Hey Fren! Could You Pretty Please Do A Bakugou X Fem!reader Scenerio Where Reader Has An Overprotective

hey fren! could you pretty please do a bakugou x fem!reader scenerio where reader has an overprotective ass dad and he sees bakugou with his hand on her ass? if you wanna you headcannons thats aight too lmao

ofc!

ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ ᴠs. ᴅᴀᴅ

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ

ᴀᴜ: ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ᴍʜᴀ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ: ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

“Cookout? What cookout?” He said in a relaxed position on y’all’s bed, spread eagle.

You put your bonnet on before slapping his feet off of your side, getting in the bed yourself.

“My parents are hosting the cookout this year. We’re having it at their place at 3 tomorrow.” You turned off the lamp sitting on your nightstand, but his stayed on.

“What’s a cookout . . . ?”

You nearly forgot. He’s never been to a cookout. This was the first one he was going to since y’all only been together for 9 months.

“It’s like a barbecue and a family reunion.”

He hummed in response, turning off his lamp. “What time we getting back home?”

“‘Round . . . 2 in the morning? Maybe later? I don’t really know. But it’s around that time.”

“Doesn’t it start at 3?!”

Tf she mean “around that time”? Bakugou thought.

“Yeah.”

“So just f-ck sleep, right?”

“Exactly.” You turned to him. “Don’t worry, we ain’t leaving the house till 4.”

“Ain’t you just said it starts at 3?”

“We not getting there at 3. I refuse to be ‘part of the set up crew.”

Bakugou chuckled, kissing you before you both fell asleep

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(Damn them sh-ts big as hell on here)

“Remember: yes ma’am and sir/no ma’am and sir, if you hear cousins and aunts talking, they ain’t finna actually do something, they just talk, um, what am I missing . . . ? Oh yeah—! Don’t provoke the itty bitty cousins.”

You were internally cursing yourself right now. You should’ve got dates and times before last night, so you could properly train him, instead of what your doing right now. Cramming.

Bakugou just nodded, looking through y’all’s closet for something nice to wear.

“Can you surprise me with an outfit?” You asked as you were doing your make up.

Like hell you were gonna let your cousins look better than you.

He pulled out a dress that barely covered anything, walking up behind you to slap your ass.

He’s an ass man.

“What you doing makeup for?” He looked in the mirror, seeing you focused.

“I ain’t letting my cousins and aunties look better than me. Got me f-cked all the way up— what’d you get me?” You looked behind you to see the dress he picked out.

Of course he’d pick that dress. He always picks that dress when you ask him to surprise you.

“Dumbass. They couldn’t look half as good as you if they tried.” He grabbed your ass, pulling you in to kiss him.

“Stop! I’m tryna do this!” You said, laughing while saying so.

He chuckled, laying the dress out on the bed before he decided to get dress himself.

“The hell this nappy ass wig doing on my dresser—“

“DON’T DO NOTHING TO IT, I’M FINNA WEAR IT!”

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You were sitting in the car, putting final touches on yourself before getting out.

Knocking on the door, one of your grandmas answered.

“Hey, baby!” She said in a course voice, slowly chugging her way to hug you, rocking you back and forth. “Look at you wearing grown folk clothes.”

“Hey grandma.” You chuckled, letting go. “This my boyfriend, Katsuki.”

“Ohh, you look like one of those pro-heroes. All Mights?”

The blonde hair reminded her of him.

He smiled. “Thank you, ma’am. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice meeting you, too. Well— well, come in. Your mama’s out back, baby.” She said to you before letting you both out.

Out there were your parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, some family friends. Everything like you expected.

You introduced Bakugou to everyone one by one. They kept saying how he was that one pro hero in the top 3 of Japan. Especially the itty bitty children who wanted to be a hero too.

They were 🤏🏾 this close to stealing him away from you.

He looked like he was enjoying himself, thankfully.

Well, at least trying to be before you and your favorite cousin reunited.

“AAAAAH! MISS GURL!”

“AAAAAAH!”

Y’all were screaming y’all heads off, laughing loud as hell, talking loud as hell.

“So you think you grown now that you got a pro-hero boyfriend, huh?”

Playing loud as hell.

Y’all were just loud in general.

You heard faint talking about how you were dressed when your cousin was tryna show you something.

Really think she doing something, huh?

Wearing that tiny thing to impress her friend.

It ain’t working.

Thank god your cousin was here, cause she heard the petty aunts and cousins talking, too.

She reassured you, like every year, that you looked perfectly fine. They mad cause they wanna be you. It was painfully clear.

They talked about you every cookout, even if you weren’t in seeing or hearing radius. You lived in their head rent free.

How’s it feel? 😏

Anyways, your dad and uncles were talking to Bakugou about grilling, even letting him flip a patty or two.

Must really like him if he let him flip a patty.

Your cousin went to the bathroom, so you walked over to Bakugou, seeing how he was doing.

“Hey, babe.”

“Hey.” He put an arm around your waist, setting his hand on your ass.

“To be honest, I don’t really like it medium well, I prefer my steak to be well, y’know? I like the sort of, charred taste, if you know—“ Your dad was talking before the sight of Bakugou’s hand on your ass cut him off. “What’re you doing there, son.”

Son would’ve been a compliment, if he hadn’t said it in the tone of voice he was using right now.

“What . . Nothing? What are you talking about old man?!”

Holy f-ck. Your boyfriend really didn’t wanna see tomorrow.

“Move your hand.”

You groaned. “We just gonna forget that I’m a whole adult?”

“Like how we forgot that little ass dress you’re wearing? Sure, if you want.” Your dad slapped Bakugou’s forearm with the hot spatula. “Hands off her.”

“He’s my whole boyfriend—“

“And this is my whole house.”

Your mom was watching from afar and sighed, finally making her way over.

“Katsuki, baby, you and U/n (uncle name) can keep cooking. I need to just talk to Y/n’s dad for a second.” She pulled him away.

You sighed in annoyance, holding Katsuki’s hand. “I’m sorry, babe.”

“Tch, it’s whatever. Sorry, U/n, I need to use the restroom.” He gave the tongs to your uncle before going to the restroom.

“Cool man, all good.” The uncle took it and started picking the ready to go meats off, putting them in a glass tray.

Your cousin walked past, looking at you both in confusion. “What happened?”

“I’ll tell you on FaceTime when I get home.” You sighed.

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“Damn,” Bakugou said to himself, devoring the food. “This is really good, Ms. L/n.”

“Glad you like it, baby.” Your mom smiled as your grandma nodded, gesturing a ‘thank you’.

“Eating like you ain’t had a good meal in months. Baby, what you feeding him?” Your grandma joked.

“Katsuki.” Your dad said abruptly, scaring everyone a little. “Thank you for caring for my daughter. And keep your raggedy hands off her.” The last sentence, it was clear he was joking cause he was smiling.

Bakugou smiled too, which made you relieved. “Yes sir.”

“Katsuki!” Some kids from their own little dinner table came over to your boyfriend. “Can we see your quirk?”

“He’s tryna eat—“ you tried reasoning but he was okay with it.

He showed off a tiny explosion from his hand.

Their little eyes lit up, telling him all about how they wanted to be a hero, too.

Surprisingly, he was good with them. Better than when y’all were in high school.

The rest of the time being, y’all had fun. Dancing, just talking, more eating cause let’s be honest, we know Bakugou couldn’t let that food go.

ɪғ ᴛʜɪs sᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ʀᴜsʜᴇᴅ, ɪ’ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ

ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ɪᴛ!

so cute🥺❤️

Shigaraki Family (Shigaraki x Reader) this is set after the war arc:) (shigaraki x pregnant reader)

It started early in the morning - a tight clenching of your muscles - the skin around your swollen stomach tightening and constricting as a contraction ran through your body causing you to shiver. The base was quiet, everyone was asleep, save for you, whose body was currently preparing to birth a child. 

    Tomura was behind you, his arm thrown over your hip as his hand rested on the swell of your belly, his breath was shallow and deep, signaling to you that he was asleep. He’d been working so hard lately with the league, you didn’t want to wake him, trying to let him rest as long as he could before you would eventually need his help with the labor of your child. 

    You inhaled as deeply as your crushed lungs allowed you, your womb has shifted your organs immensely, causing your lungs to become compressed within your ribs as your body had made room for the growing life inside you.

    Another contraction began, pulling a squeak from you as you opened your mouth in a silent scream, your brows furrowed and your hands grasping your stomach tightly. The squeak alerted Tomura, he woke to resituate himself onto his elbow, looking over your shoulder to see your face scrunched up and it dawned on him that you were having a contraction. 

    Tomura lifted his hand from your taught belly to pull your hair back and kiss your temple, silently assuring you that he wasn’t going anywhere. You groaned as the contraction continued to ripple beneath your skin, moving your hand from your stomach sharply and grasping Tomura’s forearm in a deathgrip, your nails leaving crescent marks in his pale skin as it passed over you. 

    “Breathe, baby, breathe.” Tomura moved his arm that was held by your grip down to your stomach, rubbing the swell of it and pressing gently, trying to relieve some of the pressure. 

    “Tomura.” You wined and leaned your head back into his shoulder, his snow-white locks tickling your brow. He looked down at you as you inhaled deeply before puffing out a small breath as your body allowed you to relax. The contraction had passed.

    “Baby, how long?” Tomura pulled a piece of your hair back to get a better view of your face, stroking your cheek with the back of his knuckles. Though Tomura no longer had to worry about the fear of decay, he still wore artist gloves as a precaution - he couldn’t fathom the idea of losing you. He did everything to ensure that both you and his baby were safe. He ran his hand over your stomach again and softly ran his thumb over your skin. 

    You shrugged, in all honesty, you weren’t sure. The pain that had woke you up from your deep sleep had started when it was dark out, now the birds outside were chirping as light crested over the city. “I-I’m not really sure.” You looked down to your tummy before lurching forward in a gasp and curling around yourself, a C shape, as another contraction began. 

    “Tomura, please, please make it stop.” tears had begun to slip down your cheeks, the scene wrenched Tomura’s heart, he wanted the pain to go away so badly, if he could move the pain to himself, he would - in a heartbeat. 

    “Oh, baby, I know, I know it hurts, i’m sorry, sweetie.” He cooed, moving his hands back to your stomach, sitting up on his knees and leaning over your shaking form, he massaged your tight skin again, praising you as you weakly whimpered again. “Baby, deep breaths, it’s okay, i’ve got you.” He kissed your shoulder, feeling a sheen sheat of sweat that had begun to climb over your soft skin, you were burning up. 

    Once the contraction softened out Tomura placed his hands over you, looking at you through his arms, “You wanna take a bath?” He prayed the answer was yes. You nodded and he smiled, “M’kay, I'm gonna go start the bath, you call me if you start to hurt again.” 

    “Tomu, please, please don’t leave me.” You sniffled and grabbed his wrist once he’d hopped out of bed. 

    “Baby, I’ll be right back, I swear, it will only be a few seconds, I promise.” He emphasized on the ‘promise’ before leaning forward and placing a kiss on your lips gently.

    Tomura walked into the bathroom which was attached to your room, placing the plug into the drain and turning the faucet, placing his hand under the streaming water until it ran warm over his finger tips.

    He walked back into the bedroom to see that you sat yourself up and your were running your hand over your belly affectionately, Tomura walked around the edge of the bed to watch you, moving his hand to move you hair back from your face, placing his free hand over yours on your stomach, rubbing your skin before kissing you deeply, holding the two of you in that moment for a quiet second, the light streaming in through the window, his white hair creating a curtain over the two you, and his hands holding the two things that were most precious to him. 

    Tomura pulled away and dropped one last peck to your lips, moving his hands to wrap them around your legs, holding your bridal style to his chest as he made his way into the bathroom, setting you down on the edge of the tub and peeling off your -his - shirt gently. Once your shirt was off he kissed the top of your head and picked you back up, placing you into the tub, standing on your feet before peeling off his sweatpants and stepping in behind you to help maneuver you down.

    On your descent, a contraction hit causing you to whine, placing your hand around your stomach and leaning over, Tomura was horrified as he watched you lean forward, convinced you were about to fall face first into the water. He quickly wrapped himself around you, leaning into you as you opened your mouth in pain, trying to get in any ounce of air that you could. Tomura could feel your body shaking, he took his hands from your back to rest beneath the swell of your belly, holding your belly up as much as he could - he knew the baby had probably just dropped and was intent on relieving as much pain as he could. “Baby, you gotta relax.” He whispered into your ear and you groaned, sinking deeper into his hold, “Please, Sweetheart.” Shigaraki couldn’t remember the last time he heard or even felt that much desperation in his own voice. “Y/n, babygirl, you’ve gotta relax, deep breaths.” He soothed you again, rubbing his hands along your tummy in an attempt to ease the pain. 

    You inhaled deeply as the contraction passed, “‘M’ can move now.” Tomura helped bring you down, your back to his thick chest, one hand resting on your belly and the other holding your head into the crook of his neck. 

    “You’ve gotta listen to me, sweetgirl, i’m trying to help you, you gotta listen to me when I tell you to relax.” Tomura scolded lightly, kissing your temple to reinstate that he wasnt mad, just concerned. You nodded your head in response, a few tears slipping down your cheeks.

    “It hurts so much, Tomu, I can't, I want it to stop.” You sobbed into his neck, hot breaths hitting his skin. 

    Tomura hated this. He really hated this. He hated the world, he hated stupi mother nature, and he especially hated himself for causing you this pain. “Oh, baby, I know.” He felt as though he was on the verge of tears until he heard the door to your bedroom open and the sound of heavy boots - Dabi - make their way into you guys’ bathroom. Tomura turned his head sharply, to look at the scarred man, squinting as he tried to assess what the man was about to do, he kept a firm hand on the side of your head and his left arm cradling your stomach, protecting the two of you. 

You hadn’t noticed Dabi was there, and you’d actually gotten close to drifting off to sleep thanks to the warm water and Tomura’s soft words. 

“She doin’ okay?” Dabi’s raspy voice caused you to shift a tad as you weakly opened your eyes, sniffling before Tomura turned to you, hushing you and kissing your cheek, “Go to sleep baby, you’re okay.” You tried your hardest to listen as you closed your eyes and leaned deeper into his hold. 

Dabi had made his way to the side of the tub and was watching you almost as if he was also involved in this relationship, as if it was Dabi’s child inside your womb and not Tomura’s. Tomura didn't like that. 

He narrowed his eyes as Dabi hummed at the sight, “Toga said it’d be today, I didn't believe her.” He chuckled, staring intently at your stomach, watching as you took a deep inhale. Shigaraki moved his hand down lower over your stomach, his hand becoming the focal point in Dabi’s vision, making the older of the two give a ‘really?’ look.

Tomura spoke up softly, as though not to awake you, “What do you want?” Tomura was aware that Dabi and you had a “sister-brother” type relationship, and he supposed that Dabi truly was worried for you and this was his only way of showing it. Tomura really considered that Dabi being concerned for your well being and not knowing how to express that was what was happening. 

Dabi took a deep inhale and tapped his fingers along the tub, puffing a huff of air through his lips and tearing his gaze from your stomach up to the ceiling, the lights becoming far more interesting than your skin. “I just wanna make sure she’s okay,” Dabi brought his eyes back down to Tomura’s and he sighed, “I’m sorry, man, I just- I wanna be here for her too.” Dabi admitted and moved to rest his chin on his hands which were perched on the side of the tub. 

Tomura went to answer, opening his mouth when you cried out and pulled away from Tomura’s grasp, holding your stomach and baring your teeth, trying to breathe. Tomura moved to pull you back, holding you tightly to try and relieve the pressure, “Breathe, sweetie-” You cut him off with a cry, “Gahhh” you warbled. 

Dabi’s eyes softened, he wanted to help, he felt so terrible. He stood up, pulled off his boots, jacket, and pants, leaving him in just his boxers and his white tank. 

Tomura was so focused on helping you he hadn't noticed the scarred man peeling off his clothes to join the two of you in the bath, when his eyes caught the movement he turned and pulled you back into his chest, “Ohhh no, no we’re not doing that.” He narrowed his eyes at the older man, completely oblivious to your pants and whimpers of pain. The cpntrravcton hadnt passed and the position you were in was so uncomfortable you were sure you were about to scream. 

Dabi stepped into the bath, kneeling and sitting back onto his haunches, watching you pant in pain, “Dude, look at her!” he raised his arm to point a hand in your direction, “She can’t breathe and she’s gonna need more help than just you-” You groaned and whimpered, distracting the two men for a second before the contraction became more intense causing you to arch your back against Tomura. 

“Oh my god!” You squealed and began to cry, fat tears streaming down your cheeks, “Tomura, Tomu- it hurts!” Tomura turned to you, breaking eye contact with Dabi to kiss your cheeks, “Baby, relax, take a deep breath, listen to me.” You began to thrash around as the pain became greater and Dabi could tell you were starting to panic as Tomura couldn't get a grip on your arms to stop you from hitting yourself against something.

Dabi leaned forward in the tub, catching one arm in his left hand and resting his right hand atop your knee, rubbing soft circles into our skin. Tomura had your other arm in his own left hand and his right holding your belly comfortingly. “Sweetie.” Tomura deepened his voice and you whined again, “You have got. to. calm. down.” He brought his hand to your cheek, prying your mouth open to force some oxygen down your airway. 

“I can’t, I really can’t Tomu, it hurts so bad.” You threw your head back and dabi released your wrist to place his hand atop your belly where Shigaraki’s hand previously sat. 

Dabi started to look over your body - having three younger siblings of his own he was keen on a few things about childbirth and he was sure neither of you had checked whether or not you were dilated yet or whether or not your water had broken. 

Suddenly you cried out again as you arched back into Tomura again before the contraction passed and you collapsed back into Tomura’s hold.

“There she goes.” Dabi rubbed your knee softly and Tomura looked at him in question, soothing a hand over your head as you finally relaxed. “Her water broke.” Dabi informed him, reaching forward to pull Tomura’s hand which was holding your wrist down to the curve of your tummy, placing it there and feeling around until he found it - a slight clenching of the muscles could be felt beneath your skin. Tomura widened his eyes at the touch and turned to you to see you watching both men become entranced with your belly. 

“Does that hurt, baby?” Tomura asked and looked into your eyes, worry etched over his features. You shook your head. Truthfully, it did hurt, but compared to the pain you’d been feeling, the sensation was nearly numb. 

Dabi let the two of you sit in silence for a while, smiling warmly at the sight before him, Tomura had leaned back slightly, you with him, tucked against his chest, his arms wrapped around you. The two of you had fallen into a light sleep, Tomura mostly just resting his eyes and keeping a hold on you whereas you were actually slipping into unconsciousness when another contraction started causing you to groan before sitting up slowly, feeling Tomura follow in suit. 

“Another one?” Tomura watched as your chin quivered and you nodded.

“I need to sit up.” You started through a whimper and moved to rest on your hands and knees, Tomura and Dabi both helping you get situated in the new position. You stared at your reflection in the water while Dabi watched you, unsure if he was allowed to touch you - Although Tomura had calmed down and allowed him to be in the tub, it did not warrant him actually being able to touch you now as he’d allowed it a few minutes ago. 

Tomura had his hand resting on the curve of your back, kneeling behind at an angle behind you, making sure he could still see your face and gage your reactions to the pain your body brought upon you. He ran his hand up and down your back, pressing in certain spots to alleviate some pressure. This went on for several minutes, accompanied by your pants and raspy breaths before Dabi spoke up. 

“How ya doin’ babydoll?” He reached forward, testing the waters to see how far he could get with touching you, watching as Tomura made no move to halt his movements. Dabi brought his hand to your head, petting your damp hair softly - whether it was damp from the bath, sweat, or a mixture of both, none of you knew. 

You groaned and rocked yourself back and forth before reaching back for Tomura’s hand, he sensed this, reaching down with the hand that wasn't resting on your back and interlacing your fingers with his, “You’re doing so good, prettygirl, so good.” Tomura leaned down and rested his nose to the top of your head, his hair creating a curtain over your head and laying atop Dabi’s hand. 

“We gotta check how dilated she is.” Dabi said, soothing his hand over your head as you continued to groan, your body not allowing you to rest. 

Tomura lifted his head to look at dabi, a small sign of worry written across his features, “I- I don’t know how to do that.” Tomura stated and felt you shiver, turning his head towards you, focusing his attention on you again, moving forward on his knees, causing the water to slosh around the three of you, some of it reaching up to ghost over your stomach. 

“I do.” Dabi stared at Tomura, intent on only wanting to help. Your hand tightened in Tomura’s grasp. Tomura looked down to your form, reaching beneath you to rest both your hands along the curve of your tummy, stroking the taut skin. You groaned deeply and arched your back downwards as the baby began to move, your belly becoming submerged in the water as it nearly became too heavy for you to hold yourself up, the weight and pain of it all almost becoming too much. 

At the sound of your pained cries, Shigaraki made his decision. He looked back up to Dabi the two men nodded in unison, silently assessing where they’d move in perfect synchronicity. Tomura released your hand from yours and your stomach, standing up and stepping over you and replacing Dabi’s original spot and Dabi replaced Tomura’s, water dripped from both mens’ bodies and landed on your back causing you to shiver. Dabi pulled your hips to be vertical in the tub, softly rubbing circles into your skin and hipbones. 

Tomura kneeled down in front of you, picking your chin up with his hands, his artist gloves now soaked through, he pulled away to rip them off with his teeth, throwing the damp pieces of fabric onto the tile floor, bringing his hands back up to your cheeks, kissing you deeply. 

You leaned into the kiss, reaching up with your hand to wrap it around his wrist, pulling away to look at him through hooded eyes. “Tomu, I’m so tired.” a few tears slipped through your lashes and Tomura cupped your face supportively, allowing you to lean into his touch. 

“I know, baby, you’re doing so well.” he looked back at Dabi and nodded as the scarred man began to reach between your folds gently, feeling for the tight ring of muscle within the canal of your body. 

You flinched as his finger hit something sensitive, pulling an apology from his lips, “I know babydoll, I know it hurts, and you’re doing so well, so well.” Dabi praised as he reached farther, finding what he was looking for and widening his eyes at the feeling, “Sweetheart,” Dabi pulled his hand from you gently, noticing the way you gasped and moaned, feeling empty. “Babydoll, how long have you been having contractions?” 

Tomura knew you wouldn't be able to answer that, let alone think cohesively enough to begin counting the hours, so he answered for you. “I woke up around Seven.” Tomura informed him and Dabi’s eyes softened. The clock read: 11:30 AM.

“Sweetgirl, I know it's hard, take some deep breaths okay.” He rubbed his hand along your backside as Tomura had been doing before, an attempt to settle you. 

The three of you sat in the tub for a couple of minutes, the silence and soft sound of water moving ever so often, allowed you to relish in the few minutes of relief your body offered you before you felt a deep and immense pressure drop against your pelvis making your cry out and drop to your forearms, your face almost becoming submerged under the water but Tomura caught you, reaching beneath your armpits with his arms to pull you against his chest, scooting back to edge of the tub and resting you against his chest. 

Dabi followed suit, sitting across front the two of you but opting to rest at the side edge of the tub. His shirt was soaked halfway and his skin itched but the concern he felt for you outweighed his tingling skin. He watched as Tomura rocked the two of you softly as he shushed you. Dabi knew what was about to happen, whether you were ready or not; he was unsure if Tomura knew though. 

Your body offered you a few  or minutes of relief, letting you sink into Tomura’s hold, your head tucked into his shoulder, your legs straddling his lap. Tomura could feel your stomach resting against his own, the tender skin was hard against him and he felt a great sense of pride wash over him - Dabi realized this - He had helped create this being inside you, this life, and you were giving him a child; he could never repay you, he loved so deeply. 

Dabi smiled at the scene before him, Tomura’s hand resting along your stomach and his other wrapped around your back. “You’re gonna be a great Dad.” Dabi stated and looked down between his raised knees, playing around with the water. 

Tomura looked at him and smiled warmly and went to thank him when Dabi continued, “You’re so gentle with her, and you,” Dabi looked up and clicked his tongue, making eye contact with Tomura again, “You’re so patient, and you’re so, so lucky to have her.” Dabi gestured to you and Tomura looked at you in agreement; your eyes were closed and you looked peaceful for the first time in hours.

Tomura turned to Dabi to say something, what? He wasn't sure but the words that he had planned on saying were forgotten when you pushed up against Tomura and groaned deeply, “I need to push.” You cried and moved to sit up more.

“M’kay baby, you do what your body needs you to do, do what feels right.” Tomura nodded his head with yours, catching your eyes in an attempt to comfort you. 

“I need to move.” You stated and grunted through a choked breath, moving backwards off Tomura’s lap. He kept his hands on your arms, steadying you as you moved to whichever position was most comfortable. “Dabi.” You reached behind you with grabby hands, praying he’d aid you in turning your body around. 

“Where do you want me, babydoll?” He came up behind you, placing his hands on your lower back and watched as you shook your head, beginning to twist yourself, your back beginning to face Tomura’s chest. “Whatta you doing, sweetcheeks?” Dabi asked, helping you scoot yourself back into Tomura’s hold again. 

“Hold my legs, please.” You grimaced and leaned back into Tomura’s chest, Tomura lifted one of your legs over the edge of the tub and back towards your chest while Dabi took the other, lifting it over his shoulder.

Tomura ducked his head and kissed your temple - a few moments of silence passed - and he whispered to you,”You push when you need to.” He leaned back and readjusted his grip on your thigh, rubbing small circles on the skin of your leg while his free hand was wrapped beneath your arm and over your belly. 

You nodded and inhaled deeply, preparing yourself. Dabi caught your gaze and his eyes softened, bringing his free hand up to your cheek and rubbing the skin lightly with his knuckles before pulling away and resting his hand against your leg that was hoisted over his shoulder. 

“I’m gonna push.” You stated and Tomura felt his heart rate increase but nodded and pulled your leg back towards you, using his hand on your stomach to push against your skin once you bore down and grunted. “Nghh!” You exclaimed, leaning forward for a couple of seconds before releasing and falling back against Tomura’s chest. Dabi brought his hand up to Tomura’s on your belly, pressing with him in hopes of relieving you of some pressure. 

“Fuuuuuck.” You cried and bore down again, moving your hand beneath the hollow of your knee being held by Tomura, your hand resting over his own. You felt the urge to push again, bearing down you leaned forward and held your breath. 

“Breathe baby.” Dabi said softly, straining his ears to hear any sort of breath coming from you but nothing came. “Babydoll.” Dabi watched you closely and Tomura leaned to the side to get a better look at your expression. 

“Sweetie.” Tomura pulled you back to his chest, forcing you to release and inhale deeply, coughing as you did so. “Relax for me, baby, relax for Tomura.” He rubbed his hand along your tummy. You nodded and took a few more deep breaths before leaning forward again. 

Dabi watched you struggle through the pain, listening to Tomura’s praise and couldn't help but wonder if this is how his mom felt when he was born; was Enji there for her the way Tomura’s been here for you? Suddenly you wailed and began to cry, pulling Dabi away from his thoughts. 

Dabi had a feeling he knew what was happening - and if he was correct, the head was crowning - “I’m gonna check up on you, m’kay babydoll?” He rubbed a circle along the skin of your ankle. 

You closed your eyes and sobbed “Okay.” Your voice wavered and Tomura held you closer. 

Dabi reached down and moved his fingers between your folds to feel around before his fingertips met the round surface of something solid and hard, reaching up he brought Tomura’s hand that had been resting on your stomach to between your legs, maneuvering his fingers to feel the small head that was forcing itself from your body.

Tomura looked up at Dabi with the widest most adoring look he’d ever seen on his leader’s face. Tomura then moved his hand to take yours, gently moving it down to between your legs as Dabi had done with him, 

“Baby, feel.” He cooed and ran his fingers over your own as you smoothed the tips of your fingers over the crowning head. You smiled happily at the touch, forgetting the pain for a second as you relished in the small touch of your baby.

“Oh!” you grimace again as the urge to push rushed over you and Dabi pulled your leg up higher. You Brought your hand up from between your legs and back onto your thigh, Tomura keeping his own hand still touching the head of his child. You grunted and pushed again.

Tomura could feel the head of his child grow closer towards the peak of breaching the hold from your stomach, “You’re almost there y/n, baby, you’re right there.” He encouraged you and you bore down again. 

Dabi reached down to meet Tomura’s hand, “Babydoll, the shoulders are right there, just one more big push for us, yeah?” Dabi smiled, he was excited for you. Excited for Tomura.

You leaned back against Tomura’s chest, panting, before turning your head to look at Tomura, tracing his features with your eyes. He’d matured so much. “Can you feel her?” You looked down at where Tomura’s arm disappeared below the swell of your belly. Neither of you knew the gender, but if anyone asked you, it was definitely a boy. Tomura wanted a girl, but in these last few moments, you considered the possibility of a girl. You liked it. 

“Yeah honey,” He nuzzled your hair and sniffled, kissing your temple softly, “I can feel her.” 

You scrunch your face up as you push again, crying as you give one last push, all the strength you had left pushing the shoulders to breach your body. Dabi quickly placed your leg on the side of the tub, catching the baby and bringing them up to your chest. 

You cried as you held her, holding her close to you as Tomura wrapped his arm around your hold on  her, protecting the two of you in his hold, “You did so good for me.” He praised and kissed the back of your head before moving to lean over your shoulder, looking at his little girl, his two little girls. 

Dabi hopped out of the tub to grab a towel, giving it to Tomura who thanked him and immediately helped you wrap your baby up in it, she’d begun to cry in small little whimpers, reaching for her parents and for warmth. You smiled and looked up at Tomura who smiled proudly at you, kissing you before turning to Dabi, “Thankyou.” You smiled and Tomura nodded at your words. 

Dabi smiled at the two of you. He was happy for you. You were happy. Tomura was happy. Dabi was happy. 

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Look me in the face and tell me that a thick asf, black, bookworm fem reader is the next door neighbor of the sexy twitch streamer or cam boy Shinsou, who wants nothing more than to make you his and have you screaming his name doesn’t sound hot! I dare you 🗿 She’s so shy and sweet and Shinsou just wants to know how loud she can be after the two get to know each other more

Omg that’s so hot 🤤 if y’all can’t tell, I love men secretly pining and lusting after unknowing female readers. ESPECIALLY if they are shy, nerdy, and or curvy/thicc girls. So Inhad fun with this

Girl Next Door (Shinsou x Black Reader)

Quirkless AU

(Art by: @raikiriart)

Shinsou kept his blinds opened when he gamed. He always joked with his viewers that it was for the natural lighting.

“Y’all know the sun really brings out the purple in my eyes.” He’d smirk, and that was that.

They didn’t need to know the real reason he kept them open. His violet eyes flitted towards the window again as he mindlessly navigated the game. That’s when he saw you walking into the complex.

“Uhh, alright guys, I think that’s about it for today. I’ll be back on tonight for our midnight stream,” his eyes flicked over to the window again. You were checking the mailbox. Perfect. “Until next time, later guys.”

Shinsou quickly shut off his computer and threw on a pair of shoes before rushing down the stairs.

“Hey there bookworm.” Shinsou grinned as he approached you.

As soon as you turned and flashed him your little brace face smile, he felt an arrow pierce his heart. God you were adorable. With your colorful braces and glasses and pretty chocolate dimples.

“Hey yourself, e-boy.” You replied.

“Get anything interesting?” Shinsou nodded at your stack of mail as he opened his own mailbox.

“A new book.”

“Of course,” he shot you a smirk.

“Of course,” you giggled.

“Well, hey, that’s what makes you my little book worm.” He teased.

You glanced away your shy little dimpled smile making his heart flutter.

“Well, I better get upstairs,” you said, “I have studying to do.”

“Alright then,” Shinsou’s heart sank a bit at the thought of losing time with you. “Mind if I walk up with you?”

“Sure!”

Shinsou let you lead the way.

You two were neighbors and had come to be good friends; often walking up to your apartments together. So you thought nothing of it when he took up space behind you. Not even feeling the predatory gaze on your ass.

Shinsou’s friendly face fell into an almost hungry gaze as you strutted in front of him. There was something about your cute face juxtaposed with your stacked curves that drove him crazy. Your round ass bounced with every step as you led the way up the stairs. He tucked his hands in the pockets of his joggers and stroked the bulge growing in his pants as your ass wiggled.

Stop being such a creep man.

He chastised himself as you bounced up the stairs, but fuck he couldn’t help it.

All he could imagine was how loud he could make your soft little voice scream for him while he pounded into your thick ass from the back or watched your bouncy tits jiggle in his face.

“Hey, y/n,” Shinsou piped up before he could stop himself.

“Yeah?” You cocked your head.

Cutie.

“I was wondering if you wanted to come over and order take out. We can just watch a movie or somethin’..or not! I don’t want you to think I’m tryna Netflix and chill or something!” Even though he totally was.

You felt your face burn. In all the time you and Shinsou had been neighbors, you had always had a crush on him, but never knew how to express it. You honestly never expected anything more than friendly mailbox banter; so getting invited to his house was a pleasant surprise to say the least.

“O-oh, um—Sure!”

“Really? Ahh, I have to stream tonight at midnight, but how bout eight?”

Your cheeks burned as you nodded. “Sounds good.”

“Alright, I now have an hour to make this place look presentable.” Shinsou gazed around his messy bachelor pad.

He managed to make his place decent and changed from his joggers into jeans and a t-shirt. He even combed his messy purple locks a bit. He wanted to look good for you guys’ first hang out session. After all, he couldn’t believe you had actually agreed to hang out with him. Shinsou had been crushing on you for months, but he didn’t think he was actually good enough for you. You were smart and studious and hard working and he was pretty sure you only viewed him as a lazy gamer guy.

That was why he had to impress you. This was his first shot to make a real impression and maybe score a real date with you.

He wondered how you would wear your hair and makeup. If he’d finally get to see those curves of yours hugged in a dress. He groaned aloud, thinking about running his fingers over your body.

“Fuck...” he muttered, feeling his dick flex at the thought of your thick chocolate body writhing under his.

Shinsou stroked himself through his jeans growing harder as his thoughts about you ran wild.

I can’t act like this when she’s around. I’ll scare her off for sure.

Ok. He had twenty minutes. He could just rub one out, right? That way when you got there he wouldn’t be thinking about throwing you on the kitchen table and deep dicking you until you were a groaning mess.

You knocked at Shinsou’s front door. You stepped back and bounced on your toes a bit.

When he opened the door, you felt your heart quicken. He looked so handsome. You weren’t used to seeing him in jeans and you could see how well sculpted his chest was through his shirt.

“Hey, bookworm.” He smiled.

“Hi, you.” You replied.

“Come on in.”

As soon as Shinsou ushered you inside you were intrigued by all the cool super hero posters and pictures of friends on the family.

“DC guy, huh?” You smirked at him as you observed his DC posters.

“For the most part,” Shinsou replied, coming up to your side. “I like the world building more in DC; feels a bit more real to me than Marvel. I don’t know why, but I have to admit I like Marvel’s villains more.”

“Hmm. I’m the opposite.”

Shinsou’s brow quirked as he grinned down at you.

“Oh yeah?”

You nod, shrugging. “I just think marvel has cooler, more powerful heroes and I like the world building in marvel. But I think DC has cooler villains and I like the grimmer grittier vibe.”

“Hmmm, let me find out my bookworm is a comic buff.”

Your heart fluttered again at the possessive nickname, but you mask it with a grin. “Try me.”

By the time the pizza arrives you and Shinsou are deep in your conversation about movies, comics, books, and your favorite shows.

Shinsou proudly shows you his custom PC and set up and swells with pride at how you gush over his build.

He loves hearing about your studies and theories and you guys bounce ideas off of each other for hours.

Before you both know it, it’s eleven o’clock.

“I’m so sorry, Shin. I didn’t mean to hold you up.”

“Trust me, y/n, if it wasn’t for that alarm I wouldn’t have even noticed the time. This has been really fun.”

The grin that lit up your face made your dark eyes sparkle and Shinsou desperately wanted to kiss you.

“Yeah. It was fun. I’m really glad we did this.”

“Yeah, totally. We should...do it again sometime. Maybe we can go out for dinner next weekend?” He offered, carefully.

You glanced away, sweetly, composing yourself before meeting his eyes again with a shy nod.

“I’d like that a lot.”

“Cool,” Shinsou grinned, scratching the back of his neck as a blush burned on his cheeks. Guess I’ll hop over next door and pick you up huh?” He chuckled.

“Sure.” You giggled back. “Well...night, Shin, have fun on your stream.”

“Night, y/n.” He smiled back.

As soon as you were out the door, Shinsou wanted to whoop and holler. Holy shit! He couldn’t believe he’d finally did it! Not only did he ask you to hang out, he scored an actual date with you!

Not only that, he finally got to know you beyond just a few words, and you were totally cool!

Knowing how cool and interesting you are coupled with your sweet, shy nature just made you more attractive to him.

He couldn’t help being even more turned on. You were like the perfect girl. Shy and sweet and nerdy and cool and Thicc as fuck.

He couldn’t wait to get to know you better in more ways than one...

He felt himself stirring once again and sighed, palming himself through his jeans.

“Dammit,” he muttered, eyes fluttering shut in frustration. “I’ve really gotta stop working myself up over you, bookworm.”

Alright. He had an hour. He could take care of his ‘little problem’ before he started his stream. He would be thinking of you riding his face the whole time.

Happy Birthday Shouto Todoroki🥺🧊🔥