#sero gets high

[captainjade101]

Some fun mha headcanons

Mina writes her fives backwards.

Sero has fallen out of his hammock several times because he was too high to tell up from down.

Denkis quirk activated after he licked a Powerpoint.

As kids Bakugo convinced Midoriya that the reason his hair was green was because he ate too many green vegetables.

Shinso has got his hair stuck in multiple elevator doors.

The support department has a whiteboard dedicated to guessing how much stuff Hatsume will blow up that week.

[semdere]

genuinely want the Mystery God to be some sort of god of rebellion (for fig) like..??? Mystery God getting Pissed at Sol/Helio/etc and saying "actually, Fuck you guys" and becoming the Devil of Rebellion (the heat of anger at unjust systems and rules and saying fuck all that!!)

[scionshtola]

i started writing a whole thing about mir and her mom and then i realized i accidentally gave the briadis family the perfect set up for a tragic family empire tv show

[lightseoul]

a/n. the idea just came to me. that's it, basically. i hope i was able to capture the emotions that go hand in hand with this scenario. (0.7k)

“once again, another round of applause for mr. and mrs. midoriya!”

you cheer as loud as you can as you watch izuku effortlessly lift ochaco from the dip that signaled the end of their first dance as a married couple. even from where you’re seated a few feet away, the scarlet sitting high on both their cheeks is unmistakable, although not as palpable as the love that’s radiating off of their frames. you watch as the hero-turned-teacher whispers something to his other half, to which she responds with a delighted laugh.

“aren’t the two of them just adorable?” present mic, who also just happens to be the host for the evening croons, and everybody hollers in agreement. you make sure your bellows are one of the loudest, although you falter when you feel a pair of eyes boring at the side of your face.

“midoriya looks like he’s about to faint,” sero jokes from across the round table, which grants him a few snickers from the group.

“uraraka’s not any better,” comments kirishima who looks towards the couple with a slightly concerned expression.

“oh, you guys are exaggerating,” you retort, glancing back to appraise the two, only to find that they are now as red as ripe ass tomatoes. your face falls when you do, and everybody at your assigned table bursts into laughter at the sight. even bakugou, who’s sitting at your right, lets out a small chuckle.

“keep laughing, kacchan—” goads kaminari, who is instantly rewarded with a glare from the ash-blonde. that doesn’t deter him from continuing, though, opting to toss the latter a knowing grin instead. “i bet my money you’d flush like crazy when it’s you and y/n’s turn to get married.”

at that, you let out a small laugh before the man beside you can say anything, although it comes out a bit stilted. again, you sense bakugou’s gaze on you, but you don’t meet it. you muster a playful pout. “can we focus on the ones who are actually getting married right now, please?”

“actually, they already have,” corrects iida as a matter of factly, “but i agree. i think present mic’s about to—”

“calling on the best man and maid of honor!” echoes the elderly hero’s summon as if on cue.

the spotlight immediately shines on you and bakugou.

“let’s have another lovely couple join in these poor two,” present mic implores, “they’re seeming a bit too awkward, standing in front by themselves.”

another wave of laughter resounds across the large room as you gingerly stand up with a polite smile on your face, with bakugou following suit and doing the same. you startle ever so minutely when you feel his hand slip across the distance between you two and intertwine with yours, but you don’t resist when he uses his grip to lead you to the center of the dance floor.

you catch a glimpse of ochaco as you walk toward the front, your heart dropping at the sight of what should be an elated face contorted in an almost imperceptible look of guilt and worry. you flash her the most reassuring smile you can conjure, knowing all too well that the same exchange is happening between izuku and the man who is now moving to place one hand on your waist as the other maintains his hold on yours.

“ready?” bakugou asks when you’re finally close and facing each other, his low, rough voice shooting a pang of distant longing straight to you despite yourself.

at that, you force a smile at him, willing every fiber of your being to ignore the way he’s looking at you.

the way he’s looking at you like he’s second-guessing ending things just as much as you are.

which is silly, because god knows you’ve talked about it a thousand times, and the conclusion remains the same.

but before you can waver and expose yourselves in front of everyone else in the room—you’d go through hell and high water to make sure ochaco and izuku’s day is perfect, after all—you swallow all the what-ifs that are still fighting to be uttered and nod.

“ready.”

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[saturnsorbits]

Skintight

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Suggestive, Word Count: 2.1k.

Summary: Sero's got an embarrassing problem.

A/N: This is a new flavour of Sero for me, but I love this one just as much.

'You can't laugh...' Sero's voice is thick in the back of his throat forcing him to attempt to cough out it's awkwardness.

It doesn't work.

There's still the tell tale pinkness of a deep blush around his cheek bones, one that streaks down his neck and vanishes beneath the high, black neck of his suit.

Holding open your front door, you raise your eyebrows already on the cusp of giggles. He's leaning on your door frame, his arm pinned above his head, elbow pressed into the wood in a way that was almost charming. 'Okay...'

'Can – Actually...' He leans back, glancing down the corridor. 'Can I come in?'

'Of course.' Stepping aside, you watch as he slips into your apartment keeping his back almost flush with the door. You watch as he goes, side-stepping his way into your living room before turning quick on the balls of his feet to face you – the same sheepish smile etched into his features. Pausing, you tilt your head. 'Are you okay?'

'Y – yeah, uh...' He swallows, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he fidgets.

You raise your eyebrows, tipping forward slightly on your tip-toes.

'I – ha... See it's funny really because -.'

'Hanta, spit it out.'

He sighs. 'I'm stuck in my suit.'

You can't help it, a chuckle bubbles up your throat and spills helplessly over your lips.

Rocking his head back on his shoulders, Hanta groans. 'I said not to laugh...'

Sucking in air through your teeth, you struggle with party balloon lungs until the wheezing subsides and you can stand a little straighter again. 'Yeah, yep, sorry...' A stray gasp leaks from your lips, forcing you to bite down on the seam to silence it. 'Go on.'

'It gets worse.' He sighs. Squeezing shut his eyes, he licks over his lips before admitting. 'I'm naked in here.'

'I'm sorry, what?' You cough, disguising the tension in your lungs. It's hard not to look then, to really look, given the new information you've just been presented with.

Black spandex, strengthened with some obnoxiously named polymer stretches over the expanse of his shoulders. He's wide there, wider than you'd expect given his slight frame, but there's no denying the muscle that lingers under the material. The black extends, covers the swells of his pecs and then tapers, cutting into odd triangles that frame the ripples of his stomach. He's not as well muscled here as he is in his shoulders. Instead of the rough blocks of abdominal muscles, his are streamlined, forming two long, thick stripes of muscle that are almost totally visible through the pale of his suit.

Letting your eyes sink lower still, your gaze lingers on the thin strips of malleable metal that serves to strengthen his suit, but also inadvertently seems to perfectly highlight the deep creases that mark out his torso. You swallow. Hidden under a black square of material, barely contained by what you have to assume is at least two layers of material is a thick bulge. The swell is obvious, casting darkened shadows onto the twitching muscles of his thighs.

'Naked, me, under here...' Gesturing his crotch, he widens his eyes.

'The fucking zip snapped and I can't ask anyone to fucking help peel me out because whoever does it is going to get an eyeful of, well... Me.'

Blinking repeatedly, you swallow the saliva collecting in your mouth and snap your eyes back up to his. His jaw is tight, his stare worried and wild as he looks at you for an answer to a question you're not sure he's got the balls to ask.

Although, new information could prove you wrong.

It's in that instant that the silliness of the situation hits you right back over the head again. You manage to hold your laughter for a solid three seconds before it's tumbling out of you again. This time, it catches you off guard, rolling through you and almost reducing you to a crouch as Sero winces in front of you. 'Why couldn't you get one of the boys to help? Surely they've seen everything before...'

'And have Denks take the piss forever? No thanks.'

'Oh...' You fold your arms across your chest. 'And you think I won't take the piss? Is that it?'

'No.' He answers too quickly, but manages to trap the rest of his half-baked confession behind his teeth before it drops into the palm of your hands. The truth is, he doesn't think he'd mind you taking the piss – he doesn't think he'd mind you doing anything to him, in all honesty. Maybe that's why instead of slinking back to the agency and hoping that Hatsume was in her workshop, he'd found himself here, almost twenty minutes out of his way. He shrugs. 'But, maybe you'll be nicer about it?'

Locking eyes with him for a moment, you pause to watch him sweat before rubbing your hands together. 'C'mon then...' You smirk. 'Let's see how big that dick is.'

'Can you not?' Sero snaps, shivering when your palm meets the muscle of his shoulder. You slide your touch across him, moving in one solid stroke from his deltoid to the thick muscle of his back. The touch, as innocent as it is, makes his stomach tighten, molten lava churning as he submits to your teasing. A soft giggle slips your lips, sliding into his ear like sweet sherbet, making him half regret his decision to ask you, but then, your fingers are playing at the dips just above his collarbone and stealing coherency from him once more.

The suit is cooler than you'd expected. You can feel it, the tips of your fingers growing colder as you search across his chest, fingertips pressing against him in a search that quickly becomes fruitless.

Scratching, you use your nails to rake down his chest and attempt to ignore the way you can feel him respond. His whole body bristles, muscles tightening as a ripple uses his spine like a fire pole. You lick over your lips and hope he can't hear the shake in your voice. 'Where the fuck is the zip on this thing?'

Stretching back his shoulders, Sero swallows. 'It's, uh, around the back...' Gathering the loose hair

Immediately, you lift your hands as if burnt. Now, your groping feels gratuitous – sexual in a way that it wasn't meant to be. Not really. When you step behind him, twisting your hip to avoid bumping it against his, you don't let your fingers wonder.

It's not hard to find it, not now you're laser focused. There's a small bump. The slightest overlap between the two sides of his suit as it wraps around the base of his neck. A few hours ago there had been a zip, the thin strip of metal poking, just, from the material, but now, there's nothing there: Just the slight bump.

Laying one hand flat against the muscle of his back, you use your index finger to skate up the zip – parting the fabric as you go. At the top, you hook your finger under the suit and begin to work at opening it.

Each touch sends a series of short static shocks up through his body, forcing him to tense the plain of his stomach to keep him from folding over. He can feel it, the delicate slip of your fingers as you manage to shift the zip from the top of his spine to near between his shoulders. Inhaling, he starts to wonder if this was a bad idea after all.

'You want me to just keep going, yeah?' You move slowly now. It's almost obscene. A private strip show. One you're participating in, that wouldn't even be happening without you. The thought has you fighting your own composure, forcing you to lock your knees to keep them from shaking.

'Ye – yeah.' He forces a laugh into his voice, but it catches behind his Adam's apple and slips out of his mouth a rasp. 'It stops like, like,' he coughs. 'Like just above my ass.' The bridge of his nose crinkles, a cringe folding his features as he stops talking.

'Okay.' Your fingers feel like they're burning as your decent reveals more and more skin. The smooth plain of his back is revealed, the muscle underneath rippling as it's loosed from it's material confines.

It's intimate in a way you'd never expected as with the slick of his suit, so too are hidden secrets revealed. There's a mole just under the curve of his right shoulder blade. A scar that runs parallel to his spine, the skin still pink and fresh. The edges of black ink that wraps around the edge of his left hip.

When the zip finally draws to a stop, you can see the cleft of his ass. If you were to slip your hands inside, splaying your fingers across the warm breath of his lower back you'd be able to sink your thumbs into his back dimples. You imagine he'd sigh. Let his head roll back on his shoulders as you press close to him. Maybe you'd let your hands slink further, following along the grooves of his hips; lines that would lead to lower and lower, until...

'All done?' His voice is wound tight when he speaks, locked somewhere in the basin of his throat and released as if thrown out on a breath.

Your reluctant to step back, to recede from the heat of his body, but you manage it. 'Yep.' You pat his back, feeling the muscle relax under your touch. 'All done.'

He turns, already wriggling his shoulders free from the material of his suit. 'Thanks, thought I was going to be trapped forever in this thing. It's so...' Slipping his fingers under the latex clinging to his left shoulder, he stretches it from his skin. 'Difficult to fucking get out of.'

You chuckle and watch him struggle. He twists around himself, peeling the second skin of his suit away only for it to snap back and illicit a hiss from between his teeth. 'C'mere, before you do yourself some serious harm.'

Sero shivers as your hands skate underneath the suit and peel him from it. He'd close his eyes to hide from the intimacy of your slow undressing of him, but all that would do is conjure images of what he wishes would come afterwards. Images of him repaying the favour, slipping you from your oversized hoodie and sinking to his knees then repaying you again in a wholly different way. He can already imagine how easy it would be to have you, and yet... 'Thanks,' he mumbles.

'No worries.' You giggle, catching his eye before you step back: his shoulders and arms freed. 'Tell you what though...' Your eyebrow arcs, a coy smile playing at the edge of your lip. 'That really doesn't hide anything, does it?'

Eyes widening, he swallows hard. The knowledge of your staring, dare he even dream admiring, sends a shock wave of tension directly south. He cock kicks, his ass clenching as if to try and disguise the too obvious bulge against the front of his costume. In an instant, his hands sink, the top-half of his suit bunched in his fist as he plays the move for comfort and hopes you don't notice a thing. 'I...'

'I'm just joking around, Han.' You chuckle around the lump in your throat. There's a notable pulse in your stomach, one that sinks by the second and has your thoughts turning savoury.

'I'll...' Sero hedges. There's an energy in his muscles, one that makes him want to bounce on the balls of his feet and do something silly.

'Do you want a t-shirt?'

The more he looks at you, the more kissable you look. You always look kissable, but right now, with the sun coming in from your living room window and that small curious smile itching at your lip... You look phenomenal. He shakes his head. 'I'll just swing home. I'll be too high and too quick for anyone to notice that I'm semi-shirtless... My place isn't far.'

'Oh, okay.' You try not to let your disappointment show, but there's a notch that forms between his eyebrows that makes you wonder just how successful you'd been at disguising it. Slinking to the door, Sero has one foot over the threshold before he turns.

Fuck it. He thinks.

'Can I tell you something?'

Your eyes shine, head tilting. 'Of course, anything.'

'I really, like, really wanna take you out to dinner.'

Your lips break into a smile, forcing apples into your cheeks as a chuckle slips through your teeth. 'Yeah?'

'Yeah.' His smile matches yours, reaching his eyes and making him glow. 'Next week? That new place down town?'

You nod, chewing at your lip as you try not to feel like an excited school girl. 'It's a date.'

Sero's heart stutters, thudding in his chest. 'It's a date.'

-> Masterlist

[bananami]

The One Where Bakugo is Different With You (and your friends kinda called it but are too dumb to fully connect the dots) katsuki x fem!reader

No one understands what it is you did to make him like you. You insist that you didn't do anything. They don't believe you.

Bakugo isn't nice to anyone. He tolerates people. Sometimes. In fact, it's not like he's even nice to you. But he is different. And everyone has noticed.

"That's her seat, get up." He snaps at Mineta as the boy sits down next to him.

"What, she has to sit next to you?"

"Get. Up."

Mineta doesn't hesitate.

You've known him as long as the rest of them, but for some reason he seems softer toward you. Kirishima is the first to bring it up to him.

"Do you like her or something?"

"She's my friend, of course I like her."

"Denki is your friend, you don't like him."

"Hey!" Denki yells from the other side of the couch.

Bakugo just grits his teeth and doesn't respond.

Even when riffing with him, he takes what you say differently than he does with everyone else.

"What if I just cracked this egg over your head?"

He looks down at you. "I'd be impressed that you could reach."

"That hot head would probably fry it." Sero laughs at his own joke.

Sparks began to form from the explosion hero's good hand. "I will blast you out of this building!"

And forget about anyone else asking him for anything. He doesn't really do favors, not unless he's hounded to do them. But for you?

"I'm hungry."

Bakugo stands from the couch and holds out his hand to pull you up with him. "Let's go try the new sushi place down the block."

Or

"I have an interview with the talkshow next week but they want me there at like six in the morning."

He doesn't even look up from his phone, where he's opening his calendar to schedule himself off of work that day. "I'll stay by your place and drive you in the morning."

OR

A bag falls into your lap and the blonde plops down next to you. "They were on sale."

You open the bag to find your favorite candies, letting out an excited squeal. "They've been out the last two weeks."

"I told the guy to call me when he got a box in."

Denki tries to reach his hand out for a box but it's slapped away by the larger blonde. "Touch it or her and I will personally cut off that hand."

And then there's Kirishima's personal favorite interactions to watch. Something Bakugo has done since living in the dorms at UA, through your roommate years where all of you split an apartment to save up money.

Bakugo would get up to leave the room and stop in the doorway, staring directly at you. "Are you coming?"

"Where are we going?"

"Check your phone."

You would look down at your phone and laugh every time. "Are you embarrassed to say it in front of everyone?"

"Shut the fuck up and get over here!"

Everyone could read between the lines, and his blush on his cheeks.

But you'd never officially dated. Anytime any of the friend group would ask about it, you'd both deny it and change the subject. Kirishima and Mina would narrow their eyes in suspicion at you and one another.

"You just treat her different than everyone else." Kiri would point out.

"Friends don't look at each other the way you two do, especially not Bakugo." Mina would accuse.

The answers were always the same.

"Mind your own shitty business." Bakugo would snap.

"You all just look too much into things. He can be nice at times." You would always insist.

It would take all the way up until a random work party Bakugo's agency was holding for the truth to come out. For Denki to walk in on the two of you in the bathroom-

"Practically devouring each other! It was disgusting!"

Bakugo rolled his eyes. His arms rested around the back of the couch with you tucked close into his side. "See this is why we kept it a secret for so many years, you're all being so dramatic about it."

"Years?!" Mina screamed. "How many years has this been a thing?"

You tried to avoid all eye contact with her.

"Since high school." Bakugo replied with ease.

"Since high school?!" Your friends gaped.

"When we were all living in the dorms?" Denki asked.

"Used to meet up on the old training grounds to make out."

"The apartment we all shared?" Kirishima narrowed his eyes.

"Snuck into each other's rooms like every single night, can't believe you guys never caught us then."

"When we all were interning at the same agencies?" Sero threw out there.

"Bribed the scheduling team to put the two of us on the same routes."

"Ok wait, but you guys told us you weren't and you used to talk about the different people you would go on dates with right in front of each other- oh my fucking god." Mina facepalmed.

Bakugo laughed maniacally as you tried to hold yours in.

"So you were talking about each other? Every single time?"

"Every. Single. Time."

Mina sighed. "This is actually insane, I can't believe you never said anything."

"I mean it's not like we should be that surprised, besides," Kirishima chimed in, "it's not like they're secretly engaged to be married or anything, right?"

Silence.

"Right?" Kirishima's smile falters a bit. "Please tell me you two aren't engaged."

Bakugo blinks a few times before responding. "Ok, we're not engaged."

"Bakugo!"

"Did you think I was just really nice to her all the time for no reason?"

[plussizeficchick]

Close to You | Denki x Chubby!Reader

Summary; Denki doesn’t play when it comes to threats to your relationship, even at the expense of his friends.

Warnings: smut (p in v, implied cunnilingus, breeding kink (I mean it’s me😂) slight quirkplay) mean!Denki (but really only to his friend, he takes it out on your pussy though😣) dickhead!bakugo.

SN: I will be posting the Jungkook fic soon!!😭but this is just a little snack I had preplanned until then😉😂

You weren’t quite sure how you got here.

As soon as Denki stormed through your door, everything had been a bit of a blur. The only things you were able to make out of the senseless rambling was “fucking dickhead” “can make her come harder than anything” “gonna fuckin’ breed her”.

That, that had your pussy quivering.

While you were busy pondering what brought on this sudden shift in your boyfriend’s mood, Denki was thinking of all the different ways he was going to show everyone just how much you’re his.

— —

“Does he always talk to you like that?” Denki looks up at you from where his head is resting on your lap. “Who?” He asks, brows furrowed in confusion. 

You’d both decided it was time for you to meet his friends and he couldn’t have been more excited about it. You met with the group at a homey sports bar for the more relaxed atmosphere and besides a few minor flubs, he thought you all got along well. You and Mina made plans to get your nails done together, you recommended the rolling papers you use to Sero, and Kirishima hadn’t found someone with his sense of humor in ages. You even managed to bring Bakugo out of his shell, bouncing recipes off of one another seamlessly. So he wondered what went wrong.

“Bakugo, I don’t really like how he talks to you.” You try to convey without looking controlling. “Like when he calls you stupid and things like that. I mean he even had you running around, getting stuff for him today like you’re some “errand boy”.” “That’s just how he is,” Denki waves you off. He was used to Bakugo’s antics after having gone to school with him, so he knows better than to take it to heart. “And he doesn’t genuinely mean it when he calls me dumb.” He chuckles, focusing his attention back to what’s playing on TV. You sigh, a bit unsatisfied with his answer. “You know your friends better than I do,” You start, carding your fingers through his blonde tresses. “I just don’t think it’d kill him to be a bit kinder to you. You’re not in high school anymore, you don’t have to cater to him.” You say, pressing a kiss to his forehead. But what you said got him thinking.

— — 

If Denki was being honest, he was pretty accustomed to the way things were. And if he hadn’t met you, he was sure that this would’ve been his everyday life.

You hadn’t meant to initially, but you made him realize that there was a sort of hierarchy within his friend group with Bakugo at the head and after being with you for so long, he realized he was actually getting fucking sick of it.

Sure, Bakugo’s kind of behavior is expected when you’re a hormonal teen struggling with new emotions, but now it’s time to get a fucking grip.

He hadn’t even meant for everything to go down the way it did, but Katsuki’s nothing if not a shit starter.

— —

“and then Mina’s gonna pick her up so they can get their nails done. I’m pretty sure they’re gonna head back to (Y/N)’s place to get ready and we can pick them up from there.” Kirishima explained to Denki, whilst simultaneously narrowly dodging a blue shell in Mario Kart. Denki grunts in frustration, his character having slipped on a banana peel. “That sounds good, gives us plenty of time-” He’s cut off by Katsuki’s brash voice sounding from the couch. “Hey, Dunceface, go and get me a milk carton from the kitchen.”

Now, normally Denki would’ve made a playful comment about Katsuki being lazy before getting up and doing what he was told, but after being with you, after spending so much time working on bettering himself not just for you, but for himself, he’s not just gonna be walked all over anymore.

“Nah I’m in the middle of something, anyways, Kiri. I was think-” “HAH?! Did ya fuckin’ hear me? I wasn’t asking-” “Is it really that serious, Bakugo? I’m doing something so just get it yourself.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes at Bakugo’s immaturity. Both Kirishima and Sero watch the display with baited breath, unsure why Kaminari suddenly has a death wish. Bakugo’s eyes widen at the blatant disrespect, sparks threatening to shoot from his hands, however, Kaminari doesn’t back down.

Katsuki narrows his eyes before a humorless chuckle escapes him, “Oh, I get it. Ever since Chubs decided to fuck with your dumbass you think you’re a big man. But no matter who you fuck, Dunceface you’ll always be the idiot who can’t function after using their quirk.” Bakugo practically spits. 

If Katsuki had said something like this around a year ago, Denki would’ve probably sulked and went to do what Bakugo had told him to, but now, he felt nothing but pure indifference. “You know something Bakugo, I really used to admire you,” Kaminari starts, a smug smirk making its way to Bakugo’s lips. “I really thought I wanted to be strong like you. But now, now I just feel sorry for you. I mean you spend everyday comparing yourself to Midoriya, you’re shitty to everyone who fucking cares about you and you’re so insufferable to everyone else that no one else genuinely WANTS to get near you.” A humorless chuckle leaves Denki’s own lips, grateful to finally get this off his chest. “You think people want to be around you because you’re cool when the only reason they can even stand to be near you is because of how dangerous your QUIRK is. People wouldn’t give a fuck about you otherwise.” Kaminari stands, collecting his stuff before moving towards the door, “I’ll see you guys later,” He emphasized to Kirishima and Sero. “Maybe you can get him to be an actual decent human being.” He scoffs, walking out of Kirishima’s apartment.

Bakugo’s left stunned, Kirishima’s shocked and Sero’s impressed. Though, it doesn’t take long for Bakugo’s shock to turn to anger, explosions ready to burst from his hands. “He’s. Fucking. DEAD!!” He exclaims, and that’s all it takes to snap Kirishima out of his stupor, trying his best to calm the explosive blonde down.

— —

It’s difficult for you to form a coherent thought with the sound of skin slapping against your ears.

You’re on your knees, arch pressed deep into your back as Denki slams his cock deep inside you. You gasp at the intrusion, but you have no time to recover as he sets an unforgiving pace. “He’s a fucking bitch. Doesn’t know shit.” He growls under his breath, hips canting against the fat of your ass, the sight of the rippling skin making his mouth water. You’re trying to talk, want to ask him what happened at Kirishima’s place, but then he’s slamming against that gummy spot deep inside and you keen. 

You’re limp, practically dead weight as Denki flips you over onto your back. He has your knees pressed against your chest, your pudgy tummy folded over as he slams his hips against yours, the fat jiggling deliciously. 

“Please,” you gasp, trying to catch your breath as he aims directly for your g-spot, your cunt clenching at his unforgiving pace. “Fucker thinks he knows shit about us, I’ll fucking show ‘im.” Denki mutters under his breath, cock throbbing at the warm wetness surrounding it.

He’s ravenous, tongue laving at your neck, sucking the skin harshly. You whine as his hands reach to pinch your nipples, your clit twitching signs of your impending release. “Please, baby. Let me cum, please.” You beg, tears threatening to pool in your eyes. The sight has Denki feeling a bit merciful, after all, you weren’t the one to rile him up. 

So he pulls back a bit, sitting back on his haunches to grind his cock deep inside you, hitting spots you couldn’t dare reach on your own. He guides one of his hands down to your clit, using little shocks from his quirk on the bundle of nerves.

The feeling sends a new wave of arousal gushing from your already sore cunt, but you’re nothing if not greedy for his cum. “Want you to cum in me, baby. Wanna feel you fill me up.” You murmur, cradling his face in your palms. You do your best to keep eye contact, though, with the way his cock is drilling inside you, the action is difficult. You connect your lips together and the act has Denki’s hips stuttering before he thrusts once, twice and he’s filling you up, snatching your nth orgasm unexpectedly from you.

You slowly pull away from each other, though Denki is sure to keep his cock nestled deep inside you, flipping you both over so that you’re on top of him. You trace shapes on his bare chest, slowly coming down from your highs. “You wanna tell me what that was all about?” 

Denki sighs as he thinks back on what led him here. There was no doubt that the dynamic in the friend group has shifted, whether that was in his favor or not remained to be seen but what he could see was right in front of him.

You.

You were his present and his future, and as he slips his cock out of your sore cunt and the rush of his cum gushes from you like a river, his mouth waters at the idea of this being his new everyday. He shakes his head as he pushes you to lay back, situating himself between his new home.

“Just wanted to be close to you.”

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[cathnospam]

Love your fics girlll, if your taking requests can I please have a Katsuki x black female who is his secret(?) girlfriend comes to visit him at UA Dan be sfw or nsfw🫶🏾

When I made this page I really didn’t wanna do requests because I like writing self indulgently but this was a very cute idea. So. I’ll make it an exception. Hope you like it. Thank you <3

Warnings: Smut, Mentioning Oral, Breeding(?), Reader is mentioned to have braids and bilingual, Bakugo speaks German, Fluff turned to smut, Established relationship, College UA AU

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“Where are you?”

“Turn around.”

It’s been a couple years since you and Bakugo became in an exclusive relationship and despite you living in America, and only visiting during the summer you managed to get an intern job at a hero Agency in Japan relatively close to UA.

You swore this relationship wouldn’t work, but Bakugo was oddly persistent in you being his, and it didn’t take long to convince you your relationship would last simply because Bakugo never had eyes for anybody else. So it was either you or nobody.

He would occasionally send you package gifts of Japan snacks you wanted to try, and even sent you a bracelet that can send vibrations of the word “I love/miss you.” On it that you both never take off. It was hard only seeing him for 2 weeks out of an entire year for 3 years but it was worth it when you both graduated from high school.

You and him were mentally counting down the days and seconds when you were finally moving down to Japan for good and seeing your taller, and more muscular blonde boyfriend in his cut sleeved shirt made you squeal.

He looked even sexier from behind and in person.

“You’re choking me, girl.” You can hear a slight playfulness in his voice as he carries you up to hug with one arm. “Finally. Took you long enough.”

“I knoooowwwww. I’m so glad to be back!” You giggle down to land him a small peck on the cheek which left him already boiling in embarrassment.

“Tch.” He mumbled, gently putting you down, patting your ass in the process before taking your bags. “You got your damn gloss on me.”

You fake pity him to wipe off the smeared lip combo you left on his cheek but he dodges your hand.

The ride back to UA was a bit nerve racking for your Blondie. He never told anybody about you, it wasn’t necessarily a secret, but it definitely wasn’t something he just outed to tell people. The only person that was aware of you and met you in his life was his parents and Aizawa mainly because he needed his approval for you to come to his dorm before you head to stay at your hotel.

You on the other hand was excited. Finally get to see some of Japan’s future amazing hero’s . You heard a lot about them through social media and Bakugo.

Upon entering the first person you encounter was Deku walking past and he freezes seeing you.

“I—oh hello! My name is Izuku��-“

“Izuku Midoriya yeah I’ve heard about you.” You grin, Deku immediately getting warm in the cheeks hearing your slight accent as you speak to him in Japanese. you sounded so cute. “Nice to meet you I’m Y/N.”

It didn’t take long until Denki walked in, then Sero, Kiri, Mina, and everybody else swarmed around you. Assuming you were a new student for the college semester, but it annoyed Bakugo seeing how close and interested the guys were getting towards you, and even Mina giving you a few flirtatious compliments he had to clear the air.

“She’s my girlfriend.” He deadpanned. Which left the entire common room to go radio silent.

“Your WHAT?”

Bakugo wasn’t sure if he should blast the room out or just take you to his room and be done with this. But you spoke up for him instead.

“Yes, me and him met a few years ago during high school and—“

“That mission we took overseas?” Shoto asked softly. You nodded.

“So THAT’S why you disappeared so many times—“

“SHUT UP NERD.” Bakugo cut Deku off from possibly yammering aloud what he recalled from that week.

You didn’t go into much detail of your relationship besides how long you both been dating and why you’re here. Eventually a few questions about your hair, you had on Boho Braids and many of the girls were so amazed on how beautiful your skin and hair was.

Eventually the questions began to die down and your boyfriend was getting antsy waiting for you in his room.

It was a blessing and kind of annoying because he took your baggage in his room and freshened it up a bit for you to feel comfortable.

You said your goodnights and goodbyes , hearing a few snickering and giggles from Denki and Sero as Bakugo comes to snatch get you back to his room.

“They were so nice.”

“And a pain in the ass.” He grumbles locking his door.” They didn’t ask you any uncomfortable questions did they? “

“Oh no of course not.” You reassured him before giving him a proper kiss on the lips.

You could feel his mouth curl into a smirk. A very familiar one that you haven’t seen since the first time you both slept together.

And that’s been a whole year.

….

“‘Suuuukkiiii~” You whined into his pillow that smelled like him, which was making you more intoxicated from what he was doing between your legs.

“Gatta be quiet.” His voice rumbled on your clit making your back arch. “Next time we’re fucking in your hotel room.”

……

“Y/N…” He groans in your ear, his arms so tightly wrapped around your waist as you feel every inch of his dick stretch you out more until his pelvis snaps against yours.

All you could hear was the outside chatter of class 1-A and the shallow breaths of you and him being exchanged.

“Ganna fucking cum if I move just wait.”

The smell of your pussy on his breath made you clamp down on him. Swallowing his broken moan into your mouth because he was exactly what you missed. He suckled on your fat bottom lip and kissed your beautiful brown, sweaty skin on your neck as he pushes your braids to the side.

You heard his bed creak as he slowly began to move in and out. He whispers in your ear how many times he’s fucked his hand to the thought of being inside of you again, how much he missed you, how badly he needed you while you were away.

He always got like this when he was inside you, a dirty talking mess.

On occasion Bakugo would breath out words in German, but you couldn’t hear exactly what he said just the accent and that alone drove you insane, because the tired rasp of his natural voice coming out made you melt in his arms.

“Y/N….where…where can I…?”

“Inside, Baby inside. I’m—-I’m on birth control—ah!”

The moment he got your approval he began to pick up the pace, your legs now over his shoulder and your knees touching your own shoulders you officially were feeling all of him and you could not do anything but take whatever he was giving you.

Your throat just aching to let go and moan his name and he knew so he put his hand on your mouth.

“Sssh shhh shhhh N/N…. I know…” Bakugo knew if anybody heard you two that’d be the topic of discussion for WEEKS.

Everybody in his class has had sex, but nobody ever thought whether Bakugo has or not, but after tonight and from the way you just couldn’t shut the fuck up.

They know now how Bakugo gets down. :P

[elssero]

so… head?

e.kirishima

♰ nsfw/suggestive content, pussy eating, slight angst to smut/fluff with kiri being a d1 eater <3 part1

you step hurriedly into your apartment and you feel as though you can finally realise the breath it feels like you’ve been holding your entire walk- no run home. you open your phone to find messages from each of them, mina asking where you went and denki excessively apologising asking if he made you uncomfortable. their messages are filled with worry- your not like this, your strong- so strong. if anyone knows how to take a joke it’s you, which is why you running of has them so worried.

you shoot mina quick message- something along the lines of being tired because of work and promising you’ll make it up to them next time, that seems to calm them down a bit.

despite having basically ran the entire way home in nothing but a mini-skirt you still feel hot all over- not a warm hot- no definitely not. you feel hot inside. you decide a cold shower is a definite and you strip as fast as possible, the material of your clothes are sticking to your skin and you need to wash this feeling away immediately.

with the high of drunken state now completely gone you step under the water with a hiss- it’s freezing. that seems to derail your attention long enough for you to shower completely.

settling into your couch in much comfier clothes you pick up your remote and browse through your tv services- trying to find something to take ur mind off whatever the fuck tonight was.

you can’t though- you can’t stop thinking about kiri, and how hot his breathe was against your skin, the look in his eyes when he spoke to you, his voice low- almost desperate. you take a quick peek at your messages- more from mina, photos now of everyone together, without you. a few more from denki, clearly now alot more drunk as he’s slurring even more apologies, he’s blabbering about cancelling the head plan and you can’t help but giggle at his typos. without realising your eyes gravitate towards kiri’s name on your wall of messages- he hasn’t text.

should you feel so disappointed? you knew he was only saying those things because he was drunk- of course he was but that doesn’t stop the little hurt u feel creep up on you when you realise everyone else has messaged you.

you contemplate for a moment- how do you move forward from this? at first glance it could be easy enough, you don’t work at the same agency as kirishima so the only time you see him are during your groups weekly get togethers, you debate in your head for a moment before deciding that you’ll face him when your ready, until then you plan to avoid him. saving both you and him from the embarrassment of having him either a- forget it ever happened or b- have him probably apologise for joking around and tell you he didn’t mean it.

you can’t even decide which option you’d rather- having him forget would mean you would never need to bring it up with him, he could live in blissful ignorance while you take your sweet time getting over it. kirishima is so sweet though, your sure if he remembers tomorrow morning that he’ll attempt to apologise for his attempt to make you feel better- you’d rather he didn’t say anything at all.

you spent your week diving head first into work, hardly giving yourself a moment of rest- you put yourself forward for every patrol shift you can get. upping your daily patrols to minimum 2 a day, sometimes even 3 if your struggling to sleep and decide to take a night shift.

to say your friends are worried about you is an understatement- you’ve never been one to overwork yourself, you always seem to have a perfect balance between your work and person life so to see you completely ignore anything personal has them almost frantic for you.

sero messages your groupchat about plans for friday, he invites everyone up to his place- clearly excited about his new minibar finally being set up. you smile at the message but not respond quite yet. not until you see a message from a certain red head matching his excitement in his own message confirming that he’ll be there this weekend. you frown slightly reading his message- it’s clear he’s talking to everyone else fine so it seems to be just you he hasn’t spoken to all week. you decide not to reply straight away, instead finishing your second patrol of the day in hopes of going straight home to sleep after.

the patrol goes by quickly and suddenly your on your couch again, unable to sleep while endlessly scrolling to try find something to watch. without any luck you open up your messages again to see the rest of your friends all confirming their availability for the friday coming, your frown from earlier re-appearing on your face as you send a quick message to your manager asking them to set up your schedule for you to be out on patrol again on friday night.

you scroll up the chat messages so you can send a direct reply to seros message in the chat inviting you all over- your reply is short and sweet, letting your friends know that you’ve been scheduled for patrol on friday night and are unable to make it this week. you tell them to have a good time without you though! sending the message while you ignore the tight feeling in your chest.

you want more than anything to be with them on friday but you can’t- your not quite ready to face them yet. especially kirishima who you’ve assumed has forgotten about your drunken conversation.

you get a couple pitying messages in the chat- your friends expressing their disappointment at the fact you won’t be there- telling you that they’ll miss you and it won’t quite be the same without you. nothing from kirishima though- you ignore the way your brain immediately picks up that he hasn’t said anything about your absence and decide it’s late enough already, you need some much deserved rest.

the following weeks go by in a blur, you work, you eat and you sleep. your life seems to be moving in a constant wheel of the same activities day after day- your colleagues are now taking notice of your unceasing interest to pick up every shift your offered, your manager even taking a moment to tell you to slow down, you don’t need the extra patrols your doing great on the rankings as it is. you ignore her though, telling her it’s not about the rankings- you just want to work as much as you possibly can so she, against her best wishes schedules you for yet another friday night patrol.

this will be the forth week in a row you’ve missed out on your friends hangouts and you can tell their starting to get increasingly stressed about your constant absence- mina phones you while your in the office to ask where you are, she’s been stood outside your apartment knocking like an idiot. it’s nearly ten pm and she lets out a groan when you tell her your still not home- promising to be back soon.

she’s not there when you arrive home an hour later, you find a message from her almost begging you to talk to her- she’s troubled by your unwillingness to spend time with her and you do your best to soothe her worries- promising to try and make it next week.

your settling down for bed when you hear a knock at your door- it’s nearly twelve at night, who the fuck is at your door so late?? you pray it isn’t mina- not believing in your ability to face her without breaking down, you head to the door anyway.

you open it quickly groaning at the light coming from the hall outside your apartment to be met with none other that eijirou kirishima standing breathless at your door.

your mouth drops quickly before you pull yourself together, you give him a questioning look before finding it in you to speak. “what are you doing here?” it’s not much but it’s all you can muster right now.

“i- “ he doesn’t continue, he looks almost as shocked to see you as you are him, despite him being the one knocking at your door close to midnight. “i had to see you.”

you raise an eyebrow at this- what the fuck is he doing here? in the middle of the night, stood outside your apartment alone.

“right… do you wanna come in?” you don’t want him to come in, infact you would have rathered if he hadn’t came at all but that’s not the situation you’ve found yourself in.

“please.” is all he replies and you look at him a little starstuck, he still sounds breathless- as if he ran here but you let him in despite your worries.

he follows you into your dimly lit apartment- you watch as his eyes dart across the room, stopping quickly at the pile of packaged food wrappers on your kitchen island as a pang of worry hits him even harder. you stay silent as you guide him to your couch and urge him to sit down next to you, taking note of your silence he begins to speak.

“so uh- how have you been recently? haven’t seen you in awhile..” his sentence trails off and you don’t even look at him when you answer with a quiet “i’ve been good.”

“i- okay look. i came here to apologise to you” you turn, looking at him now, this seems to increase his already nervousness- “i think- i think that i made you uncomfortable a couple weeks ago and i just want to apologise-”

“-it’s fine” you cut him off you begin to look away from him again now as you continue, ignoring the knot in your stomach as you realise you had been right- he had just been joking last month. “everyone says things they don’t mean when they’re drunk.” you finish off your sentence and take a quick drink of your water next to you- your mouth is dry.

“what.”

you snap your head to look at him- your eyes meeting his with an expression you didn’t expect- he’s hurt? confused? your struggling to read him but it’s clear he isn’t happy.

“what the fuck are you talking about?” he continues seeing as you don’t reply to him.

“what?” you answer back- your confused now, your talking about the same night are you not? “i’m talking about at the bar? when you made that joke about eating me out to make me feel better?” your calm. collected. surprisingly so- especially about a topic like this- you say it like it’s nothing. a stricking difference from when you last spoke and you physically ran away from the man infront of you. you’ve had alot of time to think about this situation over the past few weeks and you’ve decided it’s far easier to just ignore the way his words have you warm feeling inside for the sake of your friendship- for the the sake of group.

“i wasn’t joking.”

his eyes don’t leave yours as he replies- he looks even more broken now- “you thought- you thought i was joking?” he’s rushing his words out now, almost as if you can’t hear him.

your eyes blow wide open- your shocked as you look at him and he seems taken back-

“kiri please- i’m fine you don’t have to do this” you stand up now, you attempt to walk away but you don’t make it far as you feel a grip on your wrist as you turn away from him. your spun around quickly now face to face with the red head.

“i wasn’t joking- i wouldn’t joke about something like that-” you hear him- he sounds desperate- your eyes soften for a second as you look him in the eyes.

you take a breath. a slow one. you decide not to respond- not trusting your voice.

“i meant it. every single word.”

you’ve had enough. you’ve fought these feelings for far too long too continue to doubt yourself now. you move faster than you can think as you pull him down to your level by his neck and crash his lips onto yours-

the kiss is fast and passionate he’s pushing back into you now- wrapping his huge arms around your waist pulling you down onto the couch behind him, you rest on him straddling his waist as you push himself further into his mouth. you kiss for a minute- tongues pushing against the other feverishly before he parts from you.

“i can’t believe you thought i was joking. f-fuck when i said id do anything for it i meant it.”

you can’t help the blush that erupts from your face at his words.. your lost for a second before you answer him.

“s’not my fault, it took me by surprise- i’ve never had anyone express interest in that before..” you lean into him again, mouth hovering slightly about his- you can feel his long breaths against your lips as you pause, lips turning up into a slight smirk as you continue- “especially not like that”

he’s looking at you with half lidded eyes again, his current state reminds you of his one in the bar- you feel like an idiot, you can’t believe you didn’t see it then. he wanted you. he so clearly wanted you and you were so wrapped up in your own insecurities that you missed it.

“like what?” his voice even more breathy now- he doesn’t move closer to you but you can feel his breath growing quicker, he’s longing- wishing you’d just close the gap between you and him.

“desperately” is your answer, slow and seductive as you close the distance, pushing your mouth into his without giving him a second to think, he groans at the contact and you let your full weight fall onto his lap as you straddle him properly now- without hovering.

his hands roam the plush of your waist dipping down to your thighs, they’re bigger now that you’ve fully sat down on him and he moans as he squeezes his hands into the fat of them, pulling you closer to the buldge in his pants. you feel it at your core- he’s hung you don’t doubt it for a second as your rock yourself against him- craving some sort of pleasure as he moans into your mouth and breaks the kiss.

“p-please stop that.” he moans it out “if you keep grinding on me like that i won’t be able to do what i really want to.”

your suddenly flipped over, your lying down back against your couch as you use your arms to hoist yourself up as your eyes follow kiris figure, he kisses against the fat on your stomach avoids the material your small sleep shorts.

he ducks his finger under the band and looks up at you- hunger in his eyes. “this is what i really want… if you’ll let me.”

you nod- far too quickly as you mumble an audible yes before you can let your insecurities get the better of you again. he wastes no time pulling down the hem of your shorts- exposing the full view of your pussy to him.

he stalls for a second- just looking before he moves. the second is enough time for you have second thoughts.

they’re quickly shut down when he audibly whines “h-holy fuck baby look at you.” he’s crazy. he must be fucking crazy. “prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen- can’t believe i get to be the first to taste it.”

you don’t have time to be shocked as he dives straight into you and you immediately let out a loud moan, it’s pleasure like nothing you’ve ever felt before. he’s lapping you up like he’s starved, you don’t think you could stop him now even if you wanted too. (which you definitely don’t) he refuses to come up for a breath, he’s taking long fast licks against between your slit before he begins to suck.

that must be it. you think. when women around you talk about how pleasurable getting head is this must be the feeling they talk about. your eyes shut and involuntarily as your hand rushes to grasp the hair on his head- pulling him closer to your core.

he moans into your pussy at the pulling of his hair and you feel it. you feel him fucking moan into your pussy as he drinks you up, you can’t even comprehend how wet you are right now. you’ve never felt this good in your life.

there’s a knot in your stomach you feel getting heavier- you need to realise it- you want it more than anything.

kiri feels as though he may as well be in heaven, he looks up at you for a second and nearly cums right there. your heads thrown back- eyes shut and mouth agape, your panting, making noises that move directly towards his cock. it twitches in his pants again- pre-cum dripping as the already existing wet patch continues to grow.

he needs you- he needs to pull an orgasm from you and he needs to do it soon. your thighs are soft around him, he’s keeping a firm grip on them as he feeds on you, fuck, it’s too much for him-

your in no better position than he is, your gasping for air at this point, paying no mind to the erotic sounds leaving your mouth, all you can do is grind down onto kiris face- chasing the realise.

you find it- it comes fast and hard- you let out a loud moan of his name as you reach your high- legs attempting to clamp shut around kirishima head and he only moans in response to the plush of your lights strangling him.

he waits for a second- let’s you calm down before he manoeuvres you to sit you up straight. your eyes begin to open as you find yourself face to face with an extremely red kirishima- your slick still dripping down his face, he’s smiling at you with nothing but admiration. he picks you up effortlessly and moves you towards your bedroom, he cleans you up and places you under your covers within a few moments, he joins you in bed without changing himself and it reminds you-

“what about you?” your eager- despite your tired state. “don’t worry about me baby” he’s quiet- he sounds nothing but content.

“why not?” your extreme tiredness making you almost delirious.. but you know you want him- to finish at least.

“i kinda- i already kinda came.”

no fucking way.

this is the longest i’ve written and god did it take FOREVER (maybe a couple of hours)

@von-studios part 2 baby <3

[tsumuus]

mha boys as american high school teenage stereotypes

a/n this isn't an original idea, ik that, but this is just my take on it. also lowk just based off of ppl ik irl but also just really similar to the actual character. also these are really short n simple, my brain wasn't able to think any further

characters katsuki bakugou, shoto todoroki, izuku midoriya, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, hanta sero, tenya iida, hitoshi shinsho

masterlist

katsuki bakugou

not just saying this bc he's my fav

but quite literally the most popular person at school

like hes handsome, athletic, smart, rich, all of the above, no one could ever compare

everybody would have a crush on him (shit i would too)

or hate him

no in between

but he's still very intimidating so he doesn't have a lot of friends and has a heard time making em

not saying he's a playboy or anything

but definitely gets hella attention from girls

but he is more often than not uninterested

he would play football no doubt, run track/shot put during his off season to stay fit

not a douchebag but he totally comes off as one

shoto todoroki

he's the loser, the loner

actually jk, bc i really don't believe anyone is a loner

theres gotta be someone he talks too

hes that smart kid whos schedule is filled w ap n honors classes

and his only friends would be classmates that hes not super close w so they never talk outside of school (me lol)

hes rich rich

def plays tennis or golf, school and club

he's THE hallway crush

especially for like underclassmen

he just gives off that mysterious vibe that makes girls fall for him

not to mention he is sooooo pretty

like it's not a secret that he is attractive

but he's never had a gf or even a situationship in his life

idek

izuku midoriya

teachers pet 100% lol

not the smartest but also not dumb

like definitely top 20% of his class

i feel like he would take part in a lot of extracurriculars

he's not popular at all

but has a small group of close friends

so so sassy

like imagine arguing w him about a random subject

and you just start to piss him off

he just puts you on blast and starts embarrassing the hell out of you

making you feel hella stupid

he doesn't do it to be mean or anything

he's just a sassy lil guy idk

sassy man apocalypse!!

eijiro kirishima

social butterfly

friends with everyone

but not like a floater friend

but literally just everyones friend

like he's so genuine and is able to get along with everybody

sooo loyal

always has the best advice

definition of boyfriend material!!!

probably has had a long term gf

he takes his relationships n friendhsips so seriously

definitely plays multiple sports

idk i see him as a wrestler or even like gymnastics lol

lowk imagine him apart of the schools student council or leadership club

fully goes out for football games/friday night lights

denki kaminari

class clown fs

also lowk rlly flirty but has never had a gf or even come close

like such a ladies man

thats just part of his personality

most of his friends are girls but not in a weird way

he's the life of the party

lowk one of the only characters i can see myself having a smoke sesh w lol

big party goer

theres a house party being thrown

best believe he's there

he's not the brightest of the bunch

but he does try, its not like hes lazy

he's also so pretty

deff one of those guys w the longest eyelashes than any girl lol

lowk tennis player!denki?

also sorta see him as a swimmer/waterpolo

hanta sero

he is just so friendly

lowk a npc

but i still love him

he's so laid back and chill and has such a relaxed personality

like if you'd ever need to just have a calm night/hang out with one of your friends, he's the first person youd call

has had mulitple gfs, but def not a player

they just never seem to workout

would start a bs club with his friends so every other week they could just order a couple pizzas to school and hang out in the chill teachers class

idk i feel like hes kinda artsy

like he took art 1 his freshman year just for an easy a and schedule requirements, but he realized he was actually kinda creative

likes to doodle in class rather than pay attention now

lowk plays basketball

big car guy!!

tenya iida

THE honor student

number 1 in his class

5.0 gpa

student council persident all 4 years of high school

friend group is made up of all the other nerds who take 10+ ap classes

definitely got into multiple colleges before even applying

definitely not just saying this because of his quirk, but would lowk do track n xc

everything ive said so far i legit just his normal self😭😭😭 lemme try to get more specific

lowk imagine an iida where like outside of school he's lowk a partier

like imagine him getting blackout drunk every weekend but sobering up for school every week

and still being the best student in his grade

he's just so handsome

multiple girls have liked him but he's rejected them due to wanting to have his life set in place before thinking about romance

hitoshi shinso

he's so fucking emo just look at him

ok well not emo but just a little alternative

but yk in an american high school being a little alt means other people see you as full out gothic

so what if he's just a little quiet and brooding☹️☹️

again he's also smart

but he doesn't take all those honor classes

he wouldn't admit it but his favorite genre to watch is reality tv

best believe he was fully invested in season 6 of love island

#ppgbackontop

not an athletic guy

but was definitely forced to like play soccer or sum as a kid

works at your local comic/record store

all the emo girls that come in have a crush on him

thats all i got😫

[cei1ne]

—How the Bakusquad reacts to you in lingerie for the first time! PT.1 (AGED!UP)

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* . ｡ ✿ *Summary: The aged up MHA men see you in lingerie for the FIRST time ever

☾ ⋆*･ﾟPairing: Bakugou Katsuki ; Kirishima Eijirou ; Denki Kaminari ; Sero Hanta

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⑅୨୧⑅*Wordcount: 8k

꒷︶꒷꒥꒷A/N: Yeah this is my first time writing smut but this only like fufu ass smut like nothing too serious other than high school locker stuff but yeah enjoy it

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Bakugou Katsuki – “The Moment You Asked For This, You Sealed Your Fate.”

It’s not that Bakugou Katsuki has a problem with being caught off guard. No, he’s usually the one catching others off guard. He’s the one who keeps everyone on their toes with his temper, his sharp tongue, and his volatile nature. But there’s something about you standing in front of him, dressed in lingerie, that paralyzes him.

His eyes go wide for a brief second, then narrow as his breath catches. He stares at you as though you just hit him with an explosive blast of your own. His usual smirk falters as his gaze travels over every inch of your body, the lace hugging your curves in all the right places, the delicate fabric making your skin appear even softer under his scrutiny.

“What the hell?” he mutters under his breath, and for once, you can tell he’s genuinely stunned.

Bakugou Katsuki, the hard-ass hero, the guy who’s never caught off guard, is now standing there in shock. His voice is hoarse as he speaks again. “Damn it, Y/N. What the hell are you trying to do to me?”

You take a step closer to him, unable to help the playful smirk curling at the corners of your lips. “What? Don’t like it?”

He takes an instinctive step back, his fists clenching, his mouth a tight line. “Like it?” He scoffs. “You’re fuckin’ with me, aren’t you?”

The tension in the air is electric, crackling between you two. He’s always been the type of guy who likes control, who’s used to having everything in the palm of his hand. But with you standing there, looking so fucking perfect, all his self-control is slowly slipping through his fingers.

You could almost laugh at the sight of his discomfort, but you know what you’re doing. You’ve been planning this moment, knowing full well that the shock factor would break his usual barriers.

His eyes are burning now—red hot—as he takes a step toward you, voice turning low, needy. “You think this is some joke? You think you can wear this and make me just lose my mind?”

You know he’s always had a thing for you. He’s never been subtle about it, but you also know the kind of guy Bakugou is—he’s the type to make everything intense and passionate, even when it’s about something like this. You can feel the heat radiating off of him, the way he’s trying to keep his composure, but it’s becoming more and more obvious that he can’t.

“Maybe I want you to lose control, Katsuki,” you tease, taking a bold step forward. You know how to handle him now, how to get under his skin. He might be the explosive one in most situations, but when it comes to you, it’s a whole different story.

Bakugou smirks slightly before frowning again slightly�� no, not frowning, but scowling. He wasn’t mad. Just a little disappointed. Because he didn’t get to fucking see this masterpiece on you before. Damn it, he’s gonna buy you twenty different cookies of them.

He pulls away for a moment, his breath ragged as he looks down at you, eyes filled with frustration. “You really think you’re gonna make it easy on me, huh? You don’t know what the hell you’re doing, do you?”

You chuckle softly, your fingers lightly tracing the line of his jaw. “You act like I don’t know exactly what I’m doing.”

He stares at you for a long, tense moment, his chest rising and falling with every labored breath. “Yeah?” His voice is dark now, horny. “Then you know that the second you put that on… there’s no going back.”

And with that, he moves—fast. In one fluid motion, he spins you around, pushing you up against the nearest wall. His hands slide down your body, the roughness of his touch contrasting with the softness of the fabric you’re wearing. His lips find your neck, and he begins to trail hot, breathy kisses down the sensitive skin, his teeth grazing against you just enough to leave a mark.

“You’ve had your fun, but now it’s my turn,” he says against your skin.

His hands are everywhere, groping every part. He would be lying if he said this wasn’t all he ever dreamed off.

He unties your bra urgently and his hands quickly move to busy themselves.

His lips leave your neck to devour your mouth once again, this time with more frenzy, more desperation. You can feel the heat building between you, the way his body presses into yours, his hard muscles aligning with your softer curves. He pushes you harder into the wall, and you moan softly at the intensity of it all. His hands are already at your waist, undoing the clasp of your lingerie with a speed that leaves you breathless.

“Fucking hell, Y/N, you have no idea what you do to me.” His voice is low, guttural, and it sends a shock of electricity straight down your spine.

Before you can respond, your panties are off and then you went to heaven.

Kirishima Eijiro – “When You Show Him a Side of You He’s Never Seen Before.”

Kirishima was always the type to wear his heart on his sleeve. His enthusiasm and exuberant energy were infectious, and it was hard not to love the guy. He prided himself on being a “manly man,” always ready to protect, to stand strong, and to be the rock in any situation. But tonight, things felt different.

When you had suggested a quiet night at home after a long week of training, Kirishima was all for it. He loved spending time with you, even if it meant winding down in the calm of the evening. But the moment he walked through the door and caught sight of you, dressed in the delicate lace lingerie you’d been hiding, everything changed.

At first, he stood in the doorway, frozen, blinking rapidly as if trying to figure out if what he was seeing was real. His gaze scanned your figure, the way the fabric hugged your curves and made your skin glow. His breath caught in his throat.

“Y/N… wh-what the heck?!” His voice was hoarse, almost sounding like he’d forgotten how to speak. His body seemed to lock in place, his muscles tightening in shock, as he stared at you with wide, almost disbelieving eyes.

You stood in front of him, feeling a rush of confidence despite his stunned reaction. “Do you like it?” you asked innocently, but the playful glint in your eyes made it clear you were trying to make him flustered.

Kirishima’s eyes flickered down to the floor for a moment, his usually carefree demeanor replaced with something much more… serious. The red flush on his cheeks was a dead giveaway—he wasn’t used to being caught off guard like this.

“Like it?” He let out a breathless laugh, scratching the back of his head in a nervous gesture. “I… I don’t even know what to say. You look… stunning.” His voice trembled slightly at the last word.

You took a step closer to him, and he took an involuntary step back, as if unsure whether he should touch you or not. Kirishima was the type to be respectful and honorable. He would never rush you, always being considerate of your comfort. But at this moment, he was clearly struggling to hold onto that composure. His body language was a dead giveaway—his broad shoulders were tense, and his hands were clenching and unclenching at his sides.

“C’mon, Eijiro,” you teased, stepping even closer. “You’re not scared of me, are you?”

That was the final straw. His hands shot out to grab your waist, pulling you toward him with surprising gentleness but also an underlying urgency. His lips immediately found yours, hot and hungry, as though he had been starved for you. The kiss wasn’t desperate, but it was intense, as if every moment of hesitation he’d had before this had been erased in the span of seconds.

When he pulled away, he let out a soft chuckle, still holding you close. “You really know how to get me all flustered, huh?” He pressed his forehead against yours, laughing lightly. “But, damn it, I’m not just gonna stand here like an idiot. You sure you’re ready for this?”

You felt your heart race at his words, knowing that Kirishima had always been the type of guy to want to make sure both of you were comfortable and ready before anything went further. But at the same time, his body language said everything—it was clear that he wanted you. Badly.

“I think I’m ready,” you whispered, “but are you?”

Oh he was more than ready.

His face flushed a deeper red, and his fingers curled into the fabric of your lingerie, gently pushing it aside. “Hell yeah.”

His lips found your neck next, and soft, gentle kisses quickly became something much more heated as his hands explored your body, tracing the lines of your curves with tender touches. Kirishima’s touch was never rough—it was always considerate and full of affection, but tonight, he was breaking through that barrier. His hands moved from your waist to your thighs, pulling you against him more firmly.

You let out a soft moan when his lips traveled lower, the fire of his kisses leaving trails of warmth on your skin. “Kirishima…” you breathed, your fingers threading through his spiky hair as you pulled him closer. The way his body pressed into yours, the heat radiating from him, made you feel like you were melting against him.

His kisses were passionate now, not just out of desire but out of the raw emotion he felt for you. His hands were everywhere—tender, but with the kind of determination that told you he wasn’t going to hold back anymore. As he moved, you could feel him slowly losing himself in the moment, his kisses becoming more intense and possessive, as though he needed to prove to both of you that you belonged together like this.

“I’ve got you, Y/N,” he murmured against your skin, his voice thick with emotion. “I won’t let you go. Not now.”

And with that, the man who had always been the rock in your life, the one who could hold it all together, was now the one giving himself over to you completely. The moment felt like timeless bliss, the world outside fading as Kirishima’s love and affection wrapped around you in the most tender of ways.

Denki Kaminari – “When His Jokes Take a Different Turn.”

Denki Kaminari was known for being the goofball. His carefree attitude and quick-witted humor had earned him the title of the goofy one in the group. But underneath that playful, energetic exterior, there was something deeper that he only let a few people see. With you, Denki felt like he could let go of his usual antics and embrace the more vulnerable side of himself—the side that wanted to take care of you, protect you, and make you feel loved.

Tonight, however, things were different. He had been teasing you all day, cracking jokes and making everyone laugh, but now, standing in front of you with your body adorned in nothing but lingerie, Denki was struggling to find his usual charm.

As soon as he stepped through the door, you stood there, your figure illuminated by the soft light from the lamp, the delicate lace hugging your curves in the most alluring way. You could see the shock in his eyes, the way his body stiffened before he even spoke. His lips parted in an almost comical fashion as he tried to form words.

“Y/N… Wh-what the heck are you wearing?” His voice cracked slightly, his usual confidence replaced with a mix of awe and confusion. The sight of you in that lingerie was so unexpected, it nearly knocked the wind out of him.

You stood there, an innocent smile tugging at your lips, clearly amused by his reaction. “You like it?” you asked, letting your voice carry a playful edge.

Denki’s face turned a deep shade of red as he tried to process the situation. His eyes flickered down to the floor for a moment, clearly struggling to hold onto his usual flirtatious banter. “Like it?” he repeated, his voice cracking again. “I don’t even… I can’t even think straight right now. You—damn, Y/N—you look… amazing.”

His breath hitched as he nervously ran a hand through his messy hair. The typical goofball in him was completely overtaken by the intensity of the moment. He looked like he was caught between being his usual teasing self and desperately wanting to take control of the situation. His usual banter and teasing tone were completely gone now, replaced with the kind of raw admiration that made your heart race.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his flustered state, stepping forward to close the gap between the two of you. “Well, Kaminari,” you purred, “I was hoping I could surprise you. I thought you’d like the view.”

Denki’s eyes widened, his entire body seemingly frozen. He stared at you for a long moment, his pupils dilated, as if trying to drink you in. Slowly, almost as if he were still unsure whether this was real or some kind of fever dream, he took a step toward you, then another, until he was standing right in front of you.

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” His voice was rough now, his usual playful tone laced with a deep, breathy desire. “I swear, Y/N, I didn’t expect this. I mean, yeah, you’re gorgeous, but this… this is next level.” He hesitated for a split second, clearly battling his nerves. Then, with a deep, drawn-out sigh, he reached out to gently touch your waist, as if he were afraid that if he touched you too quickly, you might disappear.

You laughed softly, the sound soft and intimate as you leaned into him. “You’ve got to relax, Denki,” you said, your voice a little more serious now, with a hint of teasing. “You’re making me feel like I’m the one who’s not ready for this.”

His hands froze for a moment, then tightened around you, pulling you toward him gently. His lips hovered near your ear, his breath warm against your skin. “No, no, I’m more than ready for this.” His words were low and hushed, sending a shiver down your spine. “It’s just that… you’re seriously blowing my mind right now, Y/N.”

He gave a short laugh, but the sound was edged with nervousness, as though he was trying to regain some control over the situation. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other before leaning in to kiss you, his lips brushing yours tentatively at first, almost like he was testing the waters.

As the kiss deepened, Denki’s hands moved slowly, gently exploring your body, running over your curves as if memorizing every inch of you. The moment his fingers brushed the soft lace of your lingerie, he groaned softly, breaking the kiss for a moment to look down at you with wide eyes.

“God, Y/N, you’re so perfect,” he muttered, voice thick with desire. His hands moved down your body, his fingertips grazing over your skin, sending electric shivers through your body. His touch was light, almost reverent, like he was unsure whether to go further or hold back.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him back into the kiss. Denki responded eagerly, the playful teasing now gone as his lips moved with passion. His hands roamed over your body more urgently now, and you could feel the heat building between you both.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this to me,” Denki breathed against your lips, his voice still a little shaky, but filled with desire. “I always thought I’d be the one making you flustered, but right now, you’ve got me totally messed up.”

The more he spoke, the more confident his movements became. He moved down to your neck, kissing and nibbling the soft skin, his hands slipping underneath the fabric of your lingerie. Every touch felt like electricity, as though his own energy was transferring into your skin with every caress.

He found that sensitive spot on your neck, the one he knew would make you gasp, and nipped at it gently. The reaction was immediate. You let out a soft moan, and Denki grinned against your skin, his hands sliding down to your thighs, lifting you effortlessly into his arms.

“Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable,” he whispered, voice low and heavy with desire. His hands tightened around you, and his lips found yours again in a deep, passionate kiss as he carried you to the bedroom. The moment he laid you down on the bed, he paused, staring down at you with a mixture of awe and hunger.

“Damn, Y/N, I swear, every time I think I know you, you surprise me. But this… this is something else.”

Sero Hanta – “When His Playful Side Turns Into Something More.”

Sero Hanta had always been the easy-going, funny guy in the group. His lighthearted humor and goofy grin made him the kind of person people could rely on for a good laugh or to break the ice. But behind his playful demeanor, there was a side of him that you knew well: the side that cared deeply, the side that was protective and serious when needed, and the side that, tonight, was on full display.

You had been spending more time together lately, and his natural flirtations and jokes had always made you smile. However, tonight, things were a little different. It wasn’t the usual “goofy” Sero, cracking jokes or pulling pranks. No, tonight, you were going to make him melt.

You’d prepared for this moment—just a little surprise for him. When he’d invited you over, you decided to take things up a notch. He was always so confident, but you had a feeling he’d never expect this. You had picked out a new piece of lingerie that you felt incredibly confident in, but more importantly, you knew it would make Sero’s head spin. As you stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the delicate lace and fabric, your heart raced. You knew it wasn’t just the surprise; it was the trust and intimacy you shared with him that made this moment feel electric.

The moment Sero stepped through the door, you could see it in his eyes: the instant recognition of something being out of the ordinary. His gaze flickered to you, widening as his lips parted in an almost comical fashion. For a split second, he didn’t say anything. He just stood there, looking you up and down like he couldn’t believe his eyes.

His voice was a little breathless when he finally spoke. “Y/N, you—are you trying to kill me?” His hands instinctively went to his hair, messing it up as he stared at you in shock. You could see his chest rise and fall slightly quicker than usual as he took in the sight of you, clearly overwhelmed.

You let a slow smile form on your lips, a playful glint in your eyes as you approached him. “Do you like it, Sero?” you teased, tilting your head slightly as you reached out to gently trace his jawline with your fingertips.

Sero let out a deep exhale, almost like he was trying to steady himself. “Like it? Y/N, I—” His voice cracked for a moment before he cleared his throat. “I don’t even know where to begin with this. You look… unreal.”

He stepped closer to you now, his eyes full of awe and desire. There was no mistaking it—the flirtatious Sero was gone, replaced by a side of him that wanted to be serious and close. The moment his hands brushed over your hips, you could feel his fingers tremble slightly, as though he was trying to gain control of his emotions and desires. His touch was soft, tender even, as though he were handling something precious.

“You’ve got me at a loss for words, Y/N,” Sero murmured, his voice low and hoarse. He placed a hand gently on your waist, as if grounding himself. His thumb traced circles over your skin as his gaze traveled from your face to the lingerie hugging your body so perfectly. “This isn’t what I expected when I walked in here.”

You took a step closer, the proximity between you growing as you could feel the heat building in the room. “What did you expect?” you asked with a teasing smile, moving your body closer to his.

Sero’s eyes darkened, and he laughed—a quiet, almost nervous laugh. “Honestly? I don’t even know anymore. But, damn, this is more than I could have ever imagined.”

The sound of his voice, thick with desire, made you shiver slightly. You could feel his hands on your hips tighten, and for a moment, everything else in the room faded away. It was just the two of you, drawn together by the undeniable chemistry.

“You look so good, Y/N. I didn’t know it was possible for you to look even more beautiful, but you just… wow.” His fingers trailed up your back slowly, pulling you closer. You could feel the heat of his body press against yours as he kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment as if he were savoring the moment.

“You’re making me lose it here,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

You pulled back just a little to look at him, catching his gaze. There was a mix of desire, affection, and something deeper in his eyes—something you had been hoping to see for a long time.

“Is that such a bad thing?” you asked, your voice soft, but full of intent.

Sero swallowed hard. “No. It’s not bad at all. It’s just… it’s overwhelming.”

His lips met yours in a kiss that was slow at first, gentle even, as though he wanted to make sure you were comfortable. But as your hands moved up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, the kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and passionate. Sero’s hands roamed over your body, his touch hungry and desperate as he explored the soft curves of your figure, his fingertips tracing every inch of you.

“God, Y/N, you’re going to make me lose my mind,” he muttered between kisses. His voice was rough now, the teasing tone completely gone. In its place was a raw, hungry desire that made your pulse quicken.

His lips traveled from your mouth to your neck, kissing and nibbling along the sensitive skin there. You let out a soft moan, and the sound drove him wild. His hands were everywhere now, hips, your thighs and pulling you against him as his lips continued their path down your body, leaving a trail of hot kisses that made your skin tingle.

“You’re so perfect,” Sero breathed, his words filled with awe as his hands moved beneath the lace of your lingerie, brushing against your skin. His fingers moved slowly, savoring every touch, every inch of you. “I’m so lucky to be here with you, Y/N.”

You responded by wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him back into another heated kiss, your body pressing fully against his. The way he kissed you was all-consuming—gentle at times, but with a growing intensity that left you breathless. His hands found their way to your waist, lifting you effortlessly and placing you down gently on the bed.

He hovered over you, his body just inches from yours, his breath heavy as he looked at you with an expression that was both tender and possessive. “You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

His words sent a thrill through you, and you reached up to pull him closer, your hands sliding down his chest. He groaned softly as you ran your hands over the fabric of his shirt, pulling it off with ease. There was no hesitation now—only the overwhelming need to be close, to feel each other fully

The moment your skin made contact, Sero let out a low growl of satisfaction. “Y/N, you have no idea how bad I’ve wanted this.”

His hands moved to your lingerie again, this time pulling it off carefully, savoring the way your body reacted to every touch. His lips followed his hands, kissing every inch of skin that was revealed to him, leaving a trail of love bites and gentle kisses along your collarbone and shoulders.

“I’m not letting you go,” he whispered against your skin, and in that moment, you knew—he wasn’t going anywhere.

Part 2?

[mindless-existence1]

Subby boys who are forced to dry hump your thigh when you don't give them anything else.

It hurt. It fucking hurts but his hips don't stop rutting down wards. The bulges in their thin boxers rubbing up and down your plush thighs in a desperate attempt to get pleasure.

You were busy, or just being mean for a punishment. No hands on him except an occasional firm grip on his thigh grinding him down harder.

The embarrassment was just as bad. You fully clothed, looking at him with a michevous going in your eyes. And him, rutting against your thigh like he's in heat, naked except his boxers.

He tried hiding his desperate moans at first but now he has no filter, letting them fall from his lips freely. His high pitched whine of pleasure filling the room.

It hurt but that doesn't stop the wet spot forming in his boxers. You know exactly when he comes, his hips stutter and thighs shake, he can't stop the pornagraphic moan he let's out at the feeling.

The cum that seeps through the thin material of his underwear lands on your pants. Guess he'll just have to make it up to you some how.

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Mha: Izuku, Denki, Sero, and Todoroki

Jjk: Gojo, Yuji, Megum, Yuta, and Choso

Other: Peter Parker, Sonic, Leo (rottmnt)

[luverine]

Rut ᗢ

NSFW // MDNI

He’s so desperate for you he can't help himself. He stole a pair of your underwear from the laundry basket.

Gods you smell amazing he’s drooling, shoving it in his face trying to get every bit of your essence.

He’s moaning his face in a pillow humping into his hand, back arched.

His tail joltied with each thrust. His teeth bite into the drool covered pillow tearing it to sheds.

Fuck he needs to shove his knot inside of you making you his and only his.

He needs to fill your wet hole now!

He screams out whining as he comes, his knot having nowhere to go. He lets out small cries as he calms down from the high.

He frowns, your underwear is torn to pieces and he needs more.

ᗢ LEON, SHIGARAKI, Dabi, MIDORIYA, SERO, DENKI, SHOTO, Bakugou, Armin, Eren, REINER, ITADORI, Gojo ᗢ

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[gamblersdoll]

Heyy queenn 😚😚 I was wondering if you can do katsuki bakugo that talked so much shi abt how he was gonna beat our coochies up but then ends up moaning just as much or louder then us😭. Much love😚💕

shit talker katsuki, vocal too. ;> and imagine katsuki with a slight southern accent. spit

“you wouldnt last three seconds with me, sweetheart. “ hes bold, very bold. his pride made his ego swell, knowing his attraction to you and everything inside, “ youd be begging for me to slow down.”

“you sound so confident,” you chuckle, scrolling on your phone to hear his rambling. sure, youve seen his print.. and it aint no joke. his junk was a good size.. not long, but thick as hell. the perfect combo, the breeder cock. “you never get put in your place, huh?”

“my place? nah,” he chortles, a hand reaching down and shaking his cock through his jeans.. he looked good in the blue jeans. thick thighs just threatened to bust them.. shit. “ not you, or anyone in that fact— has ever fucked me in a place.”

“we’ll def’ see, katsuki.” you mumble, chewing on your lip and side eyeing him. he was inchin’ closer and closer, knowing he was into you, heavily. “you act so high and mighty.”

“and you act like i wont fuck you dumb, baby.”

easier said than done,

once he was finally able to slip himself inside you— he was goo. your slick was more of lube than anything, you know, the kind that make you reeallyy slick.. enough for his cock to always slip out when you rode his dick. you were draining him, his face flushed, blush on his cheeks and ears, he needed to be reminded how tight a woman can be. “what’s the matter, kats? look like youve seen a ghost..” you smirk down, watching him crumble beneath your fingers.

and one thing about it, he was so much louder than you. his ‘oh fucks’ to his ‘awe, shits’ louder than when you moaned his name. his eyes focus hard on his cock disappearing inside of you, fist clenched and unclenched. “b— baaabbyy..” he whined, his eyes crossing when you grind your cervix against his cock.

hes wanted this for so long.. needed you then and there when he saw you sway your hips with sero and mina to whatever spanish song sero listened to. he didnt remember the name, only knowing when he finally danced with you, it looked possessive.. like he had already claimed you.

“baby, please,” he whimpered, squeezing your tits until he looked back up to you. “i beggin’ you..”

“mm? beggin’ fer what?”

“let me come inside.. please.” he scoffed afterwards, his face turning embarrassed and he whimpered as you slowed down for a moment. “no, no no.. please dont stop—“

“gotta make memories, you know?” you giggle sly, pulling your phone out to press record. you aim to have both of you in the photo, having the device witness your.. tango. “you said what, katsuki? you begging to nut in me?”

he growls, but feels your fingers squeeze his balls. “fuck— yes..” he whimpers in defeat, sulking against the couch and having his throat whine when you speed up. “please let me come in you.. fuck youre my bottom— h’ohhhh fuuuuck!” you fondle his balls, parting his lips next and letting a glob of spit into his mouth.

[lady-ashfade]

Different Hybrids S/O: Pt.1.

´*: ･ﾟ⋆˒ Izuku Midoriya, Tenya Iida, Katsuki Bakugo, Mina Ashido, Hanta Sero

Warnings: spelling errors, it’s 9am and I haven’t gotten any sleep, hybrid au, fluffy, hcs, Adhd, blind reader, other stuff but it’s all good!! Everything is just for the hybrid type.

͙͘͡★ theses are just some silly ideas for hybrids, and I will be doing character with other types!

★ Izuku who has a bunny s/o, and someone who is constantly bouncing off the walls. You have your calm moments but only after almost breaking everything in the apartment. Izuku chasing you around as you run through the rooms, looking and picking up everything that catching a your attention. One time, you ran out your shared home and down the halls….Izuku wasn’t too happy about having to catching you and drag you back — But you were passed out in his arms before you could even get his lecture.

★ Tenya with a bat!hybrid s/o, who doesn’t really have eyesight. His partner is quite mostly, not really one to speak but only in battles because of their high pitched voice. A clingy thing who flocks to him, staying by him in most public settings but also enjoys their alone time. Who is always in the dark, and Tenya often finds them hanging from the ceiling to take naps. S/O is always watching things turn to chaos around them but just chills, and a Tenya who screams to try and calm everything down. Tenya is the only one allowed to touch their wings. Plus, dried fruit chips are always on him just for you.

★ Mina who has a Lion!Hybrid S/o who matches her personality so well. That hybrid has pride, and confidents. Mina shows them off so much, she dresses them up with outfits that show off their mane. Reader is constantly getting their nails done, clipped and shaped….Mina is the only one safe from danger. The reader has hissed and growled at old nail techs, but now only whines and groans in pain with Mina, who tells them to stop being a baby. Mina however knows how the reader walks around her, constantly showing off even tho she’s their girlfriend. Showing off just to keep her. And…Mina loves it so much when reader lowly growls when someone approaches her, jealous but protective.

★ Katsuki who has a Cat!Hybird s/o. They are constantly hitting heads, but they so also so sweet and fluffy behind closed doors. Reader hisses at their boyfriend, and he does it back, a lot of people watch for about ten minutes before reader is standing weird before pouncing on their boyfriend and then they fight…In a non violent way but there are bites showing on kats arms later, ripped shirt by their claws and constantly rolling around while wrestling. Kats who finds it comforting when they purr when they sleep. The way he can feel the vibrations, makes him feel loved that they can relax in his presence. Kats who loves that your ears twitch with sounds, and when your tail waves….Kats is constantly grinning when your tail gives away your mischievous plans.

★ Sero who has a Koala!Hybird s/o. Sero is Hyper, or he can be calm and yet his lover is fine with either. We all know he loves hammocks, for his s/o matches him so well. They like to sleep or nap in trees, but he makes them sleep indoors. Sero only finds the best leaves for you to eat and knows the ones you hate, never thought koalas were picky with their plants until he met you. You do love his friends, well they are yours too, you just go off in a separate room to read or nap. They are all fine with it. Since you have extra padding and hands to help climb, he is always showing off the clips of you saving cats from trees and such. Tho you aren’t a big pro! You are still a hero, his favorite hero. And you better believe he loves having you as his backpack while he cleans around your home as you’re passed out on his shoulder.

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key: ✱- angst, ☼ - fluff, ⍢- humor, ❦- smut/suggestive, ✓- complete, ✎- on going, ✘- discontinued, ♚- toke's favorite, ☍- requested

🔪 𝙱𝙰𝙺𝚄𝙶𝙾𝚄 𝙺𝙰𝚃𝚂𝚄𝙺𝙸

all bark, all bite | texts | ⍢ ✓

there are only three people bakugou answers his texts for: his mother, kirishima, and you.

unsaid | texts/one shot | ✱ ✓ ♚

jealousy is a disease and bakugou katsuki is riddled with it.

and they were roommates | texts | ☼ ⍢ ✓

texts with your roommate bakugou katsuki

the fallen | one shot | ✱ ✓ ♚

amid the chaos of war, your unspoken bond with Dynamight has always been enough— until the moment you see him fall

tensions | texts | ⍢ ☼ ✓ ♚

texts between you and your brother’s best friend, bakugou

🔪 𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙾 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙰

down boy | texts | ⍢ ☼ ✓ ♚

sero hanta is absolutely obsessed with you.

solstice | one shot | ☼ ✓☍ ♚

badly injured and bleeding out, sero hanta becomes your solstice

a day out | texts | ⍢ ☼ ☍ ✓

your flirty friendship with sero takes an unexpected turn when all your friends "cancel" on your movie night.

extra credit | texts | ❦ ✓ ���

you’re the top of your class, but all sero can think about is you on top of him

operation: push | texts | ☼ ✱ ✓ ☍

meeting sero’s friends for first time goes horribly wrong when you start taking a liking to denki

🔪 𝙸𝚉𝚄𝙺𝚄 𝙼𝙸𝙳𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚈𝙰

us? perchance? | texts | ☼ ✓☍

when it comes to izuku midoriya, you just can’t help yourself

never have i ever | texts | ❦ ✓☍

during a game of never have i ever, things get a little intense between you and izuku midoriya

talk too much | one shot | ☼ ✓ ♚

izuku midoriya talks way too much but you shut him up in the best way you know how.

dear dairy | texts | ☼ ✓☍

every time you’re done training together, izuku jots down notes in his book. one day your curiosity finally gets the best of you.

🔪 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙾𝙳𝙾𝚁𝙾𝙺𝙸

sassy men I | sassy men II | texts | ☼ ⍢ ✓

random texts with your classmate shoto todoroki.

🔪 𝚃𝙾𝚄𝚈𝙰 𝚃𝙾𝙳𝙾𝚁𝙾𝙺𝙸

all this time | one shot | ☼ ✓ ♚

meeting touya at a party years after high school was purely chance, but everything that followed afterwards seemed like fate

🔪 𝙺𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙰𝚁𝙸 𝙳𝙴𝙽𝙺𝙸

flirt | texts | ⍢ ✓

random texts between you and your kinda fuck boy kinda friend, denki kaminari

🔪 𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙾 𝙷𝙸𝚃𝙾𝚂𝙷𝙸

falling | texts | ☼ ❦ ☍ ✓

when shinso realizes he's falling for you, his friends with benfits.

🔪 𝙼𝚄𝙻𝚃𝙸𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂

under the influence | texts | ☼ ⍢ ✓

↳ shinso, bakugou, izuku

when one too may drinks leads to a (drunk) confession or two.

define the relationship | texts | ☼ ⍢ ✓

↳ shinso, bakugou, shoto

define the realationship II | texts | ☼ ⍢ ✓

↳ sero, kirishima, izuku

define the relationship (also known as DTR) refers to a conversation in which one determines the nature of their relationship they shares with someone; romantic or otherwise.

liquid courage | texts | ⍢ ☼ ☍ ✓

↳ bakugou, shinso, midoriya

when one too many drinks leads to your drunk confession

new look | texts | ☼ ❦ ⍢ ✓

↳ shinso, bakugou

when they show you a new piercing and it has you feeling all sorts of ways

the break up | texts | ☼ ✓

↳ sero, bakugou, shinso

after the sudden end of your long term relationship you find yourself at a party and he’s the only one to notice something is wrong.

creepy babies | texts | ⍢ ☍ ✓

↳ shinso, bakugou, izuku

they don’t really like going into your dorm and you can’t seem to figure out why

send me your location | texts | ☼ ⍢ ☍ ✓

↳ bakugou, shoto, kaminari, shinso

when you randomly sending them your location

oath | texts | ☼ ⍢ ✓

texts with your childhood friends midoriya and bakugou