his audience again, the door opens rather loudly and he startles, his body jerking.

“what are you doing?” you ask, eyes moving from his phone and then to his own slowly. your hand finds its place on your hip, and you lean against the door frame, an eyebrow raised.

denki warms, his mouth suddenly dry. “oh.. i’m on a live stream.”

“so you’re a pornstar in the day, and a camboy in the night?” you chuckle ruefully, pushing off the door frame and walking towards him.

“well, yeah,” he forces himself to look away from his phone, and keep himself focused on you, standing over him.

chargeboltsballs — he has a gf ??

therockst4r — YOOO WHO IS SHE

sumumiya — istg if he doesnt fuck her

tipsnwhips — OMG SHE SOUNDS HOT ASF

BBYGIRLLL DONATED $20 AND SAID “invite her on”

“aren’t they curious?” you ask with a giggle, reading some of the comments.

he looks up at you, his face bright red. he can’t believe he’s introducing his camboy audience to his best friend with benefits, that he secretly has a crush on. at this point, you might as well be his girlfriend. “uh,” denki struggles to get over the embarrassment and shyness, “would you mind joining the stream with me?”

“sure,” you sit down cross legged beside him, wearing only a thin pajama top and short shorts. “i’ve actually never been on a stream before, what do we do?”

“we can answer and ask questions, or we can see what people ask of us. i typically do what people ask for donations, or if everyone is in favor of an idea. and there are rules that everyone must follow in here, so nothing bad will be suggested.”

you read a comment, laughing lightly. “no, i’m not his girlfriend. we’re best friends.”

denki notices how easily you laugh it off, and wishes he could find a way to tell you how he really feels. luckily, a commenter comes to the rescue.

Y/NSTITTY DONATED $25 AND SAID “wtf are y’all waiting for?? show us what being fwbs is like! :)”

you and denki scoot away from the camera, and closer to each other — you cup his jaw in your hand and pull him into a smoldering kiss, and he moans desperately, pressing himself closer to you. his hand lands on your back, fingers tugging at the hem of your thin pajama top. meanwhile, your hands insistently yank at the elastic waistband of his sweats.

with half lidded eyes, your lips part, still connected by a thin string of your shared saliva. now on your knees, you quickly rid yourself of your pajama top, and then drag his sweatpants down his legs. you remain in your underwear and shorts; he still has his shirt and boxers.

face hot and chest heaving, you glance towards the phone, which is exploding with comments that are moving far too quickly to read. “what next?” you both ask at the same time, his eyes on your tits.

unanimously, the comments are all asking for him to use his vibrators on you. some request that he tortures you with orgasms, others mention that you should be edged. in your UA studios videos, edging is one of your specialties.

hungrily, you fling yourself into his chest, biting and sucking at his neck. your hands pull his cock free from his boxers, which are wet with precum — he moans against your skin, shaking with need. “gonna torture me, hmm?” sloppily, you rub at his cock, thumb circling the wet head deliciously.

“lay back, babe,” denki finds himself saying, his confident persona back again. “gonna set you up here.”

the comments explode with celebration, excited for what’ll come next. you lay back onto the generous amount of towels he has set up, tugging off your shorts and underwear, ass looking soft and oh so delectable.

denki spreads your legs and spins you from your vertical position to a horizontal one, showing off your wet pussy. with some silky restraints, he secures a wand to your left thigh, the head of the vibrator nudging your clit. he repeats the same with your right thigh, your clit now trapped between two vibrators. in all your time being friends with benefits, he’s never used two vibrators on you at once.

“get on your knees,” he says, his cock bobbing as he stands. with greed that unmatches your excitement in your films or clips, you take his cock into your throat, hands rising to his hips to pull him towards your face. immediately, denki finds himself moaning, one hand tangling in your hair and pushing your head down further; his other hand grasps a small black remote that blinks with light.

chargeboltsballs — damn i’ve never seen her suck dick like that

coconutsss — they have chemistry fr.

“fuck, you f-feel so good,” denki tosses his head back, turning on both vibrators. your hips jerk as he adjusts them to a low-medium setting, the vibrations hitting your clit and flowing through your body like waves.

he tugs you in, your nose pressing into the finely groomed blonde hairs of his pelvis. you moan loudly, your eyes closing as you lean into the sensations of the vibrators. when they open, denki’s looking down at you with a flushed face and eyes full of desire.

you slurp down his cock, developing a fast rhythm so good he bites his cheeks and prays for the strength to hold back his load. he turns up the vibrators, easily switching them to the maximum strength.

you choke on his length, eyes watering as you stare into his own, your hips jerking into thin air. still, you don’t let this newfound pleasure interfere with your cock sucking — you feel his cock tighten a few times, then realize he’s holding himself back.

“let me fuck your throat,” he murmurs, gently pushing you back so you’ll rest on your knees, soaking in more of the sensation from the vibrators. you moan loudly, “c-chargebolt!” even though you really mean to say his name.

smiling faintly, he presses his cock into your open mouth and cups the back of your head roughly. in and out, he fucks into your mouth, his head falling back every time his tip hits the back of your throat and you gag, tightening around him. between your legs, both vibrators are covered in your slick, dripping onto the floor. your back stiffens when the head of his cock hits a spot that’s extra deep in your throat, and then you can’t take the vibrators any more.

with a desperate whine, you cum hard, your pussy spasming and dripping with more of your juices. tears roll down your cheeks when he keeps fucking your mouth, his pace slowing with a few gasps. the vibrators continue, pushing you through your sensitivity, and you quickly orgasm again, nearly falling onto your back.

denki pulls his cock from your mouth, and instructs you to position yourself in front of the phone. “get on your forearms and knees. i want your face down and your ass up, babe.”

“y-yes!” you agree, reading some of the comments in hopes that they’ll help you ignore the vibrators.

juicybaby6 — he’s so lucky tf!!

grndmsters — wonder how many times she’ll cum… betting 6 times

CHARGEISMYMAN DONATED $10 AND SAID “fuck her brains out bro 🫡”

denki laughs, “will do!” and pushes into your vibrating pussy, groaning loudly at the feeling. you’re so tight around him, so wet and hot — and you’re also vibrating, which feels extra nice on his cock.

“oh, fuck!” you press your face into a towel, nearly squealing when he develops a decent pace, feeling overwhelmed. “i—i’m so sensitive, i don’t think i can take it.”

“don’t worry, babe,” denki coos affectionately, “you’ll be perfectly fine.” after the words leave him, he immediately starts to pound you, hand landing sharply against your ass.

you gasp, pushing your ass closer to his cock, body shaking with effort as you hold yourself up. “i—i’m gonna cum again, please—” you want to beg him to turn off the vibrators, but you feel too fucking good to stop. with a cry, you cum again, statin to sob when the vibrations continue.

denki fucks your puffy pussy mercilessly, groaning loudly. “babe,” he gasps, “i’m gonna —fuck!—cum soon, p-please cum with me!”

just the sounds of his moans have you cumming for a third time. feeling dizzy, you muster out an “mhm, mhm, i’ll try” as the vibrations begin to feel both pleasureful and painful.

crying, you stare right into the phone at your best friend behind you, at how he’s completely unraveling. comments flood in, thirsting over the both of you and how fucked out you look. denki whines loudly, “oh, i’m cumming— with me, cum with me baby!”

a scream rips from your throat as he cums inside you, filling you up to the brim and then some. your fourth orgasm of the night hits you like a train, and all you cry out, “denki!” as your pussy spasms on his cock, feeling a little raw from the vibrators but oh so satisfied. without wasting time, denki rips the tied vibrators from you; they hit the floor loudly, absolutely soaked.

he pulls out for a second and then flips you over and lays you down, pushes back in, and he fucks you until his cum spills out of you, one of his favorite sights. the comments explode with questions and surprise, some pointing out your accidental reveal of denki’s true name during your orgasm.

he slumps on top of you, face buried in your neck, pecking at your sweaty skin gently. “thank you for joining the stream tonight.. i really had a lot of fun.”

“i can only hope i’ll be invited to join more,” you laugh, brushing his hair away from his face.

“are you kidding me? of course!” denki exclaims, nuzzling into your neck now.

the reveal of denki’s name spreads like wildfire online, and you both wake up cuddling to find that you’ve both received angry texts from your managers.

#kurooh #HAPPY 1K !!#maybe do a pt 2 with hawks & others?#mha smut #bnha smut #mha x reader #bnha x reader #deku smut #deku x reader #midoriya smut #midoriya x reader #bakugou smut #bakugou x reader #kirishima smut #kirishima x reader #denki x reader #denki smut

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(Dark!) BNHA: Toxic Relationship

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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Boys -> Hawks + Bakugo + Dabi + Deku

Reaction: Moments from your toxic relationship with your Pro-Hero boyfriend.

WARNINGS: Toxic Relationship; Abuse; Manipulation; Non-con.

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Hawks

“Y/n is a real clutz, y’know. Can’t even walk on even ground without tripping over her own feet.”

Your cheeks flame with humiliation as the camera pans to the crowd that laughs heartily at the demeaning words, as if Keigo had dropped the funniest joke they’ve ever heard.

“That’s adorable.” the woman laughs, “Maybe it has something to do with the fact that she has no quirk? I believe you said she is quirkless, right?”

Keigo chuckles, nodding as he crosses an ankle over his knee.

“She sure is. Can’t even imagine what type of quirk she’d have, she’s just not the type.”

Your hand grips the remote tighter. What does he mean by that? Does he think you’re not good enough to have a quirk?

You consider turning off the TV, but fortunately the interviewer changes the subject. They casually speak about the current stance of heroes and their struggles on fighting off criminals and villains.

Keigo is charming as usual, delivering answers that are a perfect portrait of responsibility with a sprinkle of humor. He’s good like that, even though his previous answers left a bitter taste in your mouth.

Somehow, they end up reaching the topic of hobbies and free time.

“Going Pro Hero leaves little time for myself, so sadly I don’t really have much time for hobbies. Wish I had.” he says humbly. “My girlfriend has lots of them, though.”

You inhale sharply. Not again.

For your misfortune, the woman gets interested.

Perhaps because it’s an exclusive interview and her network channel gave her orders to squeeze every drop of information they can get on Hawks’ personal life.

“What type of hobbies? She looks like she’s a great cook.” she tries to guess, but Keigo bursts laughing, holding his belly in an exaggerated mannerism.

“Nah, cooking isn’t really her department. Burned eggs and half-cooked pancakes are more her style. She doesn’t even-”

You change channels in a heartbeat, bursting in tears at the low insults.

You’re not that bad. Sure, you’re not amazing at cooking, but never once did Keigo complain when he eats the food you diligently make after he returns from patrols.

And now he slanders you on national television?

And the worst part? It’s not even the first time he’s done this.

Dabi

“There’s nothing to eat in the fridge.”

“There is.”

“There isn’t.”

You stop writing your notes, swallowing back an annoyed sigh, already aware of what was happening.

“There is food in the fridge.” you repeat, “You just have to cook it.”

Dabi looks at you, unimpressed.

“No shit Sherlock. Maybe you can do it for me.”

“You serious?”

Meeting his arrogant smirk, you huff.

“Dead serious, babe. Not like you’re busy anyways.”

Your mouth drops at his audacity and you open your arms to indicate the mess of books, papers and pens in front of you.

“I’m studying, Dabi. Can’t you see that? Grow up and cook for yourself, yeah?” you snap your attention back to your books, but your mood has already turned sour.

You pretend to scribble down a few words when Dabi walks to you slowly. He peeks into your annotations, snorting.

“That handwriting is kinda shitty.” he mocks you. “Besides, what exactly are you even studying for? You’re not exactly cut out to be a doctor, y’know? Not enough brain cells in you to become that.”

You glare at him, angrily swatting away the hand that condescendingly tries to pet your hair.

“You’re such an asshole, Dabi. Maybe if your life revolved around something other than your stupid daddy’s issues, you would actually get a job. Not like Endeavour is worried sick about you, not when he’s got Shoto.” you spit the words venously.

Not the nicest words, but you can’t seem to bring yourself to bother.

A dark shade crosses Dabi’s face, his amused expression turning colder. You’d be lying if the sight didn’t ignite some fear in you.

“Is that so?” his crooked smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “And why would I need a job - or Endeavour, by that matter - when I have you?”

His hand reaches for your shoulder and there’s an edge in his eyes that immobilizes you. You shouldn’t have mentioned Endeavour.

“I’m not with you because of that bitchy attitude, you know. I like my girl to know who’s in charge. Respect is really important in a relationship and your behavior is making me really upset, baby.” his tone is scaringly soft, and his hand travels to your neck.

You hold your breath when the staples on his hand scratch against the delicate skin of your throat. “So, if you need me to remind you of your place, I’ll gladly help you with that.”

His fingers heat up at a low temperature, not enough to actually burn you but it doesn’t stop the lonely tear that slides from your eye, the only sign of the chilling terror you’re feeling.

He leans forward, kissing your forehead before sliding his hand away.

“Are we understood?”

The nod you give him is shaky at best, but Dabi smiles nonetheless.

“Now, how about that food you’re gonna make me?”

Bakugo

“I have to wake up early tomorrow.”

Besides a low hum, Bakugo doesn’t acknowledge you much, too busy French kissing your neck.

His hands head for your ass, provoking a wince in you when he gropes it with unnecessary strength, your left ass cheek being kneaded like it’s dough.

Katsuki uses his grip on your ass to push your hips forward even as you complain again. The thin fabric of his sweatpants does nothing to hide the hardness that shamelessly rubs against your thigh.

“Katsuki.”

Once again he gives no sign of hearing you, rolling his hips with more urgency and you barely catch the tired groan that almost rolls away from you.

The clock on your side reminds you that despite the early hour, you’ll only have 6 hours to sleep.

You really have to sleep and if you’re being honest, tonight you’re not feeling sexy or horny enough to sleep with your boyfriend.

But that doesn’t make you feel any less awkward when Bakugo’s movements turn more vigorous and needy, humping your naked thigh as if he’s fucking it while you remain as alive as a statue.

“Fuck, this isn’t enough.” he growls against your skin, and your heart skips a beat when his hands reach for your shorts, tugging them down halfway until you panickedly grab his wrist, wiggling your body away from his.

“Seriously, Kats, I’m not in the mood tonight.” you say, quickly pulling back your shorts.

“You fuckin’ serious right now?” he growls through gritted teeth, still hovering above you.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you timidly nod.

“Maybe we can do this tomorrow? It’s just that-”

“Yeah, whatever. Not like you haven’t used that stupid excuse on me before.”

Your eyebrows raise with surprise at the bitter tone on his voice as he gruffs, pushing himself off you.

“I’m not making up excuses.”

“The hell you aren’t.” he looks at you, angry. “Every time I try to start something, you turn into a damn nun. Always too freakin’ tired, too busy or not in the mood.”

He scowls, spiky blonde hair falling to his eyes.

“All you have to do is open your goddamn legs and let me do the rest, and you can’t even do that.”

His words hit a sore spot and he turns his back on you, settling on the distant side of the bed after delivering strained punches to the pillow to soften it up.

“Maybe I go after those Dynamite's groupies that are always throwing themselves at me. Since you never want to fuck anymore.”

You’re left too stunned to speak, sadness blossoming at the cruel meaning of his words and it’s a struggle to swallow the tears.

He wouldn’t really, would he? But your mind lingers on the disturbing thought. He’s popular with girls, even with his angry mood.

Bakugo is tall, muscular and not even the ever present scowl in his face is able to contradict the attractive facial features he’s been blessed with. Meanwhile you’re just mediocre, if even that...

Your insecurities strike back, taunting you.

Your hand reaches for his arm before you even realize it, and you’re mildly surprised when he doesn’t shake you off.

“The hell you want now?”

Pulling on his arm until he finally turns to the side, you kiss him.

He groans against your lips, allowing your hand to rest on the warm plane of his chest and you let it slide lower until it touches his clothed member.

Neither of you speak a word, but you feel Bakugo smirking against your lips while he practically shoves your shorts down.

You allow yourself go limp underneath him, letting your boyfriend fuck you in the way he wants to. Holding back a tired sigh when the fluorescent numbers on the clock mock you.

You really have to wake up early.

Deku

“Are you serious, Izuku?”

The tall hero jumps, eyes widening almost comically when he realizes you’re standing on the bedroom’s doorway and not cleaning the kitchen, like he clearly assumed you to be.

“I wasn’t- The phone-” he stammers with his words, plowing your phone onto the bed with a bit too much force.

Crossing your arms, you flash him a frustrated glare.

“You promised me you wouldn’t spy on my phone anymore, Izuku.” your stern tone has him frowning and Izuku practically sprints closer to you.

“I wasn’t spying! I was just- just checking the time.” his words aren’t convincing enough for you to actually believe in him.

You squint your eyes at him, dodging his grabby hands with a nasty slap, despite the hurt expression on his face.

“Izuku.”

“I wasn’t! C’mon, you gotta believe in me.”

You don’t.

“Even if I did go through your phone - which I didn’t - why would that be such a problem?” he complains, dragging his voice. “Do you have something to hide or what?”

You point a warning finger at him.

“Don’t you dare. This isn’t about me. You’re the one who went behind my back because you’re just too insecure to fully trust me.”

He shakes his head, emerald eyes turning feverish.

“You’re being dramatic, of course I trust you.”

“You don’t, stop lying.”

“I do trust you!” his voice rises in volume.

“No, you don’t!” you scream, voice breaking before you crumble in tears.

You’re exhausted. Of arguing, of dealing with Izuku, of everything. When did things turn so frustrating, so tiring? Why does he always have to ruin things for you?

Izuku curses under his breath before rushing to you, engulfing you in a comforting embrace as you cry on his chest.

“You don’t. You never will and I know that.” he stays silent, not contradicting you this time.

He lets you cry on his chest, his hand gently caressing your hair as he mutters apologies.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” Izuku hugs you harder, arms tightening around you. “I’ll do better, okay? I promise, I will.”

And like a fool, you accept his promise - even if you know it’s meant to be broken.

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